My Demon Husband Is a Snake-Chapter 1043: Your Anxious Look Is So Cute

"You’re making fun of me again. Even at this point, how can you... still think that?" Qing Li’s words made me uncomfortable, and tears uncontrollably fell one by one.

We have long been life-and-death companions, having gone through so many hardships.

Could Qing Li still doubt my feelings for her?

If I wished for her to die, I would have abandoned her long ago!

"Because..." Qing Li wiped away my tears with satisfaction, "Hmm! I found... you look very cute when you’re anxious."

I cried even more fiercely because my composure broke, "You did it on purpose to make me cry... woo woo..."

In such a dangerous place as King Yu’s Tomb, we are here on serious business!

And yet she still finds the time to tease me!!

"Do you blame me so much? Didn’t Yu Longting also make you cry on purpose?" Qing Li pushed all the blame onto me, diverting the issue to her own son, Yu Longting.

"He... he really did do it on purpose!"

I thought back carefully, and Yu Longting did do it more than once!

Like mother, like son. They are both big troublemakers.

Qing Li, with her seemingly boneless waist, hooked her arms around my neck, "Let’s go in, don’t worry about me. Be good, I can still hold on for half a shichen."

"Okay, then... is Yuan Hong out of control?" I’m actually easy to placate; just a little comfort and I’m fine.

Sniffling, I stood up and glanced at Yuan Hong squatting in the coffin.

Judging by the red spider tattoo on Qing Li’s arm, which had faded to the point of being nearly invisible, I estimated that her Forbidden Woman Witchcraft might be completely ineffective.

"It’s fine, my Forbidden Woman Witchcraft has all failed."

Qing Li provocatively beckoned to Yuan Hong with a finger, "Monkey, you’re free. If you want to come out, then come out."

Yuan Hong seemed like he was shut-in, tugging at the ape skin on him.

He gave us a glare, pulled up the coffin lid, and lay back down.

"What’s wrong with him?" I slowly walked deeper into the cool, expansive main burial chamber and asked Qing Li in a low voice.

Qing Li rested her head on my chest, coughed forcefully several times, and said idly, "The moment the weight in the coffin lightens, a restraint strong enough to turn him to ashes will be triggered. Do you think he dares to come out?"

"Wouldn’t that mean he’s trapped in there forever?" I only understood that if the weight of Hate Qing Er shifted, it would trigger some kind of mechanism.

But I didn’t expect the mechanism to be so formidable that Yuan Hong had no chance to escape.

Qing Li pursed her lips, "Are you concerned about that dead monkey?"

"No, no, no, why would I care about him? I’m only concerned about you now." I halted my steps and saw a hexagonal well beside the massive coffin.

I had seen such a well before at Long Xiangkui’s Corpse-Driving Inn.

It generally represents a person’s past life, as well as the road to the Underworld.

Carved with True Words and names, it is used to suppress the evil spirits and corpses of past lives, featuring bizarre lotus-shaped reliefs.

"Is this the Demonic Cave? Why does it feel so eerie, like the essence of the Nether Spring?" I looked down into the well and asked Qing Li.

Qing Li shook her head, "Keep going; the Demonic Cave is at the Fool’s location."

If you had asked me before where the Fool’s location was, I would certainly not have known.

But ever since I learned about my family background in the Mystic Sect, I’ve applied myself diligently and learned a lot.

I walked towards a corner of the tomb and looked upward at an oblique angle.

That place didn’t feel like granite, which makes up the tomb chamber, but more like flesh, akin to human soft tissue.

One could see blood vessels and hair, as well as some meridians.

A human eye grew on it, currently shut tight.

"It’s it!!" Qing Li shrank back in fear, trembling intensely in my arms.

But I knew she was not truly frightened; this woman knew no fear.

There was nothing in the world she feared; it was the attributes of the Demonic Cave that became her natural nemesis, giving her an innate fear.

I gently stroked Qing Li’s silken long hair over and over, sighing softly in her ear as if soothing a child, "What should I do? Just tell me, and I’ll do it for you."