“This young lady is so pretty!”
Lu Sheng’s chin was lifted by his hand, his thumb lightly caressing her face. His handsome face was brimming with a frivolous smile.
She frowned slightly and slapped his hand away. She said expressionlessly, “Shameless.”
The Lord would not use such a frivolous tone to tease her. This person was so shameless. Who was he?
“Yan Han, if you dare to touch my disciple again, be careful of your hand.”
Chu Yun couldn’t hear what they were saying. She could only see their mouths opening and closing, and Lu Sheng’s expression looked very angry.
He helped Chu Sihan to sit by the side. He scratched his head in confusion.
“Oh?”
The man in red who was called Yan Han raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhou before looking at Lu Sheng. He chuckled softly and said, “So it’s Uncle-Master Lu’s disciple. Isn’t that my fiancée?”
As he spoke, he reached out to stroke Lu Sheng’s hair. Lu Sheng hurriedly took a few steps back, frowning slightly as she stared at him warily.
“Interesting!”
He chuckled again before standing up and walking towards Lu Zhou with the Red Spider Lily under his feet.
“Yan… Yan Han? The son of the King of Hades!”
When the man saw Yan Han, his body trembled and he subconsciously retreated backwards.
“I wonder. Why did Uncle-Master Lu summon me?”
Yan Han didn’t even look at the man. He crossed his arms and asked Lu Zhou lazily.
“It’s not a big deal.”
Lu Zhou pointed at the man and said, “Uncle-Master’s spirit energy has been hindered recently. Therefore, I would like you to come over and help me send this old hag to the Netherworld.”
“Right here?” Yan Han frowned.
Lu Zhou nodded. “Right here.”
Yan Han glanced at him and waved his hand.
A black and a white figure appeared behind him.
“Young Master, please give us your orders!”
The two of them stepped forward and bowed to Lu Zhou before bowing respectfully to Yan Han.
“Bring this old woman who has attached herself to others back to the Netherworld. If she dares to escape, throw her into the River of Forgetfulness.”
The River of Forgetfulness was the river of blood in the Netherworld. There were bronze snakes, iron dogs, poisonous insects, and ferocious beasts inside. If evil spirits were thrown inside, they would definitely not have a good ending.
Thus, when the man heard this, his eyes widened and his face was filled with fear.
Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the man’s body, wanting to escape.
The man fell heavily into the snow with a thud.
Yan Han’s eyes turned cold as he made a grabbing motion in the air. A shrill shriek rang out.
As soon as he let go, a figure fell from the sky and turned into a woman covered in dust.
“Take her away.”
“Yes!”
As Yan Han spoke, the Black and White Deities hurriedly picked up the woman and disappeared.
“Tsk tsk. So, it’s a corpse.”
Lu Zhou lit up a talisman and covered his nose as he squatted next to the man.
This corpse should have been dead for some time. Fortunately, it had been snowing heavily recently and the weather was cold. Coupled with the nourishment of the ghost aura, there was no strange smell.
Yan Han didn’t even bother to glance at the corpse. He turned his head and sized Lu Sheng up before his gaze landed on her wrist.
“Oh? It’s my mother’s jade bracelet.”
Lu Sheng held the jade bracelet and looked at him suspiciously.
Lu Zhou stood up and looked at him. “Now that you’re done, hurry back to your body.”
Yan Han ignored him and strode towards Lu Sheng. Lowering his eyes, he smiled and asked, “Your name is Lu Sheng?”
