I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

"Hehehe~ Little brother, don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm."

The faint voice of a woman rang in Xuan Hao's ears again.

Xuan Hao's scalp exploded directly, and the purple Soul-Breaking Sword that he was holding tightly was filled with spiritual power.

"Bang bang bang-"

The lavender spiritual power was randomly slashing around.

There were also a few fluctuations of spiritual power from the swords, which accidentally affected Jiang Chu.

Fortunately, Jiang Chu was smart and sacrificed the sapling early.

Otherwise, I would have been chopped.

"Crunch crunch—"

The white lanterns were swaying and making creaking sounds under the push of the wind.

Jiang Chu got goose bumps all over his body.

"I'm so sad. Such a handsome boy is going to attack me."

The woman in red suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

It was like a puff of smoke, and only a vague figure could be seen.

Jiang Chu has no attack skills and can only control the range of his puppet.

Want to cover Xuan Hao.

But Xuan Hao was running towards the corridor like crazy.

"Monster, die!"

The Soul-Breaking Sword slashed straight towards the woman in red.

Xuan Hao saw the woman in red gradually disappearing under her sword.

Xuan Hao sneered: "You've been playing tricks for so long, and I thought there was some mystery."

"It's just an ant."

When talking about ants, Xuan Hao's gaze shifted to Jiang Chu.

It seemed that Jiang Chu was also mocked.

Jiang Chu felt the ridicule and twitched his lips.

How did I offend Xuan Hao?

It's inexplicably directed at me.

Even if he is Si Ling's third junior brother, it shouldn't always be like this.

Could it be that before I came here, I did something excessive to Xuan Hao?

In the original book, Jiang Chu did do many bad things after Cheng'an and other demon spies came.

Or maybe, Xuan Hao was involved in these bad things.

Jiang Chu sighed silently.

He took a few steps forward, trying to cover Xuan Hao with his puppet.

The woman in red who was originally chopped by Xuan Hao gathered together again in mid-air.

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up: "Senior Brother Xuanhao, be careful!"

"Behind me!"

"Pfft-"

Almost at the same time Jiang Chu shouted, the red-clothed woman's hands seemed to be able to retract.

Like a water snake, it entangled Xuan Hao.

"Ah——" Xuan Hao felt as if his whole body was pricked by countless needles.

The pain spread throughout my body.

Jiang Chu no longer hesitated, quickened his pace, and covered Xuan Hao with his puppet circle.

"Zizzi-"

The white purifying power directly eliminated the red mist that was surrounding Xuan Hao.

“Ahhh——” the woman in red screamed miserably.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

Then he disappeared into the corridor.

Xuan Hao was gasping for breath inside Jiang Chu's puppet protection circle.

The faint green spiritual energy soothed him.

His breathing gradually became less rapid.

Sitting down at the roots of the puppet tree.

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Chu.

His expression was somewhat complicated: "Thank you."

Xuan Hao gritted his teeth, a feeling of humiliation spreading in his heart.

He closed his eyes and looked out through Jiang Chu's protective circle.

I saw a faint light at the end of the corridor.

It was the old man who opened the door, and he came back with a white lantern.

"Oh, my immortal, what happened to you?"

It was still the same hoarse sound like a dead branch, and the same discomfort.

But Xuan Hao seemed to hear the sound of nature.

Ran out from Jiang Chu's encirclement.

"Is this how you, the Li family, treat guests?"

"The guests didn't even follow him and he just left on his own." Xuan Hao's voice was loud.

Echoing throughout the dark corridor.

The old butler nodded and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry."

"I am old, my ears and eyes are not sharp, I am sorry."

Xuan Hao seemed still unsatisfied and snorted coldly.

Jiang Chu was speechless.

Even among the five great sects of the Immortal Realm, there are disciples with such narrow minds.

The old butler led them through the corridor and into the front yard.

Finally we arrived at the front hall where the coffin was placed.

Jiang Chu caught my eye.

I saw a slender figure in white kneeling in the mourning hall, burning paper.

There was also a little boy kneeling next to him, also dressed in plain clothes.

The small figure knelt there, looking a little dazed.

There were white candles placed in front of the mourning hall, and the candle flames swayed gently in the wind.

The old butler walked over tremblingly and shouted to the woman kneeling on the ground.

"Madam, we have a visitor."

Jiang Chu and Xuan Hao both looked at the woman kneeling on the ground warily.

There is no sense of demonic energy around here.

Otherwise, they would have brought out swords and puppets long ago.

Xuan Hao had no intention of moving.

Jiang Chu looked at the little boy's small back, and a soft feeling flashed through his heart.

Take a step forward.

Xuan Hao watched Jiang Chu walk forward, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Looking for death."

Jiang Chu didn't hear it, but took out two ingots of gold from the mustard bag.

Handed it to the butler.

In their place, when an elder passes away, they have to burn paper money or offer labor money.

The butler took the two gold ingots and looked at the thin woman who was still kneeling on the ground with some embarrassment.

"Madam, this immortal has added gold ingots." The old butler's voice was still unpleasant.

The woman who was burning paper finally showed a hint of emotion.

He threw the paper money in his hand into the brazier.

Looked up.

It was a pale face full of fine lines and without any makeup.

There were dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were red and swollen, and his lips were a faint purple color.

Jiang Chu frowned slightly.

"Thank you, Immortal."

"Please burn incense, Immortal."

The woman's voice was extremely hoarse and she looked very weak.

Like a dying candle, it will burn out in a second.

The old butler took out three incense sticks and handed them to Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu took it without hesitation.

White smoke curls up as the white candle is lit.

Jiang Chu bent down three times before inserting the incense into the incense burner.

Finally, he sighed.

But I don't know what to say.

Seeing that Jiang Chu had burned incense and nothing happened, Xuan Hao approached.

But his eyes kept moving between the woman and the child.

His eyes were fierce.

Suddenly a cold wind blew.

The flames of the blown white candles flickered, and the white silk hanging on the black coffin and the mourning hall also swayed.

"Crunch, crunch -"

"Crunch, crunch -"

Dense and numerous creaking sounds came from all directions, approaching rapidly from far away.

Xuan Hao pulled out the Soul-Breaking Sword again.

Watched warily.

Jiang Chu did not hesitate any longer and offered the sapling.

Cover everyone around.

Including housekeepers, women, and children.

Xuan Hao saw that Jiang Chu had also included these three people.

He shouted angrily: "Jiang Chu, are you sick?"

“They look abnormal!”

Jiang Chu looked at Xuan Hao as if he was a fool: If there really was a problem, it would have been exposed long ago under the cover of his puppet tree.

Before Xuan Hao had finished venting his anger, he saw that the area outside Jiang Chu's encirclement was already filled with densely packed white lanterns.

It’s just that these lanterns, like humans, have eyes.

It emits a faint green light.

He didn't care about Jiang Chu anymore and raised his voice:

"Damn it! It's the Netherworld Lamp! It's something from the demon clan!" Xuan Hao held the Soul-Breaking Sword, his voice trembling slightly.

Nether lamp?

Jiang Chu couldn't remember for a moment whether it was mentioned in the book.

He looked at Xuan Hao and was about to ask what it was.

Then Xuan Hao took out a cone-shaped object from the mustard bag.

He sneered at Jiang Chu and said, "Jiang Chu, don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck."

As he said this, he activated the magic weapon that could pry open the seal here, intending to leave directly.