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Chapter 147 Dirty Family Food (asking for monthly ticket)

Lin Zijin rushed forward to grab Xu Yuan's arm, but he was just a soul with a persistent obsession, and he grabbed and passed through Xu Yuan's body.

"Master Xu!" Lin Zijin begged, "Please spare his life. I only beg you to spare his life..."

Xu Yuan said coldly: "Go and plead for mercy to those thirty or so poor people he killed! Go and plead for mercy to Lu Qiuyang, He Junan, and He Junan's widowed mother!

Let's see if they are willing to spare his life!"

Xu Yuan flicked his sleeves and jumped onto the calligraphy post that read "Morning Tour of Beihai and Evening Tour of Cangwu": "Fifth Aunt, please go ahead!"

The calligraphy flew away into the air.

Lin Zijin collapsed dejectedly. Zhu Sili stood aside and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Sir, let's go now."

"If you continue to be stubborn and linger here, you will become evil. Brothers, you can only..."

Lin Zijin slowly raised his head and said sadly, "Forget it... now that things have come to this, how can I embarrass my brothers any further!"

His soul gradually faded away and drifted towards the Yellow Springs Road.

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The three courtyards of the Lin Mansion looked plain and deserted, and the row of horse posts in front of the gate were empty.

Everyone in the Champa Office knew that Lord Lin liked to support the younger generation, but after the tragedy fifteen years ago, Lord Lin declined all kinds of social interactions, so his office was deserted.

It was almost dinner time and the city was still very lively.

Outside the West City, the Exorcism Department is hunting down evil spirits, and there is a lot of noise, but news has already come: the Exorcism Department has won.

In fact, even if there was no such news, the city would not be greatly affected.

The people in the city were already accustomed to such things and had great confidence in the Extermination of Filth Department, unaware of the dangers involved.

But there was silence in the Lin Mansion.

There was not a single maid or servant in the front or back yards, and even in the stable in the side yard, there was not a single animal.

The entire Lin Mansion was incredibly quiet.

It was a dead place.

Even the snakes and rats disappeared.

The doors and windows of the several rooms in the front yard were not closed tightly. A cold wind blew, and the window sashes swayed and rattled, but no one took care of them.

The main house in the backyard had its doors and windows tightly closed, covered with thick black cloth from the inside, and even some gaps were stuffed with rags.

The room was dark, with an oil lamp burning on the table.

The lights are dim green.

The lamp oil emits a strange fragrance.

If an old captain from the Department of Extermination of Filth were here, he would be able to smell it right away. It's human oil!
A young man came in from the dark side door carrying a large tray with dishes and carefully prepared food.

But if you look closely, no matter what cooking method is used, the ingredients of these dishes are all internal organs and blood clots.

The young man's face was pale, his eyes and lips were covered with abnormal wrinkles, and his hair was completely gray.

He placed the dishes on the table one by one, carefully adjusting their positions, and placed chopsticks and two wine glasses according to the seats.

Then he smiled happily and called out into the darkness around him: "Grandma, Dad, Mom, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Little Aunt...it's time for dinner."

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up in the room!
The oil lamp on the table was not blown out, but the flame was burning brightly!

The chair next to me was pulled and made a noise, as if something invisible had sat down.

The young man waited patiently with a smile on his face. When everyone else had their seats, there was still no seat for him. But he didn't mind at all. He clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, eat quickly."

The chopsticks on the table floated up and quickly picked up the "dishes" on the plate, followed by chewing and biting sounds.

He ate voraciously and gobbled up everything in no time.

The young man watched all this with a happy smile on his face, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, Dad, Second Uncle, today is a good day, you two have a drink.

I'll pour you some wine."

He stretched out his index finger, and the nail had already turned into a sharp purple-black claw!
The claw scratched his other wrist, and smelly black blood flowed down, filling the two wine glasses.

The young man's face turned even paler, but he didn't mind.

The wine glass floated up and something drank it down with a gulp.

The young man poured three cups in a row, and a burp was heard in the darkness.

The young man was like a child who had received a compliment and was even happier: “Dad, this wine is good, I prepared it specially for you.

This is what a family should be like, having a meal together every day."

He paused, his pale face suddenly becoming ferocious: “But grandpa just doesn’t understand this!
Why did he insist on me sending you all back! ?

It's his fault that our family is in this state! He didn't help me take care of you, and he even sent you away. He has such a hard heart. How could he do that?!
I finally found you all, and I will never let Grandpa send you back again!"

He looked at a chair beside the table, his eyes full of admiration: "Mother..."

"I still miss the way we used to do, taking naps in June. You spread a cool mat for me, covered my belly with your coat, told me stories, and fanned me to ward off mosquitoes. I've never slept so soundly since you left..."

None of the things on the table responded to him. He could only see the "delicacies" in the dishes dwindling rapidly.

He clenched his hands tightly and muttered to himself: "I won't let you go. A family must be reunited, regardless of life or death!"

Behind his sharp nails, the purple-black infiltration spread a little upwards.

The area under his eyes also turned blue-black.

The two eyeballs bulged out slowly and strangely, revealing clear purple-red bloodshot!
Suddenly, there was a sound of a door opening outside.

Lin Shuyu's ears twitched.

His ears had become pointed, and long, hard black hair had grown out of his ear holes.

He remembered that he had locked the back door.

He snorted coldly, quietly opened the door a crack and slipped out.

A narrow channel of light fell in from the crack in the door, and the things on the table were startled and scattered around. The chairs were knocked over, and something jumped onto the table, breaking the dishes. The oil lamp was also knocked over, and the oil flowed out. The pale green flame slowly began to spread along the oil.

Lin Shuyu arrived in the yard, and the light outside made him frown uncomfortably.

He put his hand over his brow and looked around the yard.

The big copper lock was still hanging on the gate.

This was locked by Lin Shuyu himself.

Last night, his grandfather begged him to send all these "family members" back because he couldn't hide it anymore!

Lin Shuyu didn't listen at all.

After a big quarrel with his grandfather, his grandfather gave him one day. If Lin Shuyu refused to send them away, Lin Zijin would do it himself!

Lin Shuyu immediately locked the gate from the inside with a big lock. If his grandfather used force, he would threaten him with death: If you want to send them away, then send me away too. I will go downstairs to reunite with them!

But now the lock is still hanging on the door. Did I hear it wrong?
(End of this chapter)