Chapter 83: Zhang Hai
“This sounds like possession, or evil qi invading the body,” Bai Hongtu murmured thoughtfully.
Li Yanchu frowned. “It doesn’t seem that simple. Let’s go take a look.”
Madam Zhang's face was filled with panic. All the fear and distress she had bottled up over the past few days seemed to erupt at this moment.
Li Yanchu gently reassured her, “Madam, don’t be afraid. Qingyun Temple specializes in subduing evil and capturing spirits. If your husband is indeed afflicted, I will do everything I can to drive it out.”
Hearing this, tears streaked Madam Zhang’s face. “Thank you, Daoist Master... My husband’s life is in your hands.”
The three of them quickly set off for the Zhang household. According to Madam Zhang, her husband, Zhang Hai, hadn’t been to their shop for several days. He’d locked himself inside the house and refused to come out.
The Zhang family wasn’t exactly wealthy, but they were reasonably well-off. Their home was neatly arranged, and a parasol tree stood in the middle of the courtyard.
But there was something ominous at the gate: a white lantern bearing the word Dian, which meant “in mourning”, hung there, and scattered funeral paper lay across the ground.
Inside the main hall stood a coffin. Judging by the layout, it was clearly a mourning hall.
Zhang Hai... is dead?
Madam Zhang’s expression changed drastically, and she was the first to rush inside. As soon as she entered, her face filled with shock and disbelief. She muttered, “Impossible... This can’t be...“
When Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu stepped inside, their eyes fell on the spirit tablet on the altar.