My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1190: Demonic Qi Spider

I glanced at Yu Longting.

"Joking with Beichen, why does he take it seriously?" Yu Longting chuckled.

Too lazy to argue with him, I said to Beichen, "Let Ahmao come up."

Ahmao isn’t cut out for learning Mysterious Arts, though he took the initiation charm Longting gave him.

His constitution was forcibly elevated to reach the threshold to learn Mysterious Arts.

But this isn’t necessarily fortunate; those who practice these arts must refine a Three Corpse God before they die of old age to halt aging.

Refining two Three Corpse Gods allows the body to become young again.

After the Tribulation, the three corpses are completely transformed.

Currently, Chen Ahmao is at a beginner level, still a long way from refining the Three Corpse God.

He can embroider some simple sachets with Life and Death Embroidery and make some basic Hand Seals.

As for the more advanced painting of talismans, I’ve only learned it half way up with the charms given by Yu Longting.

I can only pass it on once I have the opportunity to learn it later.

"Yes." Beichen went downstairs to call Ahmao.

Chen Ahmao is straightforward, coming upstairs without beating around the bush.

In front of me and Yu Longting, he directly took off his shirt, showing us the red spots on his back.

On Chen Ahmao’s back, there is a red spider tattoo mark.

It seems self-inked, but actually Ahmao just felt itchy.

He scratched to no avail, then removed his shirt and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, he saw the red spider he had never seen before.

At that moment, he was almost scared to death and hurriedly dressed to come see me.

"Yu Longting, isn’t this Forbidden Woman Witchcraft?" My thoughts were, Qing Li might be bored.

Not liking Chen Ahmao, she might have casually done this to him.

After all, Brother Ahmao is notoriously brave and once offended Qing Li.

Yu Longting nodded, touching the red spider on Chen Ahmao’s back, "It is Forbidden Woman Witchcraft, but very basic."

"Isn’t it my mom’s Forbidden Woman Witchcraft?" I know Qing Li’s witchcraft skills all too well, definitely capable of directly dueling with Madam Zhao or Zhao Sihai.

Previously, she was balanced by Yu Longting and me, purely because she was trapped in the attic, consumed by Demonic Qi.

Now the Demonic Qi is suppressed, and she can leave the attic in her true form; wouldn’t she be strong?

As Yu Longting slowly nodded, his face gradually clouded, "You feel it, there’s Demonic Qi on the spider mark."

"There really is Demonic Qi, but I disagree with you. Forbidden Woman Witchcraft with Demonic Qi, I think it couldn’t possibly be done by our mom." My hand hadn’t touched Chen Ahmao’s back, yet was already corroded by the leaking Demonic Qi, forcing it back quickly.

Yu Longting frowned slightly, "Besides her, who else? The three Demonic Caves formed after seven or eight hundred years are filled in, Qingyang is taken away, there shouldn’t be any Demonic Qi left in the world."

"Mom, despite absorbing the Demon Cave out of righteousness, is obsessed with cleanliness, never contaminated by Demonic Qi. Can’t you believe my words?" I understood Yu Longting’s assumption that Qing Li had absorbed the Demon Cave, thus carried Demonic Qi.

Actually, Yu Longting is too unaware of Qing Li; the Demonic Cave on her body was cleansed before leaving the attic.

Plus, the Demonic Cave connectors were destroyed, now Qing Li is free.

No longer influenced by the Demon Cave, it’s a sure thing.

"How can I not believe my beloved wife?" Yu Longting whispered softly to me, "The world is vast, there could be another demon creature practicing Forbidden Woman Witchcraft and tainted by Demonic Qi."

"Never mind the demon creature for now, let’s deal with what’s at hand. You have a way to handle the Demonic Qi on Ahmao?" I whispered to Yu Longting.

Yu Longting shook his head, "To cleanse Demonic Qi requires sacred objects; mom has plenty of Magic Artifacts, we’ll have to see her."

"Alright, let’s find mom." Although I’ve dealt with Demonic Qi many times, my heart inexplicably trembles now; I always feel the red spider on Chen Ahmao’s back isn’t simple.