<h4>Chapter 178: It’s Here!</h4>


    She was about to open her mouth to ask, but Lu Zhou extended his hand before her, signaling her not to ask.


    “Whatever you want to know, you can askter. Master is tired now.”


    The little girl was not guarded against Chu Sihan at all. If she asked, Chu Sihan would be suspicious of his identity.


    In order to prevent such a situation from happening, he could only temporarily stop the little girl from asking.


    “Oh.”


    Lu Sheng, who was surrounded by doubts, saw that he had already closed his eyes to rest. As such, she reluctantly agreed.


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    Twilight enveloped Lin Jiang Mansion. The drifting snow also stopped.


    In the center of the magistrate court, a silver-haired man wearing a Daopao was standing in front of the offering table.


    It was Lu Zhou.


    In the crowd, there were Chu Sihan, Lu Sheng, and Chu Yun.


    The rest of the people hid nearby to watch.


    “Didn’t youe back to catch the murderer? Why did you invite a Taoist priest to perform the ritual?”


    “Could it be that the Lord also believed the rumors of ghosts killing people?”


    “Didn’t the Lord not believe in such things?”


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    The surrounding guards whispered to each other.


    Because thedies in the brothels said that they could not see the murderer’s face clearly and only had time to see a ck shadow sh past, the rumor from themon folk was that a ghost murderer was involved.


    Just as everyone was in doubt, lightning suddenly began to gather in the sky.


    Chu Sihan subconsciously stood in front of Lu Sheng and looked around warily.


    Lu Sheng looked at him suspiciously and quickly walked out from behind him to stand beside him.


    “It’s here!”


    Lu Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead with a sinister smile.


    As his voice fell, a storm broke out and the candle me was extinguished. The offerings on the table were blown away by the wind.


    Chu Sihan stood in the wind and shielded Lu Sheng behind him again.


    Lu Zhou stood in the wind. His yellow robe and silver hair danced wildly in the wind, but he did not move.


    Everyone used their sleeves to block the wind and looked ahead with narrowed eyes.


    In the dark, a tall figure slowly walked over.


    After Lu Sheng stabilized herself, she stuck her head out from behind Chu Sihan. When she saw the ck shadow, her eyes lit up with excitement.


    “Are you summoning me?”


    The shadow stopped two meters away from Lu Zhou and asked.


    “Yes.”


    Lu Zhou held the Peach Wood Sword in one hand and ced the other hand behind his back. He calmly took two steps forward.


    This person was a seven foot tall man, but his expression was gloomy and cold. It was also difficult to distinguish his voice.


    Upon closer inspection, it seemed like a couple was speaking at the same time.


    Lu Zhou sized him up for a moment and asked calmly, “From the looks of your cultivation years, it’s not less than a hundred years. Why did you suddenly kill people?”


    “Why?”


    The man sneered. “I killed people who deserved to die.”


    Lu Zhou smiled faintly. “It’s understandable that you killed the person who betrayed you, but do you think others would be grateful if you killed other people?”


    In this era where women had to follow the three principles and four virtues, no matter how much of a scum those men were, they were the pirs of the family.


    “Why wouldn’t they thank me?” The man red at Lu Zhou and said, “They clearly have a virtuous wife and obedient children. They knew that their families were waiting for them toe home, but they were out drinking and prostituting. When they returned, they shouted at their wives and children. Don’t they deserve to die?”


    “They deserve to die.” Lu Zhou nodded. “But have you thought about what their families will do after they die?


    “Let’s not talk about others. Let’s talk about Chen Tong, who died in Yu Chun Brothel. There are five members in his family. His mother is bedridden, and his wife has leg problems. His oldest child is only seven years old. The responsibility of this family was all on him. Now that he’s dead, who’s going to earn money for his mother’s and wife’s medical fees? Who’s going to support his three children who haven’t grown up yet?”