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Today is the biggest happy day for the Wang family in recent years.

Because Marshal Zhang wanted to come in person to celebrate the birthday of the second son of the Wang family.

In the future, the Zhang and Wang families, one military and one financial, will be united, and their strength will double.

Everyone who realized this prepared birthday gifts on this day and went to the palace to congratulate him.

"This Chinese New Year is not as lively as today!"

The two housekeepers at the gate of the palace looked at the bright lights and crowds of people inside and couldn't help but marvel:

"I hope that in our next life we ​​will be reincarnated into such a good family and experience the feeling of being supported by others."

"Just feel the atmosphere, it's just nonsense."

Another housekeeper said, and then looked at the road at the door: "The second young master came back a little late today."

"It's still this hour, but it's getting colder and the sun has set earlier."

While the two housekeepers were chatting, another group of guests poured into the palace banquet.

Not long after, the palace steward walked to the gate and looked in the direction of the avenue from a distance:

"Why hasn't this young master come back yet? You go to Yizhuang and have a look."

A housekeeper was assigned to find Lin Wangchuan who returned home late.

At the palace banquet, Wang Yi personally greeted guests from all walks of life, while waiting for the upcoming Marshal Zhang.

"After tonight, our Wang family will just..."

Thinking of the benefits brought about by marrying Marshal Zhang, Wang Yi secretly rejoiced for a while. Thinking that the joy at this time could not be shared with old friends for many years, a burst of disappointment came into his heart. Wang Yi is a sensible person, although

He disagreed with Lin Zhengying accepting Lin Wangchuan as his disciple, but he knew that Lin Zhengying's kindness to Lin Wangchuan was like reincarnation.

"Let's do another apprenticeship ceremony later..."

Thinking of this, I was about to go to the gate to see if my son was back.

However, a strange bell sound came.

Everyone was quiet. They all clearly heard the sound of bells coming from far away, so clear and yet weird.

"What's this noise?"

When everyone was confused, Wang Yi smiled and said:

"It must be my future in-law, Dashuai Zhang, who is here. I have to go out to greet him."

After Wang Yi said this, he walked towards the gate. Everyone also stood up, not daring to disrespect Marshal Zhang who was about to enter.

But what greeted him was a strong smell of blood, and a human head covered in blood rolled into the door from outside.

Everyone was so frightened that they stood up from where they were and retreated back in panic. The brave ones glanced at the head at the door twice, but an icy chill instantly froze their spines.

Wang Yi was much more serious than ordinary people, but he was so shocked that he took two steps back. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the somewhat familiar head.

The housekeeper on the side was the first to notice: "Master, this is our nursing home."

It was the housekeeper who had just been arranged by the housekeeper to go out to find Lin Wangchuan.

How did he die?

And he died so miserably.

Countless bad thoughts flashed through Wang Yi's mind.

"Did something happen to Xian'er?"

Thinking of this, he was eager to protect his son and was about to go out to find Lin Wangchuan. But the strange bell sounded again.

"Ding dong, jingle dong, jingle dong."

A figure about 1.7 meters tall with a string of bells hanging around his waist slowly stepped into the gate of the palace.

Under the illumination of the lights, everyone could clearly see the face of the person coming.

He was a boy who looked to be in his teens.

He squinted his eyes and smiled:

"Whatever you want comes to you. When you are hungry, the food will be delivered to your door by itself. You will even jump into the bowl by yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the palace behind him closed instantly.

The palace was still brightly lit, but instead of joyous celebrations, what was heard again was cries, screams, and voices of despair rising up one after another like ocean waves.

That night.

Forty-seven people in the royal palace and a total of 237 people who came to congratulate him were all killed.

The broken limbs of men, women, old people, and children were piled up in the courtyard of the palace.

What is placed on top is the head of Wang Yi, the head of the Wang family.

He stared until he died.

Until his death, he did not understand why the Wang family suddenly suffered such a disaster.

Even before he died, he was still worried about what was happening to his son Lin Wangchuan, who returned home that night?

"Is he still alive?"

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This concludes today’s course, which is also the last day.

After Lin Wangchuan cleaned up the Yizhuang, he gently locked the door of the Yizhuang before leaving.

After leaving Yizhuang, when passing by the mass grave, he stopped and took out the incense candles he had prepared in advance.

Lin Zhengying taught Lin Wangchuan many times in the past six months:

"We Maoshan Taoist priests have the responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, but we should also respect ghosts and gods. Only by not disturbing others and not by ourselves can we live in harmony and live in harmony."

Lin Wangchuan lit three incense sticks on each grave.

Seeing that these younger generations have not come to pay homage in many years, during the holidays, he and Uncle Jiu would come to send some incense to the neighbors.

Lin Wangchuan said: "After tonight, I will go on a long trip. I don't know if I can come back alive. This may be the last time I say hello to you."

Lin Wangchuan placed the last incense candles in the center of the mass grave.

As he turned to leave, a cool breeze blew by his earlobes.

He suddenly recalled half a year ago, when he first came into contact with these lonely souls in the mass graves, they were still cold.

Now, I have to leave.

This coolness must be the tenderness with which they bid farewell to themselves.

Lin Wangchuan didn't look back and walked straight towards home.

He has decided that after tonight's birthday party, he will pack his luggage, run away from home, and head to Japan to find out the truth about himself and Muzan Kibutsuji.

If he is lucky enough to come back alive, he will repay the father-son relationship with Wang Yi over the past six months as the owner of this body.

This is also what Lin Zhengying mentioned before, the so-called "cause and effect".

The father and son in this life are the fate given by God. They cannot be rejected or escaped. They should comply with the principles of this world.

But the premise of all this is that the things that happened after Kibutsuji Muzan were successfully resolved.

However, all of this did not go as smoothly as Lin Wangchuan's wish.

In the past six months, besides Yizhuang, Lin Wangchuan was probably most familiar with the tall gate of the Wang family and the threshold higher than his knees.

He really couldn't understand how the ancients liked to describe their own strength by using a high threshold. Because every time he stepped through the door, he found it very strenuous. He even felt that sooner or later he would stumble over the threshold because he didn't pay attention.

This time, it was even more strenuous than before.

Especially when he saw the mountains of corpses piled up in the Wang family yard.

His legs instantly lost all feeling.

He stood motionless in front of the gate, looking at the dead head of Wang Yi on the top of the mountain of corpses.

He tried to get in, but he didn't have the strength to lift his legs.

As expected, he stumbled.
Chapter completed!