After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 248 Sleeping at My House

"Let's go to your house and see your son."

Lin Chuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and spoke slowly to Mr. Zhang beside him.

"Okay, Immortal, please follow me." Mr. Zhang smiled and bowed respectfully.

The moment I stepped into Zhang's house, a cold wind blowing in silence hit me.

Under the eaves of Zhang's house, the big red lanterns were still hanging high, but the festive red silk was swaying listlessly in the cold wind, without the former liveliness.

The firecracker debris on the ground was blown away by the wind, like a forgotten dream.

"Such pure Yin energy."

Lin Chuan frowned. As a practitioner of the Yin-Yang Taichu Method, he was extremely sensitive to the Yin and Yang energies.

Master Zhang's face was filled with flattery and expectation. He bent his waist and cautiously extended his hand to lead the way. "Please come in, Immortal."

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Lin Chuan. With a bit of speculation and awe, he asked in a low voice: "Is the immortal from the Baiyun Holy Land?"

"You still know about Baiyun Holy Land?"

Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, without stopping, and looked sideways at Mr. Zhang with a tone of interest.

"Our Zhang family has a wide range of businesses, so naturally we've made friends with some talented individuals and learned about the existence of immortals. Our Baihua Town falls under the jurisdiction of the Baiyun Holy Land. Immortals arrived just as something happened, so they must be from the Baiyun Holy Land."

Mr. Zhang had a big smile on his face, bent over, and his words were full of compliments and confidence.

"Haha, Master Zhang is mistaken. We are disciples of the Qing Lü Sect. We happened to encounter this incident when we passed by Baihua Town, so we took action."

Lin Chuan smiled brightly and waved his hand, his tone friendly yet calm.

"Lu Zong of the Qing Dynasty?" A trace of confusion flashed in Master Zhang's eyes.

"That's right. Although our Qinglu Sect isn't very famous, it's on par with the Baiyun Holy Land. We even have a Nascent Soul Stage ancestor in charge of the sect."

Lin Chuan looked calm, his eyes firm, and he spoke with his head held high.

Jiang Wanying on the side: (⊙o⊙)?

"Nascent Soul Stage Ancestor..."

"Are you talking about me?"

"Ah Chuan, are you calling me old?"

As she thought about it, Jiang Wanying cast a resentful look at Lin Chuan.

"So you are the immortal from the Qing Dynasty's Lü Zong. I am blind and ignorant. How disrespectful!"

Mr. Zhang smiled widely and bowed again hurriedly.

Lin Chuan waved his hand, his expression warm and with a faint smile on his face, he said comfortingly: "It's okay, ignorance is not a crime. Master Zhang, there is no need to worry about it. The most urgent thing is to go and see how your son is doing."

Master Zhang was filled with gratitude and thanked him profusely. He turned around and hurriedly led the way. "Please come this way, Immortal. My son is in the side room in the backyard."

As I walked into the wing room, a stale smell hit me in the face.

The young master of the Zhang family lay on the bed with a haggard face, lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away.

His lips were chapped, his skin was an unnatural bluish-gray, his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were prominent, and his eyes were closed.

"Go see the bride."

Lin Chuan glanced at the young man on the bed and shook his head.

"Ah? Then my child..."

Mr. Zhang wanted to say something but stopped himself, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, refusing to move an inch.

"The one who tied the bell must untie it. Perhaps it's an evil spirit at work. Once I take her in, Master Zhang's condition will definitely improve."

Lin Chuan looked calm and determined as he looked at Mr. Zhang. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, comforting him.

"After all, she is the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family. I have already sent people to bury her. This..."

Mr. Zhang looked troubled, with wrinkles on his forehead.

"Don't you want to save your son?" Lin Chuan frowned slightly, with a hint of unquestionable questioning in his words.

"How is that possible! Immortal, follow me."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand quickly, turned around and strode forward to lead the way.

Lin Chuan and Jiang Wanying looked at each other, and then they followed in tacit understanding.

Soon, they arrived at a cemetery on the back hill. It was overgrown with weeds, with a few isolated graves scattered among them. The words on the tombstones had become somewhat blurred due to the erosion of time.

The offerings in front of the tomb had long been dilapidated, and a few crows were perched on a dead tree not far away, croaking, which made the place even more desolate and silent.

"What...what's going on?"

Mr. Zhang's voice suddenly rose, filled with extreme fear and panic. He stared intently at the open coffin before him, the blood draining from his face in an instant, leaving only a pale white.

Four servants of the Zhang family were lying in a mess around the coffin. Their limbs were limp, their eyes were wide open, and their faces still showed the fear and struggle before death. Their bodies had long since lost their breath, and the bright red blood spread on the ground, mixing with the surrounding yellow earth, which was particularly shocking.

"Isn't it obvious? Your daughter-in-law doesn't want to sleep here."

Lin Chuan's mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he spoke slowly.

"No... don't want to sleep here? Immortal, don't be ridiculous. Where else can the dead sleep if not in a coffin? Are you going to sleep in my house?"

Mr. Zhang's lips were trembling, and his eyes were full of panic and resistance. He seemed to be extremely frightened by Lin Chuan's words, and he couldn't believe that there were such strange things in the world.

"Let's go back and talk about it. The yin energy here is too heavy."

After saying that, Lin Chuan naturally took Jiang Wanying's hand and walked towards Zhang's house.

Master Zhang: “…”

"Immortal, please wait for me, my son..."

……

Zhang Mansion.

"Hey, Immortal, why are you walking so fast? Is my wife chasing you?"

Mr. Zhang was so tired that he was out of breath. He supported his knees with his hands and asked in a panic.

"You're so scared, why are you still raising a child?"

Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Master Zhang with a half-smile.

"..."

"What does this mean, Immortal?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned, his eyes widened, he looked at Lin Chuan blankly, and asked in a whisper.

"The rightmost wing is filled with gloomy energy. Do you want me to explain it in more detail?"

Lin Chuan's gaze pierced straight at Master Zhang like a knife, and his voice seemed to be wrapped in frost, so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

"..."

"Eat them!"

A sharp roar suddenly sounded, breaking the silent air.

Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard in the darkness. Then, one after another, hunched servants, like puppets controlled by invisible strings, or like zombies crawling out of hell, staggered out from the shadows with stiff and slow steps.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, with a strange pale blue hue, and sticky saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths. They approached Lin Chuan and the others step by step.

Lin Chuan's expression was stern. He opened his thin lips slightly and uttered only one word: "Fall."

In an instant, purple-gold lightning bolts, like wild beasts escaping from a cage, came crashing down in all directions with the power to destroy the world.

Thunder is inherently strong and masculine, not to mention that it also contains a trace of the power of heavenly punishment.

Thus, those servants who looked like zombies were completely devoured by the purple-gold lightning in just a moment. They didn't even have time to scream before they turned into flying ashes.

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