Serpent Sarcophagus novel Chapter 7

I thought that if anything happened in my home, I would just take my time and figure it out, but I didn't expect that I would be a curse to the village.

In light of what happened to David's family, and those chickens that died in my grandma's house, I realized that the ghost snake was really chasing me pretty hard and that it wasn't sensible for me to stay in the village.

“Uncle Peter, do you know how I have offended those snakes?” I really didn’t understand why that ghost snake was chasing me.

Uncle Peter took a deep toke and said, “It's because your father killed that serpent in the Sarcophagus, so when you were born, you were targeted by the snake.”

When he said this, he was sucking hard on his cigarette, and the smoke choked me so that I took a step back.

As soon as I moved, Uncle Peter's cigarette suddenly went out with a “sizzle”.

He was curious, turned the cigarette upside down and looked at it, and took out the lighter to lit it again, but couldn't light it up.

He had to throw this one away and take out another one. But all the cigarettes were wet.

The Black Mamba Bracelet on my wrist twitched and Stowy whispered in my ear, “He's lying. That serpent in the Sarcophagus was killed, but how did it get in there in the first place? Why did they want to move the graves?”

Seeing that the cigarette could not be smoked, Uncle Peter looked at me and said, “Just pack up. I'll send you away now.”

“Can I leave on a day later? I'm going to find the Serpent Sarcophagus tomorrow,” Uncle Peter was in too much of a hurry to drive me away.

Although Grandma asked him to help, he brought so many people at once who all drank realgar wine and carried sulfur, which made me feel that Uncle Peter actually came prepared.

“What Serpent Sarcophagus? The Sarcophagus containing the snake was struck by lightning on the night you were born, so there was not even a grain of dust left. There is no Serpent Sarcophagus!” Uncle Peter was a little pissed and threw all the wet cigarettes in his hand to the ground.

He looked at me and said, “Aren't you going to have the college entrance exam? You can’t be so superstitious after your parents spend so much money sending you to a school to learn knowledge. Hurry up and go!”

Saying that, he reached out to pull me. But before he touched me, his hand seemed to be stabbed by something, and he winced in pain.

I knew it was Stowy who did it. I stared at Uncle Peter and was going to ask about the story of moving graves in the past when I heard screams coming from the backyard.

I was afraid that something happened to my grandma, so I ran to the backyard.

Then I saw the guys from my clan were panicking and pounding heavily on the ground with their hoes and shovels.

One after another those thicker-than-arm snakes slithered backward from the pit where the dead pig was buried. They crawled and hissed with their heads held high.

As soon as I came in, all the snakes immediately turned their heads and hissed at me with their tongues out.

The sound was so concurrent, as if someone was mumbling, “Aurora, you can't escape. You can't escape.”

This time, I wasn't the only one who could hear it. Everyone in the yard heard it.

All these people from my clan were looking at me with fear. The tools they held in their hands were shaking, but none of them dared to go forward to hit the snakes at this time.

Stowy snorted and directly led the Black Mamba bracelet to climb on the back of my hand. Then, Black Mamba raised its head and let out a low growl.

All the snakes that were hissing with their heads held high immediately fell to the ground and crumpled.

“What are you looking at? Kill them and bury them.” Uncle Peter was the first to react. He grabbed a shovel and slapped it hard against the head of a snake, and smashed it directly.

The others then followed suit, smashed the heads of all the snakes and threw them into the pit of dead pigs to bury them.

Uncle Peter borrowed a cigarette to smoke. But no matter whom he borrowed from, the cigarettes he got were all wet.

He looked at me with resentment, “Damn it. As you can see, those snakes crawled out from the bellies of the dead pigs. They are aimed at you. If you don’t leave, your grandma will probably die, and the villagers will suffer. Do you want to put the whole village in danger?”

Grandma was helping to bury the snakes. I looked at her, thinking of Mrs. Quebec's words, and knew this would not work.

I had to say to Uncle Peter, “I'm not going to the town. You can take me to find Mrs. Quebec.”

“As you wish. As long as you don't go into the village.” Uncle Peter winked at me, signaled one of his men to go talk to my grandma, and headed straight out the door.

There was nothing for me to pack. Because I came back to find the Black Mamba Jade, and it had now become the Black Mamba Bracelet in my hand, so there was nothing more.

When I left, I didn't take the big white goose with me either. With Stowy around, I could just let this big white goose watch the house for grandma.

Uncle Peter drove me in a small car. When we passed the village entrance, I noticed that the car I took from Dominik was gone, and I guessed that Dominik had driven it back.

She didn't talk much, and her face was gloomy, and she went to wash the dishes after dinner, which baffled me.

Stowy, however, found several thick-bound books from nowhere, “Take a look.”

Those books were all handwritten, which was the equivalent of notes or something like that.

Some of the handwriting was blurred, and some were already moistened, so it was hard to read.

“It's good for you to take a look.” Stowy opened a book, and said to me, “That ghost snake is very sinister. You should rely on yourself than anyone else.”

I flipped through it for a while. It was actually noted about channeling the Spirit, which recorded who came to channel the Spirit in which year and month, what happened, what was taken, and how it turned out.

I read it as a storybook and found it quite interesting.

Stowy was also flipping through another one, and when he saw certain parts, he marked it by folding the page.

Mrs. Quebec finished washing the dishes. She was shaking when she saw me flipping through the notes. But when she saw Stowy on the side, she had to take a deep breath and said, “The Quebec family is not going to channel the Spirit anymore. Your lordship, why do you have to dig these notes out...”

“Aurora's last name is not Quebec,” Stowy handed me the folded page and looked at Mrs. Quebec, “You teach Aurora how to channel the Spirit and how to tell fortune by reading the incense sticks.”

“Your lordship!” Mrs. Quebec’s face went pale.

Then she turned her head to stare at me and said, “These are the Dragon family's own sins. The ghost snake was dead, and we can't deal with it. As long as Aurora marries that ghost snake, everything is solved. Your lordship, why do you bother?”

“Marry that ghost snake?” My eyes moved between Mrs. Quebec and Stowy. “You mean get entangled with the snake? But didn't you say that the snake was dead? How can I marry it?”

Like David's wife?

Stowy snorted and looked at Mrs. Quebec.

“Your lordship, you don't have to look at me like that. I'm dying.” Mrs. Quebec, however, suddenly looked at me fearlessly and said in a deep voice, “It’s inevitable to entangle with the snake. This is the promise your Dragon family made.”

“In fact, the real solution is to bury you with the ghost snake in the Serpent Sarcophagus when they move the grave.” Mrs. Quebec's voice was hoarse. “What do you think the Dragon family has been moving their graves for? Generation after generation, it's to bury a woman of the Dragon family inside!”