Chapter 7 Moving The Grave To Marry The Snake


    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 vige.


    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 vige.


    “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 ck 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 ce? 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 dayter? 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 screamsing 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 n 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 n 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 ck Mamba bracelet to climb on the back of my hand. Then, ck


    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 pped 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


    vigers will suffer. Do you want to put the whole vige 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 vige.” 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 ck Mamba Jade, and it had now


    be the ck 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 vige entrance, I noticed that the car I took


    from Dominik was gone, and I guessed that Dominik had driven it back.


    Mr. Han was leaning against the monument with a bottle of beer in his hand. He looked at me through


    the car window and giggled, “Go away, go away.”


    I got a little chill in my heart and took out my cell phone to call my parents, but I still couldn''t get


    through.


    I tried calling Aunt Luth at the store, and she immediately replied, “David is missing, and your parents


    are helping to find him. Their phones are probably out of battery. Your mother told you not toe


    back for a while. The Russell’s are still trying to make you pay for their daughter-inw’s death by


    marrying David.”


    At the thought of David''s weirdness, I told Aunt Luth to tell my parents not to look for me yet, and if


    something did happen at home, and if they came back, they should go straight back to the vige.


    Not long after I hung up the phone, grandma called and asked where I had been.


    I had to lie and say that Mrs. Quebec was afraid that I was not safe at home, so she asked me to spend


    the night at her ce.


    Grandma obviously knew something and said worriedly, “Don''t listen to Uncle Peter''s nonsense. The


    vigers owe you this. They can’t just kick you out because of the snakes! Youe back. I''d like to


    see who dares to kick you out. The whole vige owes you, Aurora!”


    “It was really Mrs. Quebec who asked me to spend the night at her house.” I listened to my grandma''s


    words and felt puzzled. What did grandma mean with “the whole vige owes me”?


    But it seemed like someone on the other end of the phone was calling for grandma, so she hurriedly


    dropped a few words before hanging up, “If something happens, juste back! Aurora, don''t be


    afraid!”


    Uncle Peter obviously didn''t intend to let me talk to my grandma for long, and just turned up the car


    music.


    He drove fast, but only to take me to the intersection, “You should be here with Mrs. Quebec. Just don''t


    go back to the vige anyway. I''ll have someone watching at the entrance to the vige, and Mr. Han


    won''t let you in too. By the way, don''t look for the so-called sarcophagus. You won''t find it.”


    I just closed the car door and ignored Uncle Peter.


    Seeing me return, Mrs. Quebec also froze for a moment. But when she saw the ck Mamba Bracelet


    on my wrist, she just nodded and sneered, “You''re kicked out of Dragoir Vige, aren’t you? You can


    sleep here for tonight.”


    Here at Mrs. Quebec’s ce, Stowy came right out. He didn''t say anything and just rummaged through


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    Mrs. Quebec was obviously afraid of him. Stowy was doing something very rude, but she didn''t dare to


    stop him, and just nced at him from time to time.


    When she was making my bed, she looked at Stowy as if she was about to say something.


    When the bed was made, Mrs. Quebec went to make dinner. I had to say that her family was quite


    poor, and the food was not very good.


    She didn''t seem to be in good health either. She was cooking with briquettes, and when she was


    cooking, she would choke and cough every now and then, and every time she would cough so hard


    that she almost passed out.


    Finally, I couldn''t stand it anymore and helped her with the cooking.


    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''sst 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!”