Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

The atmosphere froze for a while, Yang Xing calmly took back the token and put it in his arms.

"...My patriarch prefers to make jokes, everyone laughed."

Qi Shu raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't realize that Patriarch Sikong, who is known for his elegance, still has such a side."

Yang Xing still responded with a smile: "People are always changeable."

"..."

Yan Yufeng said lightly: "Since that's the case, let's go together..."

"Wait!" Yang Xing hurriedly interrupted, "To tell you the truth, I fought a battle a few days ago, and my spiritual power was greatly damaged. The current state is not suitable for sending spirits, so..."

Qi Shu asked curiously: "Brother Sikong was injured? But I just saw that Brother Sikong is full of spiritual power, and it seems that he is not damaged."

Yang Xing shook his head: "Internal injury, internal injury, you can't see it."

"Really, I'm not very good at fighting now, so I can't go."

He looked at Yan Yufeng with an extremely sincere expression, as if he was waiting for him to considerately let him go back to rest.

Yan Yufeng was silent for a while, then looked at him expressionlessly: "Time is running out, let's go."

He turned and walked back the way he had come.

Qi Shu smiled at Yang Xing and followed.

Yang Xing suddenly felt a little helpless, can this person understand the words?If you don't go, you just don't go, can you still force him?

He winked at Rou Rou, turned around and wanted to leave.

A thin red line suddenly appeared on his left wrist, and it tightened suddenly, pulling him in the direction where Yan Yufeng was.

"Eh!"

Unprepared, he was dragged by the red thread and walked several steps.

"Young master!" Rourou was startled, and hurriedly cut the red thread.

However, it was found that the weapon easily passed through the red line, and the red line was completely unaffected and unbroken!

Qi Shu's voice came from afar: "Brother Sikong, you'd better hurry up, we will get the Yan family before dark."

Yang Xing suddenly turned cold, and shouted at the disappeared figure: "I say no!"

Yan Yufeng's cold voice suddenly came over.

"If you don't want to go, you have to go. If the Sikong family is unwilling to help this favor, the troubles of the two families will only increase a lot in the future."

Half-dragged, half-dragged, Yang Xing was still dragged to Yan's mansion.

He rolled his eyes at Yan Yufeng all the way, and finally got tired and stopped talking.

Rourou asked in a low voice: "My lord, are you alright?"

Yang Xing said weakly: "It's all here, let's go in and have a look."

Then he sneered: "It's amazing that Yan Yufeng can live so many chapters with such a temper."

Qi Shu turned his head suddenly, "Brother Sikong, you'd better be quiet."

Only then did Yang Xing come back to his senses, and found that Yan's house was completely white, and the people who entered and exited were all dressed in filial piety, with sad expressions on their faces. When they saw Yan Yufeng and his party, they also bowed slightly and remained silent.

After passing through several doors, they came to the main hall, where a coffin was placed in the extremely spacious hall.

Yang Xing suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

He slowed down, showing no intention of going in at all.

There were many servants kneeling around the main hall, and a few girls surrounded a woman. The woman had no powder on her face, her hair was all up, and there was no other decoration on her body except a jade hairpin. But with a majesty.

Seeing Yan Yufeng's return at this moment, his eyes suddenly became a little more wary.

Yan Yufeng walked over as if he didn't notice, raised his hem, and bowed on his knees: "Ma'am, Yufeng is back."

Only then did Yang Xing understand, it seems that this woman is the eldest wife of the head of the Yan clan, named Cheng Yuexing, who speaks very well in the Yan clan.

Cheng Yuexing didn't look at him, but asked indifferently: "Is everything settled?"

Yan Yufeng replied: "Both the Sikong family and the Qi family have sent people, but for some reason the Huang family has not replied yet."

Cheng Yuexing gave a "hmm", then looked at Qi Shu in the hall, with a smile on his face: "This is Shichang's child, I haven't seen him for a long time, he is already an adult."

Qi Shu saluted and said, "Qi Shu has seen Madam."

Cheng Yuexing nodded: "Go and burn incense sticks for Uncle Yan." As he spoke, Cheng Yuexing's eyes were slightly moist again, "If there hadn't been such a change, your Uncle Yan would have lamented that you have grown up a lot..."

Yan Yufeng listened from the side, his expression was always calm, unlike when he was on the way to the spirit, at this moment he restrained all his breath, looking like an ordinary Yan family disciple.

Qi Shu saluted at the side, and after offering incense, he suddenly felt that there was no one around him, and only then did he find Yang Xing who was still dawdling at the door.

"Brother Sikong, what are you doing there, come here quickly."

Yang Xing was very reluctant, from the moment he stepped into Yan's house, Rourou didn't know where to go, and now he was alone, he really didn't want to go to the hall.

Cheng Yue woke up and noticed Yang Xing early in the morning, and when she heard Qi Shu's words, she said with a smile: "So it's from the Sikong family, come in quickly."

Yang Xing squeezed his fist, and moved towards the hall very stiffly.

Trying to get around the coffin in the middle, he moved to Cheng Yuexing, and followed Qi Shu's example to salute Cheng Yuexing.

A big family is troublesome, and the etiquette is terrible.

At this time, a young woman came out slowly from the back of the hall.

Yang Xing's eyes suddenly brightened: "It's beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

The woman has a beauty that cannot be concealed even if she is wearing filial piety clothes. The plain dress makes her face more fresh and moving, and her eyes are full of tenderness.

Seeing Yang Xing standing quietly in the hall, she blushed suddenly, and stood silently behind Cheng Yuexing.

Cheng Yuexing introduced to several people: "This is my youngest daughter, Yan Yushui."

Words meet water!

Yang Xing was very surprised, this is the heroine!

His well-designed, gentle, kind, and beautiful heroine is standing in front of him at this moment!

Yang Xing couldn't help but look at Yan Yushui a few more times, Yan Yushui's face turned redder, and he lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

There was a sound of footsteps, and everyone turned their heads, only to see a young man in white walking in.

The young man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his appearance is correct, but he seems to have an extraordinary temperament.

He bowed to Cheng Yuexing with a clear voice: "Mother, all the spiritual masters have been settled."

Yang Xing recalled the setting, this should be Yan Yushui's elder brother, Yan Ziji, Yan's eldest son.

He looks quite good-looking, and he is completely different from his younger brother.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Yan Yufeng, who was still standing quietly on the side, with a calm expression, as if no matter what happened, it would not affect him.

Yan Yufeng felt his gaze, and looked back coldly. The thorn-like gaze made Yang Xing hold on for a few seconds before being defeated. He couldn't help but turn his head.

"I created you, and I don't have any gratitude at all..."

Yan Ziji turned around to look at the crowd, and said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard, let's rest for now, and we will set off early tomorrow morning to the cemetery."

Cheng Yuexing said slowly: "By the way, you must have heard of it too..."

Yang Xing felt chilly all over when he heard the word cemetery, and Cheng Yuexing's sudden words made him tremble slightly, and leaned a little closer to Qi Shu who was next to him.

Qi Shu glanced at him with a half-smile.

Cheng Yuexing's expression was solemn, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, and said: "The change in the family this time really happened suddenly."

Qi Shu asked from the side: "Madam Yan, could it be that Uncle Yan really..."

Cheng Yue waved slightly to the people behind her, and an older steward beside her directed the servants to retreat in an orderly manner.

After confirming that there was no one else around, Cheng Yuexing nodded slowly, and said in a sad tone, "He was killed by a traitor."

After speaking, she got up and walked towards Patriarch Yan's coffin.

Yang Xing frowned, he had an intuition that the next picture should not be very good-looking.

Cheng Yuexing raised his left hand and placed it on the coffin lid. There was a dull sound of wood rubbing against each other, and the coffin lid moved by itself, revealing a gap.

Yang Xing stood far away, but he couldn't help but glanced inside, and his whole body stiffened suddenly.

The face of the person in the coffin showed a strange blue-gray color, and a cloud of black air was shrouded on his forehead. If you look closely, you can still see an oval mark with strange red lines on it.

Seeing this, Qi Shu frowned: "Who can leave such a mark?"

Cheng Yuexing put away her hands, and the coffin lid closed automatically again.

"That day when the master came back from the cemetery, he already looked like this. After a few days of stopping..."

Yan Yushui gently helped Cheng Yuexing to sit down, and whispered a few more words, as if to persuade her not to be sad.

Yan Ziji continued: "Not only that, all the barriers set up by the ancestors in the yard have also been broken, and strange things happen frequently at home, and now we can only repair the outermost barrier. As for the inside... it will take a while time."

Yang Xing slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he knew why Rou Rou suddenly disappeared.

According to Yan Ziji, there are some things at the door that can block spirit monsters, even if Rou Rou is a spirit messenger, it will have a certain influence on her.

But if she can't get in, where will she go?

Cheng Yuexing calmed down for a while, and said again: "There should be more problems in the cemetery. Before he died, the master gave him a deep order, saying that he must go and seal it again."

"Seal?" Yan Ziji was a little stunned, this was the first time he heard this sentence, "Is there such a thing?"

Cheng Yuexing didn't seem to want to say much, but said to the few people in the hall: "If you talk about the outstanding spiritual masters in the world, besides you, there are only a few descendants of the Cheng family and the Huang family."

"It's a pity that my nephew Cheng Lijun went out a month ago and hasn't returned yet. Mrs. Huang has received the message, but I don't know why he didn't reply."

"Fortunately, the Qi family and the Sikong family sent people here, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with Yan family alone."

Yang Xing maintained a smile on his face, and said to himself: Then you may be too happy too early.

Cheng Yuexing said: "Tomorrow, everyone, please go to the ancestral grave to see what went wrong."

Having said that, she glanced at Yan Yufeng who had been standing by the side without making a sound, her expression suddenly turned cold: "Yan Yufeng, you are with them."

Yan Yufeng heard the words, bowed his head respectfully and said: "Yes."

Yan Ziji was taken aback for a moment: "Mother, I also..."

"You don't go." Cheng Yuexing interrupted him, "The barrier at home hasn't been repaired yet, so you stay."

Yan Ziji hurriedly said: "But this is too dangerous, as the eldest son..."

"Don't say any more!"

Cheng Yuexing stared at Yan Ziji fiercely, and the invisible pressure approached him until he lowered his head unwillingly: "...Yes."

Cheng Yuexing waved his hand as if very tired: "It's getting late, let everyone go to rest."

……

At night, in Yan's guest room.

Yang Xing sat by the chair a little restlessly, not knowing how to get back as soon as possible.

If he really followed them to the cemetery tomorrow, he would probably be able to lie there forever.

At this time, he felt some movement in his body.

Looking down, a brown thing that looked like a sachet in the sleeve shook slightly.

He froze for a moment, suspecting that he was wrong.

Yang Xing took out the sachet and held it up to his eyes, but felt it shake suddenly again.

Yang Xing was startled, the sachet fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

In the next second, a woman in pink with white eyes was standing in front of him with a smile.

"Young master, it's me."