My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 905: The Interlayer

I thought of a reliable person in my mind, "You might as well go to Granny Long and have her look at you. Her Miao Border dicine skills are extraordinary."

"Useless, she was the one who checked my pulse yesterday." Lin Hang waved his hand, looking indifferent.

I paused my movent while hanging the towel, "Her?"

Lin Huan’s funeral invited half of the Mystic Arts Circle, only to end with him waking up from the coffin.

It was only polite for people to co from afar to pay their respects, but unexpectedly they encountered a blunder.

It was certainly necessary to host a banquet to explain and apologize.

But all of this happened during my ti in the Snake Sect, and I did not participate in it.

Considering this ti has passed, Granny Long should be back in Western Hunan, managing her inn.

Lin Hang posed as if complaining, saying: "Yeah, she said I was just contaminated by evil spirits and told to soak in polo water."

"Since it’s Granny Long’s diagnosis, there shouldn’t be a problem." I still believed in Long Xiangkui’s authority, "We’ve all stayed in the old quarters, and the talisman paper got wet. It’s not unusual to be contaminated by evil spirits."

Lin Hang disagreed with , "But I only had evil spirits on after drinking cola."

"Little Brother Hang, if sothing parasitic was in your body, Granny Long wouldn’t fail to diagnose it." I still had faith in Long Xiangkui’s dical skills, "Besides, the vine theory is rely my speculation, with almost no basis."

"I trust your judgnt more than others." Lin Hang puffed up his cheeks, muttering.

Was it Long Xiangkui who misdiagnosed, or did my speculation have inaccuracies?

As long as we investigate thoroughly, there will surely be a conclusion.

There’s no unsolvable mystery in this world.

I checked the ti and instructed Lin Hang, "Alright, I have to go out for sothing. If you don’t mind staying here, you can lie on the bed and rest for a while."

Looking at his state, except for the fatigue from a sleepless night, there didn’t seem to be any other issues.

The evil spirits on him should slowly fade over ti.

I felt reassured and went out to handle my affairs.

"Cousin, where are you going?" Lin Hang followed behind closely.

I opened the door and stepped outside, "Baoxian Hall headquarters."

"Take with you..." Lin Hang volunteered.

Suddenly a detail flashed through my mind as I opened the door just now.

Feeling like I was negligent about sothing.

Without ti to answer Lin Hang, I turned back, "Little Brother Hang, look."

The wall behind the door, where so paint had peeled off, was nailed with wooden boards.

"What do you want to see? That this house is a shoddy construction?" Lin Hang estimated that I didn’t like the wooden wall.

He bent down and knocked on the wall, his expression suddenly changed, "Cousin, it’s hollow inside."

"Find a way to open it and take a look." I thought of the traces left by the previous tenant in the rental house, and my heart trembled repeatedly.

Lin Hang probably thought the sa as , his face turned green.

He pulled out a Small Knife from his body, scraped off the wall paint, then pried open the gap in the wood, "Jin Yong wrote a novel called ’A Deadly Secret’!!"

"And then?" My mind was in chaos, I seed to have seen this martial arts book, but I didn’t know what Lin Hang was trying to express.

Lin Hang trembled and said, "There’s a scene where a living person is buried in a wall, cousin, I’m scared."

"Not only are you scared, I’m a bit... scared too." I thought, could I be so unlucky?

This whole night, living under the sa roof with a corpse.

If there really is a corpse in the wall, having died with grievances, will the Yin Soul linger?

Bang!

A piece of old wood was knocked loose and fell to the ground.