My Demon Husband Is Chapter 1001: I’ll Go Too

Chapter 1001: Chapter 1001: I’ll Go Too

"Granny, with your Forbidden Woman Witchcraft, you’re definitely way more skilled than I am." I imdiately perked up, squatting beside Qing Li like a sycophant, massaging her legs, "Can you show it to , let your daughter-in-law broaden her horizons."

"You..." Qing Li looked at my shaless and particularly ingratiating deanor, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly in discomfort.

I worked even harder, "Huh? Granny, just let

know how much pressure you need. I’ve practiced with a very skilled bath attendant."

"Are you possessed by Yu Rongling?" Qing Li rubbed her forehead, looking a bit helpless.

I’ve long lost face or dignity, the most important thing in this world to

is family, "Actually, in essence, both Yu Rongling and I admire you deeply, we’re all your children."

"You really know how to flatter yourself." Qing Li mocked , slowly lifting her sleeve, revealing a vivid human-faced spider etched into her skin.

A bizarre scene unfolded, the human-faced spider slowly erging from her skin.

It proportionally transford into a real spider, ford from coagulated blood.

Qing Li dabbed a drop of the crimson blood from the spider, writing a traditional eight-character script in her palm.

Though I couldn’t recognize it, I guessed it must be Yu Rongling’s.

As the blood-colored spider spewed out a eerily scented strand of spider silk, she used the palm with Yu Rongling’s eight-character script to flick the spider silk, "Did you see, Su Wan?"

"I saw it, this strand of spider silk, won’t it directly shoot to Yu Rongling’s side?" I deeply admired such a high-level and enigmatic Forbidden Woman Witchcraft.

It truly was superior to , a half-baked inheritor of Yin Yang Life and Death Embroidery.

Qing Li nodded, "The spider silk is ford from my blood, and it is now connected to Rongling. I can keep track of his situation anyti, anywhere."

"Won’t it be discovered though? After all, the red thread is sowhat conspicuous." I realized I had asked a foolish question as soon as it left my mouth.

Qing Li’s eyebrows furrowed instantly, taking it to a level beyond Yu Longting’s nitpicking, intolerant of having a simpleton around, "Do you take my Forbidden Woman Witchcraft as so trivial trick? I’ve left an Art mark on you, so you can see the spider silk; others, no matter how miraculous their abilities, wouldn’t see it."

"Uh, sorry, Granny, I was clueless, please don’t get mad." I barely apologized.

My arm was suddenly lifted, and without a word, Qing Li dragged

out the door, "Let’s go have breakfast, I’m hungry. Starving is bad for health and affects longevity."

"The hotel seems to have a breakfast buffet, why not just go yourself? Just tell

Yu Rongling’s location."

"I’m going too."

"What??"

"Do you have ears growing donkey hair?"

"..."

While eating, according to Qing Li,

Yu Rongling was locked in a cellar nearby, heavily guarded by chanisms.

He should have been sent to a monster’s lair, but hasn’t been eaten yet.

This monster lair is located over a hundred kiloters south of the hotel, and on the map, it’s a small town.

The town is at the foot of a mountain and is a tourist attraction.

Nestled between the mountain and water, many dignitaries have set up estates here, and tourists are endless.

At the entrance of the hotel where Qing Li and I stayed, there was a tour bus directly to Maple Leaf Town.

"Granny, with your frail health, are you sure it’s okay to co along?" Sitting on the bus, I still wasn’t reassured about Qing Li, considering leaving her temporarily at the hotel rather than letting her risk danger with

while ill.