Lin Zhan looked at his wife's icy expression and immediately became well-behaved, squatting down with the onlookers, Kong Xiangming, and Hao Zhan.
"No, how could you do this, kid? Out of your Lin family's four generations, you're the only one who can't control your lower half."
Hao Zhan said to Lin Zhan, who had also squatted down, in a displeased tone.
Lin Zhan looked wronged and said,
"Zhen Nai Xue Nai and I are in a proper man-woman relationship. Besides, this idea was agreed upon by our ancestor Di Xin and my two grandfathers back then. Moreover, no one in our four generations has taken a concubine."
Kong Xiangming, standing beside them, flicked Lin Zhan on the head.
"Still t—"
Watching Kong Xiangming and Hao Zhan walk away without looking back, Lin Zhan pouted and said,
"This old fellow threatened me. You two quasi-kings who guard the clan are so easily hanged. I'll tie ropes at my door and see if you can hang yourselves to death in three to five days."
Zhang Lingxiu looked at Lin Zhan's cold smile and turned to a nearby maid, saying,
"Young master is not well right now, so don't let him move around. You all bring out the things prepared for the young master."
Then she said to Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran, "Old Ying, Old Zhang, looking at Lin Zhan, does he look like a patient? Help him with some makeup."
Zhang Haoran nodded and said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm familiar with this. I've done many funerals and helped people with makeup and purification."
So, the eldest young master Lin sat in a wheelchair and watched Zhang Haoran and Ying Xuan fussing over his face.
After a while, Zhang Haoran took out a talisman and spat on it before sticking it to Lin Zhan's forehead.
"This old Lin has too much resentment. If I don't stick a talisman, I'm really afraid he'll rise from the dead."
Zhang Haoran was very satisfied with his masterpiece and immediately turned to Zhang Lingxiu and said,
"Alright, sister-in-law, are you satisfied?"
Everyone looked at Lin Zhan. The eldest young master Lin was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in black. His face was painted deathly pale, with black eye shadow, and a yellow talisman was stuck to his forehead.
Zhang Haoqing, standing nearby, said,
"Senior disciple brother, are you crazy? Sister-in-law asked you to dress up the boss to look like a patient, not to make him disappear!"
"And you're sticking a corpse-suppressing talisman, what were you thinking? If Old Lin really rises from the dead, you'll be the first one he'll take care of, you idiot. Besides, the lowest-level corpse-suppressing talisman can't even suppress a platinum-level expert from rising from the dead."
Zhang Haoxuan and Zhang Haozhe also chimed in, "Exactly. It seems we can't go out with Senior disciple brother anymore, or we won't know how we died."
"Brothers, what are you all doing? So lively."
The young Taoist Zhang Haoming, along with He Dazhuang, brought in a young man carrying a medicine chest and two sabers.
"Holy crap, who is this guy? How did he die here?"
He then said to Wang Er Zhuang beside him, "What's up, Second Brother? Did you get a job again? Is the client capable this time?"
He Dazhuang looked at Lin Zhan, who was sitting in the wheelchair. Due to the talisman blocking his face, he didn't recognize who it was at first.
Wang Er Zhuang pouted and said,
"Where would I get a job? The last business with Old Lin lost money. I thought I could make up for it when the great divine stick Zhang was seriously injured last time, but I didn't expect that good people don't live long, and scoundrels last for a thousand years. Turns out this guy is alive again. So I prepared for nothing again."
"This is Old Lin."
When the young Taoist Zhang Haoming heard it was Lin Zhan, he immediately clung to Lin Zhan and wailed,
"Big Brother! How could you be gone just like that? How long have I been gone, and now we're separated by life and death? You can't leave! You haven't even married Ya'er to me yet."
Lin Zhan was initially happy to hear the young Taoist's heartfelt cries, but the more he listened, the more something felt wrong. This kid had really become a sycophant.
Lin Zhan, who was about to get angry, had to swallow his temper. He had no choice; after all, he was his sister's suitor. As an older brother, he had to tolerate it.
Lin Zhan removed the talisman from his forehead and stood up from the wheelchair, saying to a nearby maid, "Get me a mirror."
Lin Zhan looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in a black mourning gown, shook his head, pointed at Ying Xuan and Zhang Haoran, and said to the four little ones beside him,
"Take them out first and beat them for two hours, then give each of them a wooden stick and send them to the suicide squad. These two will be the captains of the suicide squad."
"Don't worry, boss, not a minute will be shortchanged." The four little ones instantly transformed into their armored true forms, with Xiao Bao and Xiao Hei carrying a beast each and walking out.
Listening to the screams from outside, Lin Zhan directly took off his black coat and said to Zhang Lingxiu, "I'll deal with you later tonight."
Then he looked at the young man brought back by the young Taoist and He Dazhuang and cupped his hands.
"You must be the Hua family brothers, right? Forgive me for the impolite invitation. I hope you can bear with me."
The young man quickly returned the bow and said, "Old Lin, you're too kind. My name is Hua Shijiu. You can call me Shijiu or Xiao Hua."
Lin Zhan carefully observed Hua Shijiu. Good heavens, he was already a Platinum-level expert, younger than me. This kid seems quite extraordinary.
"By the way, brother, why did you have a misunderstanding with my uncle's family and put several diamond-level experts in their home? You're really something else."