Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

But even though he thought so, the servant was also curious.

From the conversation between the two of them, it became clear that all the extraction of yang qi was for the sake of the young master.

What's the matter, young master?

Speaking of which, it seems that the young master has not heard from him since a few months ago.

A servant asked specifically before, but Zhang Yuanwai became furious and even drove the servant away, which confused everyone.

But he no longer dared to ask.

When he was about to leave, the servant suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks, turned his head and cupped his hands again and said, "By the way, master, there is one more thing."

"Oh?"

Zhang Yuanwai was taken aback: "Say it."

"A little Taoist priest came to the mansion just now. It is said that he just came down from the mountain gate. He came to the mansion for a light meal. The gatekeeper never refused. After all, everyone knows that you believe in Taoism, master."

"The little Taoist priest looks handsome and has an elegant temperament. He doesn't look like an ordinary person, and there is a long sword hanging from his waist."

To be honest, there is nothing unusual about long swords.

Walking in the rivers and lakes these days, who doesn't carry a sword for self-defense?

It was mainly because of Su Mo's distinctive temperament that the servant noticed him.

"Little Taoist priest?" Zhang Yuanwai frowned: "How old is this little Taoist priest, what's his name?"

"About sixteen or seventeen years old." Jia Ding recalled, "He said his name was Su Mo."

"Pfft-"

Zhang Yuanwai laughed: "What can a brat with a wet stomach have?"

"Don't worry too much, just treat him well, and give him some money before leaving."

"Yes." The servant nodded and walked out the door.

It's just that neither of them noticed that after hearing Su Mo's name, the expression of the man in Taoist robe suddenly changed.

The eyes opened, and there was a breathtaking cold light in the pupils, which also had a somewhat complicated meaning.

"I didn't expect you to come here so soon... It seems that I have to speed up!"

He couldn't help muttering these few words softly.

"Immortal Master?" Zhang Yuanwai looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing."

The man had already stood up, and walked outside with his hands behind his back: "Call me when the banquet is over."

"I'll go back and prepare some things now."

"Yes." Zhang Yuanwai quickly stood up and saw him off.

And in the front yard.

The banquet has come to an end.

The villagers all ate their mouths full of oil, and left satisfied, and at the same time did not forget to bless

The chefs of Zhang's family were about to stick out their tongues from exhaustion, and the sky was approaching dusk.

Not long after, the villagers had almost left in a hurry.

But Su Mo still sat on the table and never left.

"Master Su Xiao?" The servant who served Su Mo came over, and said with a polite smile, "Does the food still suit your taste?"

"Very good." Su Mo wiped the corners of his mouth, and his smile was a little green: "The food in the mountains is light, so if you try these meals today, you will inevitably lose your appetite. If you eat more, I hope you won't be offended."

"How can you be surprised, just eat more."

The servant laughed and said, "Your donkey has already been fed, and the master has also ordered that I will give you two taels of silver as expenses on the road."

"The little Daoist is really lucky. He met someone who believes in Daoism."

"There's no need to worry about it. I haven't thanked Yuanwai Zhang for his hospitality." Su Mo glanced in the direction of the back house, making up his mind.

He chuckled softly, "I have an unfeeling request."

"Prince Daoist, please tell me."

"Look, it's getting so late. I'm going out of the village alone. It's still too dangerous to walk at night."

Su Mo smiled and said, "I wonder if you can let me stay overnight in this mansion? Xiaodao is very grateful."

"This..." The servant was a little embarrassed.

This is not something he can decide.

"No problem." Just then, a voice suddenly came.

"Master." Several servants hurriedly bowed their waists to salute.

Su Mo turned around to look, only to find that an old man in his fifties was walking.

Wearing a brocade robe, with a look of wealth on his face, he must be the Zhang Yuanwai they are talking about.

It's just that after Su Mo looked at it with his spiritual eyes, his brows frowned slightly again.

I saw that Zhang Yuanwai's whole body was shrouded in a strong yin energy.

Moreover, the brows were blackened, and there was a faint flash of blood on the top of his head, which proved that he would have a bloody disaster in the near future, which would endanger his life.

There is still bad luck accumulated on the forehead, which proves that a close relative has recently passed away.

According to what Su Mo had chatted with those villagers before, Zhang Yuanwai had no relatives except his son.

He never took a concubine, and he never remarried after his first wife died.

The old mother also passed away more than ten years ago.

In that case... that Mr. Zhang is very likely to be dead?

But something doesn't make sense.

If Mr. Zhang died, why would Yuanwai Zhang hold a birthday party for his son today?

"Xiao Daoist." Zhang Yuanwai walked up to Su Mo and offered a salute.

"I met Zhang Yuanwai." Su Mo returned the gift.

Zhang Yuanwai looked at the young man in front of him.

He heard the report from the subordinates before, he just thought that it was a handsome little Taoist priest who came, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

But when he saw it with his own eyes, Zhang Yuanwai finally understood.

The little Taoist priest in front of him can no longer be described as handsome.

It's like a banished fairy.

Ordinary people would even feel a little self-ashamed when they stood beside him.

"The Taoist leader is extraordinary." Zhang Yuanwai praised him sincerely.

"It's absurdly praised by the staff." Su Mo smiled slightly and didn't say much.

"It's not a problem to live here. I'll ask my servant to arrange the guest room, and the Taoist priest can stay here with peace of mind."

Member Zhang said with a smile: "My surname is Zhang, and my name is Congshan."

"If the little Daoist is leaving, please tell me, and I will send you some money to express my heart."

"Thank you Zhang Yuanwai over there." Su Mo nodded and smiled.

"En." Zhang Yuanwai also nodded: "There is just one thing that needs to be paid attention to."

"In the past few days, there have been some incidents in the mansion, so the Taoist chief should avoid approaching the back house, and after dark, don't go out casually, just sleep peacefully."

Hearing this, Su Mo's eyes flickered.

It seems that this member Zhang knows the truth!

He nodded and said, "Naturally."

After looking at the little Taoist again, Zhang Yuanwai gave instructions to the servants, and went back to the back house again.

Su Mo, on the other hand, stared at Zhang Yuanwai's receding back, his eyes showing some thoughtfulness.

"Brother." In order to confirm, Su Mo said to the servant next to him, "I think the Zhang Mansion of Nuo Da seems a bit deserted?"

"Who said it wasn't."

The servant led Su Mo to the guest room, and said with emotion: "Mr. Zhang is a very good man. After his wife passed away, he did not remarry. Therefore, he and the eldest young master are the only two in the whole house."

Hearing what the servant said, Su Mo was almost sure.

It seems that Young Master Zhang is indeed dead! .

Chapter 861

After all, the Zhang Mansion is a rich family, even if it is just a guest room in the courtyard outside, there are all kinds of decorations.

For Su Mo, such an environment is already pretty good.

When he was in Zixia Sect, the room was not too big, and he slept on a jade bed. There were only a few stools and jade cups in the room.

Where did you get the quilts and bronze mirrors?

The servant sent Su Mo to the guest room, gave some instructions - then turned around and left.

And Su Mo observed the direction of the back house a little more, and after seeing that the Yin Qi over there hadn't changed much, he went back to the house with peace of mind.

Sitting cross-legged on the slum, he began to practice.

According to what Zhang Yuanwai said, the secrets in this mansion may only be revealed at night.

Although it is now dusk, there is still a long distance from night.

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In the direction of the back house, several confidantes also followed Zhang Congshan, discussing the little Taoist priest named Su Mo.

"Master." A servant hesitated a little, and said: "That little Taoist priest, I always feel that it is not simple."

"That temperament is not something that ordinary people can possess. If he is kept in the mansion, will it affect the immortal master's plan?"

Since that mysterious fairy teacher came to the Zhang family, he never left the back house, so the servants rarely saw him.

Only these confidant servants who often come and go in and out of the back house occasionally meet a few times.

So they knew that the fairy master and the master seemed to be planning something, but they didn't know very well, and no one dared to ask.

Zhang Congshan shook his head, and said softly: "I ran to take a look at him just now, just because I was worried that there might be something special about that little Taoist priest that would affect him."

"However, as I observed carefully just now, the little Taoist priest does not have the powerful aura of the immortal master at all. He looks like a spring breeze, and he has never shown the appearance of being able to spell."

"Besides, he eats food, walks at night to avoid danger, and rides an ordinary donkey. He is not a practitioner, he is probably an ordinary Taoist priest in a certain Taoist temple."

"It's just that he looks too handsome, so don't worry about him."

"I've been entertaining him with delicious food and drink for the past few days. After the matter is over, I'll just give him some food and send him on his way."

"Understood." Several servants beside him nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Yuanwai glanced at a courtyard in the distance, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

That's where the immortal master currently lives.

It's also where his son's body is!

That's right, Zhang Yuanwai's son didn't come back from playing in the county with his classmates and friends.

Instead, as Su Mo speculated, he was already dead!

It's just that this news has been blocked by Zhang Yuanwai, so the entire Zhang family, and even the entire village.

Apart from him and the immortal master, no one else knew about it.

"Have you prepared all the things you were asked to prepare?" Zhang Yuanwai glanced at the servants.