My Demon Husband Is Chapter 673 The Girl from Red Gate

Chapter 673: Chapter 673 The Girl from Red Gate

"The breakfast thing is a trifle, I had soone prepare it a long ti ago," said the elder, tall and lean as he stood beside , like a towering pine reaching into the clouds, receiving the Yin Bell with a smile.

When he took the Yin Bell into his hands, his smile suddenly froze as if he rembered sothing.

"Roar~"

At the sa ti, the dispersed Walking Corpses guarding the surroundings suddenly went out of control and approached the elder with a hiss.

In the strong Corpse Qi, there was an aura of wild beastliness.

The elder was forced to step back twice and shook the "Yin Bell".

He discovered it was actually a Copper Block, incapable of ringing, and his lips twitched in an instant.

"Hey, you as the Stronghold Master really are a dud, can’t even command your own Walking Corpses," Zhang Zidao casually threw out a stack of yellow paper talismans, each seemingly in disarray but landing precisely on the foreheads of the Walking Corpses.

The elder said with a flushed face, "This isn’t a bell at all, and it doesn’t ring, how could the Walking Corpses possibly listen to ?"

"Then how co my disciple used it just fine? You’re clearly making excuses," Zhang Zidao picked his nose, flicked the booger away with his hand, exceptionally...

Unmindful of formalities.

After so thought, the elder handed the Yin Bell to , "Miss, could you please take care of this Yin Bell for now?"

"Take... it?" I held the chill-inducing Yin Bell in my hand again, "Do you want

to control the Walking Corpses temporarily?"

The elder nodded noncommittally, "If so many Walking Corpses lose control, it will bring quite a bit of trouble to the village."

At that mont, the Binding Curse made of yellow paper on the Walking Corpses’ heads beca ineffective.

As they fell from their foreheads, they combusted spontaneously mid-air, destroying themselves.

But the Walking Corpses didn’t beco restless; instead, they knelt down towards .

"You few, follow behind us, no causing trouble," I tried giving a command.

Through their masks, the Walking Corpses spoke in muffled tones, spouting a barrage of words I couldn’t understand at all.

Then they lined up in two neat rows.

Like a military parade...

Who could imagine they were Zombies?

The elder probably felt helpless because he couldn’t control the Walking Corpses, and an outsider like

had taken over the job, he couldn’t help but gave a wry smile, "These Walking Corpses are speaking Ancient Dian Language, it roughly ans, ’As you command, my lord’."

"Oh... so that’s what it ans, I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told ." Thoughts of Xiao Honghong feeling jealous, accusing

of flirting with Zombies flashed through my mind.

Could it be jealous that the Zombies are calling

master?

On the way to breakfast, I occasionally glanced at the white-haired elder who was the Stronghold Master.

His height and long legs made him appear like an imposing peak beside , a re four-foot-sothing dwarf.

Looking up, I could barely make out his face.

He is the Tianying Village Stronghold Master, also Yan Hua’s brother, my Maternal Granduncle by blood.

I guessed that I can control the Walking Corpses because I have so Yan family blood?

As for acknowledging my relation to the elder, I wasn’t too hung up on it in my heart.

My maternal grandmother favored sons over daughters and never cared much for ; her family might not look favorably upon

either.

Reaching the entrance of a courtyard, I instructed the Zombies to stay back so they wouldn’t affect anyone’s appetite, "You all guard outside this courtyard, behave yourselves."

"Wulu Wulu~" The Zombies obediently said in unison, proceeding to take up positions nearby.

The black-clothed, white-haired elder watched and sighed even more despondently.

The breakfast was prepared by several elder venerables.

They made fragrant glutinous rice, a plate of stir-fried mushrooms, sour soup fish, and stir-fried at slices.

The breakfast so rich it made one’s mouth water, but I was wary of hallucinations from eating mushrooms, so I resisted the urge and didn’t eat that plate of mushrooms.

Xiao Shenshen, wielding her chopsticks, seed to quite enjoy them.

"Eh? How did the girl from Red Gate co to our Tianying Village?" At that mont an octogenarian with a dragon-headed cane walked slowly into our breakfast courtyard.

My Maternal Granduncle, the Stronghold Master himself, got up to greet him, "Master Gu, what brings you here? Don’t tell

you’ve beco senile with age! This young lady, she’s Senior Zhang’s disciple."