"Master, what's wrong?" Hua Xiaolou asked with concern.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but Yin Yu did not return to the deep mountains. Instead, he stayed in Pingjiang. The other disciples were sent out on business, leaving only Hua Xiaolou and Ji Wuxin in Pingjiang.
Ji Wuxin was Yin Yu's eldest disciple, his lover, and his most trusted disciple, compared to the other seven disciples.
Yin Yu was full of suspicion and trusted himself the most. Ji Wuxin had been with him the longest and was the most obedient, so he was able to gain some trust from him.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and shook his head. "It's nothing. Help me back to my room."
Hua Xiaolou helped him inside. Yin Yu sat down to regulate his breathing, and Hua Xiaolou protected him. An hour later, Yin Yu woke up. Although his face was still pale, it was much better than the deathly pallor he had just experienced.
"Call your senior sister here," Yin Yu ordered.
Hua Xiaolou went to the kitchen, where Ji Wuxin was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. She was an excellent cook, and Yin Yu loved her cooking the most.
Ji Wuxin was about thirty years old, petite and charming, with a hot figure, but in fact, this woman was not young. In Hua Xiaolou's memory, her senior sister always looked the same as she did now, and had never aged.
He heard that his eldest sister had followed their master for more than half a century, so Ji Wuxin must be at least sixty years old.
"Check on the bookmakers and see who they've been associating with recently," Yin Yu instructed.
Half of his ten years of hard work was ruined, and yet someone was able to break the curse on him. He wanted to know who this master was!
Fortunately, Zhuang Shicheng still had one son whose curse hadn't been lifted. Yin Yu sneered, it seemed he had to teach the stubborn Zhuang Shicheng a lesson and let him taste the power!
Ji Wuxin called his subordinates in Hong Kong, and they quickly replied.
"Dao Yi, the old bald monk, stayed at the Zhuang family's house a few days ago. After that, Zhuang Shicheng invited Ye Qingqing to come over. Today, Zhuang Shicheng and his youngest son came to Pingjiang and had dinner at Ye Qingqing's house."
Ji Wuxin investigated thoroughly, and the whereabouts of the Zhuang family father and son were completely under her control.
Yin Yu sneered, "So it's Ye Qingqing. I underestimated this girl."
Hua Xiaolou said indignantly, "Master, this bitch is always going against you. You can't show her any more mercy."
He finally managed to get rid of the poison that pierced his heart; it had almost killed him recently. Although he was cured, his body was already weak, and this ordeal will take at least two or three years to fully recover.
Hua Xiaolou wished he could eat Ye Qingqing alive, but he dared not lay a heavy hand on her because Yin Yu wouldn't allow it, which made him feel incredibly frustrated.
Yin Yu's eyes were icy cold, with a hint of murderous intent. It was indeed necessary to teach that girl a lesson. She had repeatedly provoked him, and even the death of his fourth disciple might be related to Ye Qingqing.
He whispered a few words to Ji Wuxin, who nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master, I'll do it myself tomorrow."
"Um!"
Yin Yu nodded in satisfaction and said to Hua Xiaolou, "Go and find a young and strong man for your master, but don't attract attention."
The backlash from the Gu worms caused him great harm, and he needs to be properly nourished.
Hua Xiaolou accepted the order and left, but he was very curious about what Yin Yu had instructed his senior sister to do, and also felt a little resentful. No matter how hard he tried, he could never be as important as his senior sister in his master's heart.
Yin Yu meditated for a while, then went upstairs to the secret room. He took out a vermilion jar, bit his finger, squeezed out blood, and dripped it into the jar. A piercing sound came from inside, the sound of the Gu worms, but the sound from inside the jar was even sharper.
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