My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1143: How Did You End Up Trapping Yourself?

"Sis, I don’t drink when I’m practicing; it would waste your good intentions." Qingyang politely declined.

Qing Li didn’t insist, "The reason is simple. That couple’s power is too strong; the only thing I could do was dig out their internal organs and store them separately from their bodies."

"Why didn’t you think about cremating their bodies?" Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

Qing Li smiled softly, "I did think about cremation, but the spider silk I implanted in their bodies is afraid of fire. I’d end up burning the silk instead of their bodies."

"That’s true; their cultivation is high. As long as their souls aren’t dispersed, they can still cause trouble." Qingyang spoke thoughtfully.

Qing Li seed indifferent, "I’ve tethered their souls to the organs I’ve dug out, stored inside urns on a golden altar. They’ll never reincarnate."

"This makes it even more dangerous; take to see the golden altar." Qingyang’s attention was quickly drawn, and he demanded sternly.

Qing Li snapped back imdiately, "How dare you speak to your sister like that? I’m helping you out of goodwill, and this is your attitude?"

"Sis, I’m sorry. They are my sworn enemies, and I can’t afford any mistakes." Qingyang’s tone was cold, barely able to suppress his overwhelming hatred toward and Yu Longting.

Silence lingered in the mourning hall for half a minute; Qing Li spoke calmly, "The golden altar is kept in those three Feng Shui-crossed rooms. Their son is in the center, while the couple is to the sides."

Although I’m not well-versed in Feng Shui, I know about the golden altar and the crossed corners.

In ancient tis, those who wished for their family to never reincarnate would use a golden altar as a coffin, burying them in such rooms.

The bodies would be divided into urns containing the head, torso, and organs buried in three rooms.

Qing Li intended to bury the entire family of three with this thod.

The approach was equally cruel and vicious, resonating with Qingyang.

Qingyang shouted harshly, "I’m going to destroy their souls inside the urns, preventing any resurgence to annoy ."

Footsteps leaving the room were heard.

Qingyang seed eager to take my and Yu Longting’s lives, ignoring Qing Li’s absence and going straightaway.

Sounds of coffin nails were heard, for added realism.

Corpse-suppressing nails were fastened, rather intricate to pry loose.

After a full five minutes, Qing Li finally removed all nine coffin nails.

Yu Longting kicked open the coffin lid and stood up holding , "Isn’t it too soon to alert him?"

"If he’s aware now, it’s too late already." Qing Li led the way with graceful steps, ignoring Yu Longting’s constant support of , within ten breaths, it’s over for him.

As Qing Li’s words fell, I breathed twice.

From the other room ca screams alongside Qingyang’s incredulous cries, "Sis, what’s happening? Co over quickly."

"Coming." Qing Li took a step and moved towards the central room along the sound.

Qingyang knelt on the floor before a foul-slling urn.

A small hand erged from the urn, clasping Qingyang’s neck, ink lines on the ground trapping him in a demon-subduing formation.

The black dog blood and chicken blood were likely used to soak the ink lines, purifying Demonic Qi from the sword Qingyang carried.

From the adjacent room, red spider silk full of resentnt erged from the urn, seemingly wrapping Qingyang in a dense web from head to toe.

Qing Li gasped in surprise with a hand over her mouth at Qingyang’s trapped predicant, "Oh dear, brother, you ca to annihilate Yu Longting’s family’s souls but ended up imprisoning yourself?"