Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Unfortunately, no trace of the turtle has been found yet.

White clouds and gray dogs, time flies like a white horse, the stars and the moon are overcast in the blink of an eye, the sky is white, and the golden morning light breaks through the clouds and falls.

The whole world seems to have returned to tranquility, and all kinds of weird things are temporarily restrained under the sunshine.

"Bang bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Ye Fan, who was refining the earth spirit beads cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out from his eyes.

Put away the earth spirit bead, waved his hand to remove the blood thunder shield, and the floating earth spirit energy on his body penetrated into his dantian.

"Come in!"

A faint voice came out, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

A house slave in Tsing Yi came in with a lantern, bowed his head respectfully: "Ye Zhenjun, the breakfast banquet is ready, and the master is waiting for you to eat!"

"I see." Ye Fan waved his hand, and the servant in Tsing Yi retreated outside the door to wait.

Ye Fan's eyes were full of thoughtful expressions, lighting up lanterns during the day is really an anecdote through the ages.

There is no delay, let the slaves in Tsing Yi wait too long.

Ye Fan took a sip of the herbal tea left over from last night before getting up and walking outside.

Seeing this, the house slave in Tsing Yi turned to Zhou Zaiqian to lead the way.

When passing by a certain courtyard, Ye Fan saw many house slaves in Tsing Yi busily carrying lanterns.

Ye Fan looked at those people in a hurry, and couldn't help wondering: "Why are you so busy so early in the morning?"

The house slave who led the way glanced sideways at Ye Fan, and said calmly: "Dozens of people died last night, and they need to carry the corpses out for burial."

Hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes sank, and he said calmly: "Did of illness?"

The house slave shook his head: "I don't know, if you are curious, you can ask the house master."

Afterwards, the house slave stopped talking and led Ye Fan to the hall where Ye Fan was entertained yesterday.

"True Monarch, please come in!"

The house slave stood outside the door, made a gesture of invitation, and then stood where he was.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, and walked into the hall in a hurry.

Chapter 1340 Cursed, thousand years of fear!

As soon as you enter the hall, you can smell the aroma.

Looking in the direction of the aroma, the table is full of delicacies and cakes.

It has to be said that the Zou family's breakfast is extremely rich, which shows that they still care about hospitality.

Zou Hongxue was still sitting on the main seat, Zou Hongwen was sitting on his lower left, and Zou Qingyang was nowhere to be seen.

"Ye Zhenjun, please sit down quickly!"

Zou Hongwen, who was the housekeeper, saw Ye Fan, and immediately got up and cupped his hands, smiling all over his face.

Ye Fan nodded, and sat next to the layman in the cottage, only to find that there was no turtle beside him.

"Caolu Taoist priest, where is your apprentice?" Ye Fan frowned.

The thatched dweller looked a little gloomy: "I didn't find it. I asked Patriarch Zou to help me find it, but I searched the entire Zou family, but I didn't find the turtle."

Ye Fan's heart sank slightly, his eyes scanned Zou Hongxue and Zou Hongwen intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't know how to comfort him, so he stopped talking and sat there silently.

The thatched layman was in a bad mood and lost the interest to speak. He lowered his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Homeowner!"

When the atmosphere was somewhat silent, the young man from the direct line of the Zou family, wearing a black and white yin and yang robe, walked in quickly.

He should have something to say, but he glanced at the cottage and Ye Fan, and swallowed the words abruptly.

"Say." Zou Hongxue also glanced at Ye Fan and Caolu, and waved his hands.

The young man clasped his hands in answer, and the party said, "72 slaves, 33 collateral disciples, and seven direct descendants died last night."

The life and death of house slaves and collateral disciples is nothing to the Zou family.

But with the death of seven direct disciples, the matter is a bit serious.

Those direct descendants sitting around the dining table all showed sorrowful expressions.

Zou Hongxue let out a long sigh, waved his hands weakly and said, "Let's prepare for the funeral. The burial will be on time at dusk. Don't miss the time."

"Yes, I'm going to prepare the coffin and burial."

The young man cupped his hands slightly, and slowly exited the hall.

Seeing the young man leaving in a hurry, Ye Fan just slowly put down his chopsticks: "Patriarch Zou, I don't know what to say or not?"

"Ye Zhenjun has something to say, but it's okay to say it, Zou is all ears."

Zou Hongxue also put down his chopsticks and looked at Ye Fandao with a smile.