Chapter 91 Unexpectedly, Father He shook his head…

Unexpectedly, Mr. He shook his head.

The ghosts' expressions all changed.

But before they could react, a ghost rushed in and cried out in terror to the young woman, "Sister, the old man discovered that He Wenqing has been captured by us, and he's bringing a lot of people this way."

Upon hearing the words "old thing," the ghosts trembled almost instinctively. They forced themselves to suppress their fear and surged outwards. Lu Hun hesitated for a moment, then took Wei Yin's hand and followed at the very back. Wei Yin looked back and saw that He's father had also silently followed.

They had just stepped out when they stopped in their tracks.

Grandpa He had already arrived, but he was stopped by a figure who suddenly rushed forward. That person was none other than He Wenqing, who was nearly delirious. Grandpa He bumped into him and anxiously reached out to help him up, "Wenqing, how are you? Were those things not hurt...?"

However, He Wenqing interrupted him abruptly, grabbed his sleeve, and knelt down with a bewildered expression.

"Grandfather, I know you won't lie. Please tell me, tell me, am I really my father's biological son? Am I really?"

Grandpa He was stunned. He hadn't expected He Wenqing to ask such a question, and he was caught off guard, unsure how to answer.

Grandpa He's hesitation and shock did not escape He Wenqing's notice. He Wenqing looked up at the old man as if burned, "Grandfather, why won't you speak? Is it all true? I am not Father's biological son, but rather your and Mother's..."

"No!" Old Master He interrupted in alarm, "What nonsense are you talking about! How could that be! Who told you these things? Are they some kind of ghostly stuff?!"

"If that's not true, why are you so afraid, Grandfather?!" He Wenqing shouted incoherently. "Could it be that what he said is true? Is it true?"

"No, Wenqing, who told you? Could it be your mother?" Old Master He was stunned by this sudden surprise. "Impossible, impossible, she couldn't possibly..."

He realized what he had said and immediately stopped talking.

Old Master He gritted his teeth in anger, then turned and fiercely glared at the group of ghosts, "Was it you who were gossiping in front of Wenqing? How dare you! Today, none of you will escape!"

"Don't bother with them, old man."

At this moment, Mr. He stepped forward and met the fierce gaze of the old man without blinking. "I told Wenqing about this. He should know about it."

"It's you?" Old Master He couldn't believe it. "How could you... Weren't you dead?"

"Yes," Father He laughed coldly. "Back then, I didn't want to be buried in the ancestral grave. I didn't want to see you even after I died. So, before I died, I arranged everything. I had my concubine, Ninth Aunt, secretly replace my remains after I was put in the coffin and bury me next to this empty house. But unexpectedly, I got another chance and became a ghost by borrowing the spirit of this house. I would rather be torn apart by them in this house than be buried with you again after death. I've had enough."

"You!" Old Master He was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Father He didn't care and kept smiling. "Father, I haven't called you that in many years since that day. Father, shouldn't you tell Wenqing the truth? Shouldn't you let him know about your background? Shouldn't you tell him how you got together with your son's wife and how you got him?"

"You, you, you, you!" Old Master He was forced to back away by the questioning, but he could only manage to squeeze out, "You unfilial son!"

"Hahahahahahahaha..." Father He laughed, looking up at the sky, but his laughter was filled with sorrow. He pointed at the group of ghosts behind him, relentlessly asking questions, "Father said I was unfilial. Does Father want his son to be like you, worse than a beast, capable of harming women and children? Does Father want his son to be like you, outwardly maintaining the dignified appearance of a scholar, reciting words about serving the country and the people, while your hands torture these poor people to the point of wishing for death? Father, you can deny Wenqing's background, but so many people, so many lives you have killed, now standing naked before you, can you deny it? Can you still deny it!"

The resentment of the ghosts was directed at Old Master He, whose old hands trembled.

While He's father and grandfather were talking, He Wenqing remained quiet for a while, staring at them without saying a word. From the grandfather's barely concealed expression, He Wenqing knew that the ghost in the house was indeed related to the grandfather.

He Wenqing lowered his head, seemingly recalling his dignified grandfather who had taught him in the past. He never imagined that his grandfather, with that face, was nothing but a hypocrite.

He pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and, with lightning speed, drew a sword from one of his attendants and held it to his own neck.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

Old Master He was the first to exclaim, "Wenqing, what are you doing?! Put down your sword!"

He Wenqing looked heavily at Old Master He and asked, "Grandfather, I have some questions for you. If you tell me the truth, I will let it go; otherwise..."

"Alright, alright, Wenqing, your grandfather will listen to you. Ask me anything, and I will tell you everything. I will never hide anything from you. Don't do anything reckless. You are the only one I can rely on now. If you don't behave well, what will happen to the He family?"

"Grandfather, I ask you, am I really Father's biological son?"

Grandpa He paused for a moment. Seeing this, He Wenqing immediately pushed the sword blade inward. Grandpa He was so frightened that he dared not hesitate any longer and immediately shook his head and said, "No! No! Grandfather has already said that you should put the sword down."

“Grandfather, then I…” He Wenqing hesitated this time, “I am… you and Mother…”

Old Master He closed his eyes heavily, unable to refute: "...Yes."

He Wenqing's face was deathly still.

"Wenqing, your grandfather has told you everything, please don't do anything rash." Tears welled up in Old Master He's old eyes. "Don't be sad or embarrassed. Your grandfather had no other choice. Your father can't have children, and we couldn't just watch the He family line die out, could we? Your mother and I had no other options, so we resorted to this..."

He Wenqing didn't want to look at him anymore and closed her eyes.

Grandpa He didn't dare to provoke him, and glared fiercely at his father beside him, "You unfilial son, Wenqing may not be your biological son, but you watched him grow up since he was a child. Why did you have to tell him this? What good will it do you to tell him? You scoundrel!"

Father He then turned his face away, facing the group of ghosts.

Beside him, Wei Yin looked intently at He Wenqing. His face was deathly pale, as if he had suddenly entered old age. All the arrogance he once had was gone. After a moment, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes and met Wei Yin's gaze.

His gaze was no longer fixed on her as usual; it had become very calm.

Wei Yin frowned.

He Wenqing is young and successful, and has been seen as a prodigy since childhood. He is always arrogant and self-centered. For someone like him, face is more important than anything else, and he probably cannot tolerate the slightest stain...

Just as she was thinking this, she saw He Wenqing decisively turn his head away and stop looking at her. Then, he straightened up and, before anyone could react, forcefully rammed the blade into his neck.

Next, Wei Yin saw a large amount of blood splatter from the man's neck, covering his face completely in crimson.

Immediately following was Old Master He's voice, shrill and almost hoarse, "Wenqing—"

Grandpa He threw down his cane and rushed over to hug him, but he was too late. He managed to grab He Wenqing's head, but the latter had already stopped breathing. Grandpa He's old eyes were wide open, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Father He glanced at it with slight surprise, but then a look of relief appeared on his face.

He smiled.

"This is good, it can be considered as atonement for the sins of the He family."

Old Master He covered He Wenqing's neck with both hands. Upon hearing this, his tears were instantly forced back. He glared ferociously at He's father and the ghosts, "Sins? What sins? They're just a few wandering ghosts. It's your good fortune that you can be used by the He family, hahaha! None of you will leave. You'll be buried with Wenqing."

Old Master He got up and had He Wenqing's body carried out, then he left as well.

Not long after he left, the entire magic array began to move completely.

The house began to slowly shake and tremble.

The surrounding houses looked as if they might collapse at any moment.

Wei Yin immediately remembered what she was supposed to do that night. Her face turned pale as she hugged Lu Hun. The ghosts cried out in panic, trying to escape, but the young woman calmly stopped them.

"Don't panic, let's do what we need to do."

The ghosts then remembered that perhaps they had already made up their minds to die, and now they were all surprisingly calm and no longer panicked. Even the youngest ghost boy was holding a ghost's hand without fear and stood there obediently.

Only Lu Hun's body was still trembling a little, but after a moment, he seemed to make up his mind again, smiling and lowering his eyes, "Sister, Lu Hun is already satisfied to be able to be husband and wife with you in this life. Let me go, sister. After we break the magic array, you can go out in peace. Ji Jiayu and the others will be waiting for you outside the door."

Wei Yin kept crying, but still held him tightly, unwilling to let go.

“Sister.” Lu Hun raised his hand and stroked her hair, his voice gentler and kinder than ever before. “When I’m gone, don’t be afraid, sister. I will leave Po Jun to you. He will protect you. Even if you encounter a powerful ghost, Po Jun can handle it.”

"Lu Hun knows that his sister is always afraid of the dark, so from now on, light an extra candle in the room when you go to bed, and have Po Jun guard the door. No one will dare to do anything to his sister."

"Although Lu Hun said that you should not forget me, you are still young and do not need to remember me forever. Just remember me for three years, no, one year is enough. Then you can go and marry your new husband with peace of mind. If Lu Hun still has a trace of his soul, he will pray for you, hoping that you can live a long and healthy life and grow old with your husband."

“Lu Hun…” Hearing the boy’s words, Wei Yin felt a sharp pain in her heart and couldn’t help but say, “Don’t say anymore, I’m willing to die with you…”

"But Lu Hun was unwilling."

Lu Hun interrupted her thoughts, "Sister deserves the best life. If Lu Hun's appearance causes you to ruin your life, then I would rather Lu Hun had never appeared. Sister, let go."

After the boy finished speaking, he didn't hesitate any longer and ruthlessly pushed her away.