Chapter 113: Summoning Souls (I)
The sudden appearance of the second master of the Wu clan made the atmosphere of the funeral become suddenly delicate.
Xiao Ai stood at the door, quietly watching the handsome second master of the Wu clan riding his horse, without saying a word.
Uncle Song, an old man beside her, hurriedly said, "Little fairy, please go this way."
The old man wants to take Xiao Ai out of this place .
But Xiao Ai shook her head and said, "It's all right."
After that, regardless of the old man's reaction, the little girl stopped directly in front of the gate and quietly watched the reunion of brothers outside.
The old man had no choice but to stand aside.
When the second master of the Wu clan, named Wu Zhiyuan, arrived at the gate of the Wu clan, he jumped down from the horse with a laugh and opened his arms to his brother Wu Zhiqian at the gate.
"Big brother! I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm bloody wanting to see you!"
Wu Zhiqian held his younger brother reluctantly and said, "Why did you rush back without notice? I could not even arrange for some people to pick you up. If you return to Fushan city next time, you must not do so."
Wu Zhiyuan laughed and patted his brother on the back. Then he released Wu Zhiqian and said with a smile, "It's not necessary. There won't be another time. My brother, I don't plan to leave this time. Ha ha…"
Wu Zhiyuan laughed heartily, and then, regardless of the expression of his brother when he heard such words, he walked directly to the door with a smile.
"Let's go. I'll meet the old man first. Elder brother, I'll trouble you to entertain guests outside. You've always been courteous and polite. I'll leave it to you to welcome and send the guests away."
It was a completely bossy attitude that made Wu Zhiqian's face more gloomy.
Wu Zhiyuan saw the silver haired girl standing by the gate as he stepped through it, and his eyes lit up.
Wu Zhiyuan smiled and arched his hands. "I'm Wu Zhiyuan. Little fairy… are you an old friend of my father?"
The little girl in front of him has silver hair and animal ears. She is by no means an ordinary person. Wu Zhiyuan guessed that she should be a strong demon cultivator.
Therefore, although the other party looked young, Wu Zhiyuan didn't dare to be frivolous.
The little girl gave him a cold look and turned to the mourning hall without answering.
Such a cold attitude surprised Wu Zhiyuan… Is she not an old acquaintance of my dead father but a friend of my big brother?
But how can he know such a strong demon cultivator?
As a cultivator, Wu Zhiyuan could see at a glance that this little girl with silver hair and animal ears was extraordinary.
He estimated that even the two strong cultivators he specially brought here were no match for the little girl.
Standing outside the door, he watched the little girl with silver hair and animal ears enter the mourning hall. Wu Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
The original happy mood was cast in shadow because of this unknown demon cultivator.
But what should be done should also be done, and at the very least, be careful.
With six subordinates, Wu Zhiyuan walked directly into the funeral hall, holding his father's coffin and crying, crying loudly that he should come back earlier.
The sad cry spread along with the mourning music, but it had a kind of funeral atmosphere.
The little girl with silver hair and animal ears sat quietly in the corner of the yard, watching everything about the Wu clan with cold eyes, without talking to anyone, just like an indifferent outsider.
After dark, night fell, and the Wu clan's memorial hall became more and more lively.
Because after midnight, the old man's body must be transported to the outside of the city, and burned with firewood completely into ashes.
Most of the guests, relatives and friends had gathered at this time.
At the same time, in the small courtyard behind the Fire God Temple, Huo Feng was flipping the dishes in the kitchen, thinking about something. The little Gu eagle squated on the threshold and stared at him with profound resentment.
Before, Huo Feng took the little Gu eagle to the Wu clan. the little Gu Eagle didn't notice that the route had changed.
However, when they were about to come to the Wu clan, the little Gu Eagle responded and began to make noise.
Huo Feng had no choice but to change the route temporarily, instead of going to the Wu clan, he returned directly to the Fire God Temple.
But even so, it was already dark when they returned to the yard. the little Gu eagle, who had been hungry for a long time, was so angry that he flew to complain to Lu Heng.
Lu Heng calmed the little guy and told Huo Feng that Xiao Ai would not come back for dinner tonight, so he didn't have to prepare Xiao Ai's share.
Afterwards, Huo Feng went into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.
In the courtyard, Lu Heng still sat in the lotus position, as if he had not moved all day. The scroll of bamboo slips in his hand had now been put down by him.
However, the content of the bamboo slips have been recorded by Lu Heng forever.
Today, Lu Heng was still slowly digesting and deducing the content on the bamboo slips, trying to learn more things.
In the kitchen, Huo Feng said nothing.
He was still thinking of the scene that he saw at the dock today, and the arrogant appearance of the second master of the Wu clan.
But…
He glanced at the Wolf God outside the door and sighed, but it was not easy to tell the story.
After all, although the second master of the Wu clan's behavior was somewhat domineering, it was still not counted as evil yet.
He didn't want to do such a thing before the second master of the Wu clan really did something bad.
He decided to investigate it clearly before he said something…
After thinking for a long time, Huo Feng finally made up his mind to go to the city to inquire about it in the next few days. If the second master of the Wu clan really has done bad deeds, it must be reported to the Wolf God.
Because he had something in mind, Huo Feng had a quiet dinner.
At the dinner table, Lu Heng was not a talkative person. He occasionally asked about Huo Feng's experience in the city today, so Huo Feng didn't answer more than necessary.
After dinner, Huo Feng took the little Gu eagle into the house. Lu Heng was left alone in the courtyard outside the house again.
However, today, Lu Heng was not cultivating, but quietly looked at the direction of the Wu clan mansion.
There, under the night sky, the bright fireworks rose up, illuminating the night sky of the city.
That's a sign that the old master of the Wu clan's body was about to be moved out of the city. Every half hour, the Wu clan's mansion will have fireworks play until after midnight.
And in this small courtyard, there was a shadow.
The dark black robe and tall figure showed that it was Wuzhu Helan Zhen of Fushan city.
"Lord Wolf God," Helan Zhen bowed.
The man in white in the courtyard also saluted and said, "Please, Wuzhu Helan."
Helan Zhen shook her head and said, "It's a very easy thing. I didn't do too much."
Lu Heng smiled and said, "The time has come. Let's go out of the city."
"OK," Helan Zhen replied succinctly.
Later, the two figures disappeared from the courtyard and went toward the Pangjiang river outside the city.
The purpose of their visit is the place where the Wu clan holds the cremation ceremony for the old man tonight.
Lu Heng, while holding the Requiem Seal, wanted to try to retain the old master's soul.
