Chapter 1609 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 19
The crackling sounds from the fire were particularly clear in the quiet of the night.
After a moment of silence, Ma Chengliang guessed, "Perhaps it's a smokescreen."
"They didn't disappear into the water; they're just making a fuss."
Song Jinhuan's body gradually warmed up, and she rubbed her hands together. "We can't find anything here, so let's follow that family and find out what's going on."
Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately agreed.
The candlelight in the farmhouse courtyard was dim, casting large, blurred shadows on the window paper.
The three of them squatted in the corner of the backyard wall.
Inside the house were the couple who had brought their child to school.
Lying on the bed was an elderly man in his eighties, whose pale complexion, tinged with blue, had returned to its youthful state, becoming visibly rosy.
The two stood not far from the bed, staring intently.
His withered, rotten fingers trembled slightly.
The man's eyes reddened, and he uttered the word "father" in a trembling voice.
The woman was slightly taken aback, and a look of sadness appeared in her eyes.
It was from this moment that I truly believed that my child had really gone to become an immortal with the immortal.
The octogenarian sat up in bed, took the man's arm, and began to recount the scenes of the underworld he had seen after his death. He also mentioned that he had met the Great Immortal Qingyun, which allowed him to return to the mortal world.
Hearing that his granddaughter, who was not yet seven years old, had indeed been taken away, he couldn't stop smiling.
He kept repeating that what he saw after death was real and that he wanted to enshrine Qingyun Daxian in his home.
Hearing her father-in-law say this, the woman felt a little better.
Before long, laughter and cheerful voices filled the room.
Ma Chengliang made a hand gesture.
Song Jinhuan and Yang Xiuying understood each other and retreated with their backs bent.
"Although the old man came back to life, the deathly aura on his face was exactly the same as that of the other old men I saw during the day," Yang Xiuying said as she recalled.
After a moment's thought, Song Jinhuan asked, "Who is the Great Immortal Qingyun?"
Ma Chengliang and Yang Xiuying both shook their heads.
“We have been in Pingchang County for some time and have never heard of this person before.”
Yang Xiuying said seriously, "Go back first and tell Master about this."
This is the only option for now.
The three of them hurried back to their lodgings under the stars and moon.
Upon hearing this, Song Yuande had a vague idea in his mind. "You all go back and rest first. Tomorrow morning, you will go to Xifeng Village with your master."
Song Jinhuan had dinner with his fellow disciples, and only on his way back to his room did he remember Lao Yu.
I wonder how the other person is doing now.
Thinking this, I unconsciously quickened my pace.
The approaching footsteps made the figure in the darkness suddenly open its eyes, anticipation flashing deep in its light brown pupils, and its neck unconsciously stretched towards the wooden door.
With a creak, the door opened.
In the blink of an eye, candlelight illuminated the room.
The man sat cross-legged on the floor, his back against the edge of the bed. The belt binding his body seemed to be randomly tied, but it made his posture quite interesting.
Song Jinhuan strode forward, bent down to examine him closely, and asked with barely concealed surprise, "Who tied you up?"
The man winked at her gently, then slowly pointed to himself.
Song Jinhuan was skeptical. "You yourself?"
She looked at it; the way it was tied up showed how ruthless it was to itself.
The way he tightened his chest muscles made them quite noticeable.
The thousand-year-old corpse had an unexpectedly good physique.
The man hummed in agreement, then lowered his head and said slowly and deliberately, "In that case, you can go out and do things with peace of mind from now on."
"I will manage myself well."
After saying that, he quickly glanced at Song Jinhuan, but the corners of his lips involuntarily curled up first.
Will they praise him for being sensible?
Ha! He wasn't trying to praise me!
This is all to prevent the other party from abandoning him.
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