Serpent Sarcophagus novel Chapter 5

No one would expect a kiss after I did the blood thing.

At that moment, my mind went blank, and I kept blinking uncontrollably, Should I just slap him, or be grateful and say nothing? I didn’t know!

After all, the ghost serpent was real, and people had been killed for it.

Compared to losing one’s life, some small harassment seemed unworthy to mention.

Seeing that my thoughts had recovered, Stowy closed his eyes, and his lips were pressed together as if he was savoring a memory or trying to hide something, but there was still sadness in his eyes, “This is just one of the ways to unlock the magic of the bracelet. I didn't tell you about it, because I was afraid that you might... well, find it unacceptable.”

If I knew, I would never have agreed!

“Aurora,” In the kitchen grandma called, “lunch is ready”

I turned to look at Stowy and wanted to ask him if he would like to dine with us together. After all, I still need his help.

“I don’t need to eat.” Stowy disappeared right away.

Holding the bracelet in my hand, I didn’t know what I ought to do with it. But it suddenly came alive, with its snake body stretching slowly and crawling along my palm.

I was naturally afraid of snakes. Now one in my hand, I almost threw it away.

“Fear not!” Stowy's voice rang again. It was from the snake’s mouth.

The black snake raised its head and turned back into the bracelet around my wrist again,

“Eat! After lunch, I will take you to see Mrs. Quebec’s apprentice......” Grandma called again. When she saw me staring at the bracelet, a frightened expression showed on her face, like she was unwell.

“Grandma? I waved the snake-shaped bracelet at her, and said, “is there anything wrong with the bracelet?”

“Nothing, everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be. It’s the right way! That's the way it is...” Grandma’s voice faded, but her eyes were still staring straight at the bracelet, as though she could do nothing to help

So far, I failed to find out what my grandma knew exactly. Though I wished to inquire more, I suddenly couldn’t open my mouth seeing my grandma's distraught look.

After lunch, grandma brought with her some joss paper and candles. She also packed a liter of rice, along with four just-laid eggs from the henhouse.

The chickens no longer screamed and ran away when I approached them, but they still dared not come near me.

Before going out, my grandma asked me to hold the big white goose, “Goose can scare the snakes off. Hold it and don't let go, lest you get to be targeted by the snake on the road!”

Grandma seemed to be prepared for the whole thing, which made me feel even more confused.

Mrs. Quebec lived in the village next to us, so grandma and I must leave the village.

At the entrance, Mr. Han was enjoying the sunbath with his belly full. He giggled when he saw us, “The Lady of House Dragon was entangled with a snake. So she becomes a snake’s wife and delivered a babe. Her name should be Dragon, but her child is a serpent? How strange! How strange!”

“Shut your filthy mouth!” My grandmother growled at him and pulled me away.

Mr. Han was still singing to himself. Although he couldn’t speak clearly, he did sing this children’s rhyme very clearly.

Confused, I asked my grandma, “what does he mean by his singing? Delivered a serpent baby, but the surname is Dragon?”

I learned what entangling with a snake means this morning, but what about delivering a baby serpent?

“Leave it.” Grandma grabbed me and pointed to the car. “Is that the car you drove back?”

Grandma’s finger poke at my forehead while I was about to nod. “Are you out of your mind! You are too young to drive! What if you hit someone, or you died in an accident? If you got caught, you could go to jail for that!”

When grandma disciplined a child, it was often an intense and unpleasant experience.

I urged her to move, and then called my mother, planning to ask her to inform Dominik to pick up the car.

But nobody answered the phone. I called my dad, and it was the same.

I thought grandma and I would walk to the next village, but she stopped a motorcycle and asked the driver to take us there.

She even arranged for someone to check the car to see if there were any repairs needed. If so, she would cover the expense.

Honesty is a common quality in my grandmother's generation.

The late Mrs. Quebec was the one who used the rice to extract snake venom out of my father’s body and then was bitten to death by snakes on her way home.

“Her apprentice is her niece, also a Quebec. Now we all call her Mrs. Quebec as well. You should address her politely as Aunt Quebec.” Grandma made the point clear to me before we went in.

When we got there, Channeler Quebec was helping others channel the spirit before that seeker was kicked out halfway.

A middle-aged woman in a blue cloth walked out, whose hair was tied up with a wooden hair stick. A liter of rice was splashed in front of the door. Her face turned green when she chided, “There’s mold on the rice, and the eggs have gone bad. What have you done? Don’t you really know? And you dare ask me!”

That seeker was an old lady, whose didn’t look happy after being thrown rice by that middle-aged woman.

She pointed at that middle-aged woman and said, “Who knows if you’re trying to cheat me out of my money! The rice is freshly bought this year. It was alright when I fetched it from the container. But it was molded when it came into your hand! Maybe you did something about it! “