At the back of the Huang family's courtyard.
Qin Chuan followed the butler into a spacious and luxurious room.
"Grand Master, the honored guest has arrived."
Steward Huang bowed to the curtain in a low voice.
A blurry figure appeared behind him. It was so dark that it was impossible to see his appearance and age.
"This is your Huang Family's Eldest Master?”
Qin Chuan's eyes were slightly red, as scarlet veined patterns interweaved in the depths of his eyes. He circled around the house and sized it up with interest.
"I remember you said there were three masters in the Huang family. Why did I only see one? Where are the other two?"”
"Today is only First Master's birthday. It's not suitable for the other two masters to come out and rest in other houses.”
Steward Huang answered with a smile. He tilted his head to the curtain as if he was listening. Then, he said,"My family's First Master invited a guest to congratulate him on his birthday. After the matter is done, not only will he present the weasel with both hands, he will also give the guest a generous reward.”
"Oh? If that's the case, then how should I congratulate him?”Qin Chuan laughed.
"There's a piece of paper over there with the word 'longevity' on it, but it's missing a bit. As long as you pick up your brush and add this, it'll be considered complete.”
Steward Huang was all smiles as he handed over a brush.
The room was lit by an oil lamp, flickering between light and darkness, making his smile appear slightly dark and distorted.
Qin Chuan pretended not to see anything and looked towards the source of the sound. He only saw a huge piece of white paper hanging on the wall. In the middle of it was a tiny, almost invisible word,"Longevity".
He took the brush from Steward Huang and stepped forward.
On the table in front of the painting, there was a welcoming pine tree growing horizontally. The thick and cold trunk was parallel to the table, like an open guillotine.
Qin Chuan gently shook the welcoming pine and flicked his brush."Steward Huang, come over and take a look. The brush and ink are a little dry.”
"Oh, really?"
Steward Huang was surprised and took a few steps forward.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out and grabbed his collar.
"Customer, what are you doing?"
Steward Huang staggered and panicked. In his panic, his voice became sharper.
Qin Chuan couldn't even be bothered to speak. He pressed him down on the table, his left hand grabbing the pine tree and pulling it down.
Puchi--
Hot blood spurted out, splashing a shocking pattern on the white paper hanging painting. At the same time, it also filled up the incomplete longevity character.
"This is the ink I need, Steward Huang!”
Qin Chuan lowered his head and looked at the headless corpse on the table. The red lines in his eyes were intertwined like blood and rainbows. The colors of the entire world were rapidly dissipating.
The clean and new furniture was old, black and mottled, filled with cobwebs and dust, and filled with the smell of decay.
The welcoming pine tree on the table also revealed its original appearance. It was a dog-headed guillotine with a yellow weasel lying on it. Its corpse had been separated from its body, and it was dripping with blood.
Retracting his gaze, Qin Chuan kicked the wooden cabinet to the side, blocking the door. He coldly said,
"Where are you going, Master?"
A yellow weasel the size of a hunting dog appeared in his line of sight. Its fur was dry and coarse, mixed with a lot of grayish-white. The whiskers on both sides of its lips were white. One look and one could tell that it was not young.
Looking at this old yellow weasel, Qin Chuan said in a dense tone,"How many lives do you have to invite the Mountain Taibao to extend your birthday? Aren't you afraid of going to the western paradise?”
Seeing that the door was blocked, the old yellow weasel stood up. His eyes gradually turned green, filled with cunning and sinister, as well as a strange power that could shake one's soul.
Qin Chuan only felt his mind waver as a red light shot out from his eyes.
With a thought, a two-meter long nine-ringed golden saber appeared in his hand.
The nine iron rings rang out with the pressure of Mount Tai.
The saber slashed down.
Bang!
The stone slab exploded, stirring up dust all over the sky. A terrifying pattern appeared on the ground.
Even though the yellow weasel managed to escape from this terrifying power, he was still shocked to the core. With a whoosh, he turned around and fled to the back of the house.
There was a hole the size of a dog hole in the corner of the wall.
"Your reaction is quite fast. It's just a futile struggle.”
After his attack missed, Qin Chuan turned around and exerted force with his right hand, throwing out the nine-ringed golden saber.
"Guest, please…"
The nine iron rings interweaved like the sound of death. A bone-piercing cold light suddenly appeared, causing the old yellow weasel to be scared out of his wits. He was so shocked that his hair stood on end and he screamed repeatedly.
However, before it could finish its words, its entire body was split into two from its waist. Blood splattered everywhere, scattering its scarlet heart, liver, and internal organs.
The nine-ringed golden saber was stabbed into the ground diagonally, but the blade was still buzzing and trembling.
Qin Chuan walked over and looked at the remains of the old yellow weasel on the ground. To be honest, he was a little disappointed.
This was because he didn't want to catch that Yellow Fairy.
Moreover, although this thing was also extremely strange, its temperament was far different from that of Yellow Fairy. It was as if they were two different species.
Perhaps the answer to the strange matter of the yellow weasel tomb could be obtained from the Yellow Fairy who dared to go down the mountain to ask for a title.
Shaking his head, Qin Chuan sheathed his saber and turned to leave the room.
The Huang Family's backyard was no longer as luxurious and exquisite as before. Broken rocks and walls were everywhere, and it looked extremely desolate.
Qin Chuan walked around the back of the house, paying attention to the big houses, but he couldn't find any traces of the other two Huang family elders, not even a little yellow weasel.
Thinking about it, after what happened just now, those two old yellow weasels were terrified and disappeared without a trace.
They returned all the way to the central hall.
The opera accent on the stage was still strange. The actors and actresses were babbling, and the heads that had been chopped off had already piled up into a small hill.
The crowd below the stage was still cheering enthusiastically, their bodies already drenched in blood.
"Looks like this thing won't stop until we kill the remaining two Huang family elders.”
Qin Chuan didn't stop. He casually stretched his hand to the side and twisted off the head of an audience member.
After the head was separated, the smile on his face was still as passionate as fire, and he was cheering for the opera on stage.
"Alright-"
"You deserve a reward!"
Qin Chuan sized it up and casually threw it onto the ground. He then said indifferently,"It's a small trick that can't be put on the table.”
The Mountain Viewing Taibao was not only good at stealing bones, but also strange and magical.
Evil magic bewitches people's souls, paper magic eats human bones, looks at mountains and Taibao, devours souls and knocks bones, refines impermanence, controls impermanence, also known as impermanence ghost envoy.
From the moment he entered the Huang Family's courtyard, he could tell that other than a few yellow weasels, everyone else here was made of paper using witchcraft.
This kind of thing could only be used to confuse and intimidate ordinary people. To the Mountain Guardian, it was completely showing off in front of an expert.
Very quickly, Qin Chuan arrived at the front hall. When he saw the appearance of Hu Ba and the other two, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
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