Chapter 91: The Feng Shui Master
Bai Hongtu paused for a moment, thinking that it made sense. Earlier, they had only made a move at Lady Zhou’s house, and it had immediately drawn the attention of the entire village. But when they acted in the ancestral hall, there had been no reaction at all.
“You’re quite observant,” Bai Hongtu remarked.
The two of them stepped into the ancestral hall, where densely packed spirit tablets of the Lin family ancestors were enshrined.
As they searched the hall for anything out of the ordinary, an elderly man with snow-white hair appeared, leaning on a cane.
“Are you two outsiders? The Lin family ancestral hall is not open to strangers.”
The old man held up an oil lamp, its dim yellow glow casting shifting shadows across his face, making his expression hard to read as it flickered between light and darkness. The front gate’s already been smashed to pieces, and he’s still repeating the exact same words.
Li Yanchu smiled. “Old Sir, we’ll be leaving right away. But before we go, I have one question.”
The old man rasped, “What question?”
“Are you truly a family elder of the Lin family, or are you the feng shui master who arrived in Longmen Village a year ago?” Li Yanchu’s gaze was sharp as a saber, locked onto the old man’s face.
Hearing this, Bai Hongtu gave Li Yanchu a surprised look.
At first, the old man’s face showed confusion, but then it twisted into immense pain. Though Li Yanchu’s words didn’t carry the power of Daoist incantations or spells, to this man, they struck like a thunderclap to the head.
“Who am I... Who am I...?”