My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 240: No time to mourn for Ye Wuyou, the next one to appear is

In a secret room in the Luo family where classics are stored.

Luo Yue's fingertips slid across the secret volumes, and she searched along the bookshelf for a long time. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stood on tiptoe and reached out to take the top book.

The sleeve fell slightly, revealing the arm that was already covered with corpse spots.

"The erosion is getting more serious..." Luo Yue frowned slightly.

[Binding Spirits and Summoning Generals] does not have such powerful, complex and unsolvable rules, it only has powerful combat power.

She once mobilized twenty-five fifth-level spiritual generals and six sixth-level spiritual generals at one time.

Compared to Ye Wuyou who spent half a year to reach the limit of [Ghost] erosion, Luo Yue only took one month to complete about half of Ye Wuyou's journey.

However, the strangeness of the Luo family is a special existence, which is tightly bound to the Luo family bloodline with magical powers.

Although it sounds a bit like a joke from hell, it is true - the Luo family is not afraid of people dying, they are just afraid that no one will die.

In addition, Luo Yue is now a "dead person". Even if the erosion reaches the limit, his body will only rot and decay, but he will still retain consciousness.

Just like the ancestor of the Luo family who once lay in the coffin, he was a real living dead.

However, no one knows how much of this consciousness can be retained, and whether people have found some ingenious method under the erosion of the weirdness, or whether the weirdness has completely occupied people's consciousness.

Luo Yue doesn't want this to happen.

No one wants their body to rot and decay, even if their current state is almost the same as a "corpse", but there is a difference between a well-preserved corpse and a decayed corpse.

So she keeps looking for ways.

"Shinto techniques can suppress erosion... Is it just suppression? I can go and see it when the seven families gather in two months."

"Can there be a turnaround in the seventh realm? But I'm not even in the fourth realm now..."

"The branches of the sacred tree... Lu family."

When seeing the last path, Luo Yue couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

What kind of sacred tree is this that can suppress weirdness?
Why didn’t the Luo family’s ancestor use it before?

With these questions in mind, after carefully reading the not-so-detailed records, Luo Yue's thoughts gradually became firmer.

She was going to the Lu family to ask for the branch of the sacred tree. If she could learn the magic in the future, she would...

"What is this?" Luo Yue suddenly saw the last line of words recorded.

That line of words was newly added by someone. The handwriting is quite new, so it probably hasn't been long since then, maybe a few years, or maybe ten years?

"Although the sacred tree is good, Qinghan doesn't like to fight for it, but it's not that it can't be grabbed."

"This is nothing but rotten wood."

A hint of doubt and surprise flashed across Luo Yue's eyes.

Is this handwriting from Luo Qinghan?
Yes, there is something weird about her, but why doesn’t she ask the Lu family for the sacred tree?

However, based on these superficial records alone, Luo Yue certainly could not understand the meaning.

She put down the record book and sat on the ground tiredly.

A dead, pale hand stroked the cheek, which was lifeless despite the heavy makeup. The other hand held a dim bronze mirror and stared into it.

She smiled, and the dead face showed a pale and stiff smile. She changed several postures and angles, but the face in the mirror was extremely stiff, and even looked a bit scary in the eyes of ordinary people.

The woman's smile gradually grew wider, and she laughed until tears came out for no apparent reason. Finally, she pointed at the bronze mirror and said something with a helpless smile.

"What an ugly woman."

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Linlang sky, Linlang palace.

At the moment when the old man of the Lu family was cut in half, Lu Chen, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly had a certain look in his eyes.

Two souls in one body, the present ancestor of the Lu family is no longer the ancestor of the past. Although the former ancestor was extremely old-fashioned, followed the rules and was stubborn, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was rigid and corrupt. In their eyes, many things the former ancestor did were very stupid and unreasonable.

Otherwise, why would they abruptly expel Lu Qingshan and Lu Caiwei, two people who are obviously extremely talented?

But maybe it's because he has lived for too long, plus there is something strange about him, so although he looks normal, his mind has been affected a little bit? Who knows?

But a family is a family after all. No matter how old-fashioned the Lu family's ancestors were, they still had some truth to them.

Although we always follow the rules, even if what we do sometimes seems wrong from today's perspective, it is not too outrageous.

But now this person has inherited everything from the ancestor and possesses his powerful fighting ability, but his mentality is undoubtedly that of a madman.

On the day when the ancestor was replaced, Lu Chen had already made up his mind to end it all.

Standing with him was Lu Wenjing, his younger brother.

Lu Chen, Lu Wenjing.

When he was a child, he grabbed the highest hanging sword during the "Zhuazhou" ceremony, while his younger brother took a Taoist book.

Although this is just an illusory expectation and should not be taken seriously.

But with one being a scholar and the other a warrior, the family is happy.

Their parents named them with the hope that their brother, who had taken the sword directly, would be more calm and not become a vulgar warrior who followed the crowd in the secular world. So they named him Lu Chen.

As for Lu Wenjing, she hoped that he would be as quiet and gentle as a scholar.

But as time passed, Lu Chen had become the patriarch of the Lu family. The household affairs and mundane matters he had dealt with over the years had already tempered his temperament into being calm. As his name suggests, the word "Chen" explains everything.

As for Lu Wenjing.

Lu Wenjing was indeed as quiet and gentle as a scholar in the past, but the passion in a scholar's heart is far from being quiet and gentle.

Faced with the strangeness of the Lu family's ancestor, Lu Chen, who was "holding the sword" at the time, thought that he could not fight against him. He could only rely on secret planning, look for opportunities, and finally put an end to it all.

But when Lu Wenjing saw this absurd scene at home, he could not swallow the anger in his heart. He was reading, but he resolutely took up his sword and left alone without saying a word to him.

The heroic hair points to the dangerous crown, and the fierce energy rushes to the long tassel.

The final outcome was just as Lu Chen had expected, and as expected, Lu Wenjing lost.

If he lost, he should have died.

But when Lu Chen arrived, he saw his younger brother Wen Jing, whose face was familiar but whose words and actions were extremely unfamiliar.

Lu Chen raised his head quietly and looked at everything in the field.

The thoughts and what happened on the field only took a moment.

Young people are full of ambition. Obviously, all those absurd things are really a great gift to Ye Wuyou.

But looking at Ye Wuyou's reckless sword drawing without any "reason" in Lu Chen's words, there was no such thing as so much reason at all.

Ultimately, truth exists only in people's hearts.

Will he win?
next moment.

The light in Lu Chen's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a calm silence.

"After all, I can only rely on myself..." He sighed in his heart.

In the center of the hall, bright red blood was flowing, staining the ground red.

The ancestor of the Lu family, who should have been beheaded, now looked a little pale, as if he had consumed a lot of energy.

But his body was intact.

And in contrast to that.

It was Ye Wuyou whose eyes trembled violently, but his body suddenly broke apart from the waist and split into two.

(End of this chapter)