Chapter 155 — The Rite of Remembrance
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 6 of 6
Xiao Wan was reassured and nodded. "Then thank you." Turning back to the tablet, she said, "Father, this is the Wild Dog Daoist. He is a good man, and he has helped Grandfather and me a great deal."
Zhou Yixuan snorted from the side. "A good man, is he? Hmph—ill intentions..."
The Wild Wolf Daoist's expression stiffened, but Xiao Wan had already shot Zhou Yixuan a glare. "Grandfather, what nonsense are you saying?"
Zhou Yixuan rolled his eyes and turned to look elsewhere. The Wild Wolf Daoist gave Xiao Wan a grateful look and was about to speak when his body suddenly went rigid. He whirled around, and Xiao Wan and Zhou Yixuan seemed to sense it too, all three looking almost at once toward the mortuary's entrance.
In that desolate, silent mortuary, there at the doorway a figure in black had suddenly appeared, face veiled in black gauze as well—indescribably eerie. The mortuary, which had gained a little warmth of life from the arrival of Zhou Yixuan and the other two, now, with this figure's appearance, sank all at once into a deeper, deathly stillness and desolation.
The Wild Wolf Daoist's face changed drastically. His lips moved several times before he managed, hoarse and halting, "Master Gui..."