The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 144 Book Year
Zhou Ye's face suddenly turned red, and he stammered: "Well, it doesn't count as stealing. The silver was just placed on the chair, and I... I just took the sheep."

"Lord, please don't punish Brother Zhou Ye, we..."

"Aqiang!"

Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly popped out, and his tone was harsher than ever before, "Shut up!"

Ah Qiang?

Didn't this person go to the monks with his official seal? Why did he suddenly appear again?

The six of them were dumbfounded.

but……

There was something even more shocking to them.

Zhou Ye strode to the wheelchair, knelt down and said in a very soft voice, "I'll carry you and sit over there, okay?"

The man known as the Lord stretched out his hand, touched Zhou Ye's hair, and said one word: "Okay!"

Zhou Ye carried the person into the Grand Master's chair, but fearing that he would be uncomfortable sitting there, he found a brocade cushion from the room and placed it on his waist.

The man felt comfortable, and his eyes did not look at Yan Sanhe and the others, but instead focused on the mess.

Zhou Ye quickly glanced at Aqiang and the others.

After a while, the mess receded, and the clean bluestone bricks shone a little under the palace lantern because they had been washed by water.

"It's disrespectful to treat guests like this."

The man smiled apologetically at Yan Sanhe, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Yan Sanhe stood there dumbly.

Although this person's body has been severely violated by time, he is still several times more beautiful than the portrait she painted.

He is already so good-looking, but what about Wu Guanyue?

"Ah Ye, untie them. Master Pei and Master Xie's clothes are dirty. Please take two of my old clothes and let them change into them."

Even if Yan Sanhe had a delicate heart, he would be confused by the words and deeds of the "Lord".

We are polite first and then soldier;
Are they going to fight first and then be polite?
She turned around and stared blankly at Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao, only to find that their faces were even more confused than hers.

The man in black untied the five people, and someone else handed Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao two new and not old robes.

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao looked at each other and said nothing nonsense. They walked into the room and took off their dirty clothes and put on old clothes.

The clothes fit Mr. Pei just right, but the third master is tall and the clothes are a little tight.

He was a military attache and was not as particular as a civilian official, so he simply walked out openly.

Everyone glanced at him, except Yan Sanhe. Yan Sanhe's attention was all on that person.

She boldly stepped forward and called out her first and last name, "Wu Shunian?"

The man nodded, "My eyes are empty and my eyes are at my side, my dreams are broken and I am exposed to the book years."

Yan Sanhe thought for a while, "The character is isolated and mysterious, and the sacred mountain is the opposite of the immortal."

Wu Shunian didn't expect that the little girl could still pick up the line, but she still answered the previous sentence, with a look of joy on her face.

"This is his least famous poem."

"Whose poem is it?" Pei Xiao whispered.

Yan Sanhe glanced at Pei Xiao and said, "Compared to the two famous lines 'Leave a picture to reflect the history' and 'Sighing alone in the ocean', no one really cares about this song."

I go!

He turned out to be a famous general from the previous dynasty.

Pei Xiao glanced at Yan Sanhe with fear: Can't you tell, this goddess is also full of poetry.

At this time, Wu Shunian reached out and tugged Zhou Ye's clothes, raised his head and called out, "Aye!"

Zhou Ye's eyes softened, "Come here, boil some water to make tea, and bring three chairs to Miss Yan, Mr. Pei, and Mr. Xie."

"Yes."

There were two levels of shock in Yan Sanhe's eyes, which were like deep wells.

The first shock: it was Wu Shunian’s attitude towards them;

A big shock: it was the relationship between Wu Shunian and Zhou Ye.

The two looked like master and servant, but upon closer inspection, they didn't seem to look alike.The square table was brought up again. There was a pot of tea and four teacups on the table. The difference was that Zhou Ye, who was sitting north and facing south, was now standing behind Wu Shunian.

His stance was not like that of a guard, but he put one hand on the back of the Grand Master's chair.

This action seemed to bring Wu Shunian into his protective circle.

"Young Master Pei."

Wu Shunian slowly rolled his eyes and landed on Pei Xiao, "There is a medicine in your Baiyao Hall called Resurrection Pill."

Pei Xiao: "How do you know?"

Wu Shunian: “Not only do I know about it, I’ve been eating it for several years, but it’s a little more expensive.”

I go!

No wonder he smelled the Resurrection Pill as soon as he entered the house.

"There is a reason why you are expensive."

Pei Xiao rolled his eyes habitually.

"The Resurrection Pill contains Resurrection Grass. The grass grows on the cliffs of Kunlun Mountain. It is surrounded by poisonous snakes and aphrodisiacs. It takes a lot of effort to harvest this grass, let alone the century-old ginseng in it..."

its not right!
Pei Xiao suddenly stopped talking and looked at Wu Shunian.

Resurrection Pill, Resurrection Pill, as the name suggests, is used to revive people who are seriously ill.

The person in front of me...

The man in front of him was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, his eyes were sunken, his face was gray, and he was obviously in the next life.

Pei Xiaoxin said: He probably won't live long.

Wu Shunian was very calm, "If you come a little later, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me."

"My lord!" Zhou Ye's voice was displeased.

"Aye is good at everything, but he just can't listen to what I say. That's all..."

Wu Shunian smiled lightly, "...not good."

No one except Zhou Ye could answer Wu Shunian's words, but Zhou Ye had a sullen face and remained silent.

The atmosphere suddenly condensed down.

Wu Shunian lowered his head, put his hand into a fist to his lips, and coughed hoarsely.

Zhou Ye's eyes moved slightly, he bent down and whispered softly: "Is it cold?"

Wu Shunian said "hmm".

Zhou Ye immediately went back into the house and magically took out a thin blanket and covered Wu Shunian's knees.

Wu Shunian smiled again, with a faint sense of pride at the ends of his eyes.

Yan Sanhe moved his eyes away, but unexpectedly bumped into Xie Zhifei, who gently closed his eyes and signaled her to speak quickly to avoid a long night of dreams.

She clenched her palms in vain, "Wu Shunian, do you know our purpose?"

"know."

Wu Shunian closed his eyes slightly, "My father had a childhood sweetheart when he was young. He died a few years ago. The coffin couldn't close. The inner demon was my father."

Seeing that he spoke so calmly, Yan Sanhe was surprised and said, "Aren't you shocked by this?"

"I am forty-six years old. If I live to my age, let alone the coffin not being able to close, I will believe it even if your grandmother comes back from the dead."

Wu Shuqing sighed softly, "It's a pity that my father can no longer come back from the dead."

Wu Guanyue is dead?
Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao looked at Yan Sanhe at the same time: What should we do?
Yan Sanhe more or less expected it, and said calmly: "If the old lady's inner demon is really your father, would you be willing to help the old lady transform her thoughts and demons for him?"

Wu Shunian: "Can I?"

Yan Sanhe nodded, "You are his son, and the only bloodline belongs to you."

"Can I ask, what will happen if the old lady's inner demon cannot be expelled and the coffin never closes?"

Wu Shunian laughed softly, smiling like an old fox.

"You guys came all the way here, so it must be something big!"

(End of this chapter)