He saw a few torches brought over on a bench in front of the thatched hut, and his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Immortal Master, it's too late, I'll light the torch first?"

"Ahem... let's light it up, they're coming soon."

A cough came from the room and soon returned to peace.

Just as Zuo Xiaohan fixed the two lit torches to the branch, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the house. A moment later, a painful and low-level summoning sound came from it, "Zuo Xiaohan, come in quickly..."

"The immortal master is calling me?"

“Come in quickly…”

Zuo Xiaohan didn't expect that just as he was about to fall asleep, someone brought the pillow.

He was confused at first, and waited in front of the thatched hut for a while until the urging sound came from inside again. Then he pretended to be in panic and pushed the door open and entered.

What happened in the house completely subverted his understanding.

The Taoist in black who was very capable in his heart was so weak that he fell on the ground in front of the table like a three-year-old child.

My face was covered with cold sweat, and my skin was even more gray.

"this……"

If you look at it from an ordinary person's perspective, you can infer that the current situation of Taoist in black is very bad.

"Immortal Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahem, help me up..."

Zuo Xiaohan helped the other party up diligently, and then his eyes fell on the table under the oil lamp.

It was originally just an ordinary wooden table, but now it was filled with all kinds of talismans, and one was just halfway through it.

There is a red pen next to it, and next to the red pen is a spread out book.

Zuo Xiaohan just glanced at it and felt a little shocked, because the cover of this book looked so similar to the book he had gotten in the morgue before.

If the open title page was not covered with symbols and patterns, and the handwriting was written in a brush, he even thought it was the same book.

"how so?"

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Xiaohan seemed to have a sense of being able to peel off the threads.

"Did the book I got in the morgue flow from here?"

He secretly suppressed the surprise in his heart, and while he was helping the Taoist in black to the bench, he accidentally touched the table.

Bumped the Taoist book to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'll pick it up now."

Zuo Xiaohan quickly apologized.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he raised his butt and bent his waist, holding the ancient book on the ground in his hand.

At the same time, he used his body to separate his body between books and Taoist people, blocking the other person's vision.

With this fleeting moment, he quickly flipped through the book, and finally his eyes fell on the cover of the "Maoshan Secret Technique", and his heart was already filled with huge winds like storm.

"This...is really the same book?"

The difference is that the book Zuo Xiaohan got in the original time and space is a simple version and a deleted version, while this Maoshan Secret Art is the master version, or the complete version.

Vaguely, Zuo Xiaohan seemed to have seen words such as "Borrowing a corpse to return to the soul, refining a corpse to return to the sun" from the gaps in the last few pages of the book.

"This Taoist in black has hidden illness. Is there any hidden secret to helping the head of the Zhou family to resurrect the only son?"

This thought flashed quickly in Zuo Xiaohan's heart, and was quickly suppressed by him.

"Immortal Master, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault for being thick and thick-legged and knocking over your stuff."

Zuo Xiaohan apologized again, pretending to be ignorant and put Maoshan's secret technique back on the wooden table.

When he raised his head, he found that the Taoist in black was staring at him with a vigilant look on his face, as if he was displeased, "Why are you so careless? Just wait aside. Forget it, you go out first, I can't send a message to you and don't let me come in."

The Taoist in black alertly held the Maoshan secret technique on the wooden table in his hand, waved to Zuo Xiaohan impatiently, and drove him out.

"Shh..."

Zuo Xiaohan retreated from the thatched hut with a complicated expression.

When there was no one around, I found that the big heart in my heart was still beating constantly.

"I was too risky just now. If it arouses the other party's vigilance, then..."

Zuo Xiaohan looked back and felt that his actions just now were extremely dangerous. If the Taoist in black had doubts about him, his fate would be very miserable.

Now he is still a white-fit rookie who has just left the novice village. Any wild monster or NPC can kill him.

The identity is too low and there is no way to save your life. The only thing you can rely on is the content in the comic strip.

This is used to infer the approximate direction of the event.

"It would be great if I could find someone to borrow the power."

Zuo Xiaohan pondered for a while.

Nowadays, except for the zombies that are about to be resurrected, there are only three people in the Zhou Mansion who can control the overall situation.

The first two are naturally Zhou Donglai and the butler of the Zhou Mansion, and the third person is this Taoist priest with extraordinary skills.

"No, there is one more person."

Zuo Xiaohan knocked on the head, and suddenly the image of a woman wearing white clothes and a miserable face appeared in front of her.

This person is the young grandmother of the Zhou family, an unlucky woman who lost her husband.

If you care, Zhou Donglai's loss of his son would have something to do with this unlucky woman.

According to Zuo Xiaohan's memory, this young grandmother was born in a big family in the county town and married into the Zhou Mansion for more than a year and had no children.

So Zhou Donglai had the idea of ​​taking a concubine for his son.

The couple had arguing many times in private about this matter.

The family was in conflict, which led to the only son of Zhou's family going to a brothel to drink and relieve his worries. After getting drunk, he fell from the building and died directly.

Because of this, Zhou Donglai had a very bad attitude towards this daughter-in-law.

Even the butler doesn't take it seriously.

This young grandma may be the only person he can borrow power at the moment.

Zuo Xiaohan thought about it for a while.

At this moment, the gate of the backyard opened and a messy footsteps came.

"Quick...quick, lift and put it gently in a while, don't fall to the master."

"And... that person, don't follow anyone who is unrelated. The Immortal Master has given instructions. The fewer people come here, the better. You guys should get out of here after you finish your work, so as not to get angry."

Zuo Xiaohan stood in front of the thatched hut and looked out, and found that there were a few torches outside the gate of the backyard. A group of people, led by the butler of the Zhou family, hurriedly rushed towards this side with a coffin.

Behind the few people, there was a woman in white, and the other person following the woman was her personal maid Xiaohong.

"Why are they here?"

Zuo Xiaohan muttered for a moment, and a hint of worry appeared faintly.

The black soil in front of this thatched hut was the burial place that the Taoist in black was looking for. It had a faint slight scent. Xiaohong had always treated him well in the Zhou Mansion and had a good relationship with him. Zuo Xiaohan naturally didn't want something to happen to her.

As for this young grandmother, she is beautiful and kind to others, and the second is that she has a rough life. Her current situation in the Zhou Mansion is very worrying.

Zuo Xiaohan also wanted to borrow power from her, and she didn't want something to happen to her.
Chapter completed!