古董下山 (ENGLISH: Old Fogey Goes Down The Mountain)

Chapter 8

The disciple got bullied, so as the shifu he naturally has to stick his head out and provide backup. And when WeiXi becomes angry, he gets even more ferocious, only pausing long enough to take another bite now and then.

Outside of the room, Lu WenQing finally arrived, and from a distance away he could already feel that something was wrong. The house ahead, even though the entrance was parked full of cars, felt dark and gloomy. He couldn't feel any breaths of life from there, like an icy mountain in the middle of summer, unfitting to the season and in a world of its own, and completely out of place with its surroundings.

The evening sun cast crimson rays of light upon the ground. In the small town, a fall breeze blew by, rustling the fallen leaves around them. Lu WenQing shivered and asked LiRui, who was standing by his side: "Bro, don'tchu feel like something doesn't feel quite right?"

LiRui's expression was very serious as he lifted his wrist up. On his wrist he wore a watch. While the style or brand of watch wasn't very eye-catching, but at this moment the short hand on the watch was spinning wildly while the longer hand was fixed on the direction in front.

LiRui said: "Shit."

It's not only probably not right, it's REALLY not right, right??

Lu WenQing saw his expression and called the Lu family line, got the automatic response that they're outside of cell service, and his knees immediately went weak (arms heavy, moms spaghetti oh no gina delete this lollllll) (G: LOLLLL I'm weak, I can't), thinking inside his heart 'dammit why am I so unlucky'. An insignificant 10-thousand dollar job and he can actually turn a 100% loss into 1000%!

The terrifying yin air blowing on their face had the strength of a strong gale, and even LiRui couldn't get a grasp of things. The two brothers momentarily didn't know what to do and sat in their car wasting time, then at the same time, turned their eyes to the person sitting in the back seat.

Mr. ShuoZong wasn't napping anymore, but he was still sitting calmly and unmoved with zero intention of assisting.

Lu WenQing remembered this person's three rules to lend a hand: Scourges, great disasters, and for the right price.

The situation before them didn't fulfill any of the three requirements. He clenched his teeth and had no choice but to force himself to leave the car.

He tried to boost his own courage: I'm not scared, not scared ah. Even if I can't beat it, who's to say I can't outrun it?

He sneaked another glance at Mr. ShuoZong's endlessly long legs propped up behind him. In front of this guy, even ghosts and goblins wouldn't dare be too rowdy, right?

Now that he was pumped full of courage, he felt out seven or eight talismans and stuck them on his own body. He lifted up his own tools and walked towards the tottering mansion. 　

He entered the main door and the surrounding yin energy became thicker and thicker. The moment he stepped inside the courtyard, the temperature dropped so dramatically he couldn't help but shudder.

Lu WenQing at this time detected faint cries of alarm from inside the house. He heard there were still people inside the room and he had no time to be afraid. He pulled out an exploding talisman and bombarded the stubbornly close door. From between the smoke and debris, he could clearly make out the group of people curled up together in the dark corner. When those people saw light coming from outside their room, they acted like refugees from a famine, screaming and rushing over each other towards the exit. Lu WenQing stopped the middle-aged woman dressed as a sorceress to ask what the situation is. The sorceress cried with snot dripping out of her nose: "Ghosts!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"