Chapter 2428: Extreme (Part 1) Chapter 2428: Extreme (Part 1) A sword Qi split the Yongqing River into two, revealing the deep River bed in the middle.

It was as if the heavens had bestowed upon them a gift. Not only did the turbulent river water not harm the boat, but the zombies and ghostly figures also worked together. The boat moved at a flying speed, and it did not take long for it to dock at Shen Manor.

After the ship arrived, The Fiend corpses silently sank into the water, and peace was restored.

The ghosts reluctantly let go of the old Daoist and looked at him with regret and sighs.

“Thank you, thank you.”

The second disciple, whose entire body was drenched, had tears streaming down his face. He desperately kowtowed in the direction where the fiendish corpses and ghosts had left silently and thanked them.

Even though he knew that these dark spirits did not come to thank him, he still obediently kowtowed a few times in all directions before carefully getting up.

It was strange.

When they were on the Yongqing River, Thunder roared and heavy rain poured down, almost blocking the entire River.

If not for the ghost leading the way, the master and disciple would have been lost long ago.

However, after they entered Shen villa, there was no rain except for the sound of thunder.

An unknown long cry came from the sky, making people tremble in fear.

The river water hit the boat, making a slight sound of water waves.

The small boat hit the shore, making a ‘clang’ sound.

“Master, master …”

The second disciple carefully held the old Daoist, who already had a very bad expression. His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and his breath was almost non-existent. His whole body was cold, and he felt like a dead body to the touch.

He suppressed the sadness in his heart and reached out to touch his neck.

‘Thump, thump-‘
His artery was beating weakly, and he was still breathing.

“Phew …” The old man’s tensed heart was greatly relieved, and he called out again, ”
“Master, we’ve arrived at Shen villa.”

It was unknown if the words ‘Shen Zhuang’ had awakened the old Daoist’s consciousness, causing him to miraculously wake up.

“Shen village, have we reached Shen village?”

He moved his lips and asked.

Even though the green-robed elder had put on a straw Cape and a bamboo hat for him before he set off, he was already drenched from the journey.

His disheveled white hair stuck to his face. He wanted to get up, but it felt like he was sealed by a straw raincoat that had been sucked full of water.

The rain in Shen villa had stopped, so the old man took off his straw raincoat and helped him up. He said respectfully, ”
“We’re here, master. I’ll carry you over.”

“No, no, no,” The old Daoist shook his head with all his might and said hurriedly, ”
“Qing Xiao RUO will be worried if she sees that I can’t walk properly and you have to carry me.”

After he finished, he asked, ”
“I don’t look too good, do I?”

At this moment, his soul was scattered and he was holding on by using spell techniques.

However, with the loss of blood from his heart, his face had turned a strange black.

His hair was already completely white and unkempt. After suffering from the corrosion of the devil Qi for a long time and lying in bed for a long time, his eyes did not look very lively.

The second disciple’s heart ached, but he forced a smile.

“No, you look very energetic. You look exactly the same as when you went down the mountain to Shen villa.”

After he said this, he added, ”
“If little junior sister sees you, I’m afraid she’ll think that you’ve just separated yesterday.”

The old Daoist was actually well aware of his own situation, but he could not bear to hurt his honest second disciple’s heart. When he heard this, he only chuckled and nodded, ”
“That’s good, that’s good.”

Perhaps it was because he had returned to his dream, the old Daoist’s previous dejection was swept away and he seemed to be particularly energetic.

As soon as he set foot on the land of Shen villa, the past emerged in his heart.

Back when song qingxiao first stepped into the red mist, he had tried his best to call for her. He was already mentally prepared to lose his disciple.

After entering Shen villa, he went to Auntie Wu’s old home and met the two cousins who were separated by life and death but had a deep affection for each other.

“It’s a child, Shen Jinfeng.” The old Daoist mumbled, saying whatever he thought of,
“Later on, I was the one who buried the body.”

The second disciple didn’t dare to interrupt him, but he became more and more mournful after hearing what he said. He was deeply afraid that his master was just having a dying breath, so he responded while secretly shedding tears.

Later on, he had obtained clues from the Shen family and was pursued by fiendish corpses and ghost Kings. Song qingxiao had displayed his might.

After that, he entered the city Lord’s mansion, found the secret collection Pavilion, and found out Meng fanglan’s background.

For many years, the old Daoist did not dare to recall what had happened after that.

The scene of that night was a nightmare that he did not dare to touch. He saw the grown-up Wu ni ‘er die to save her mother, and aunt Wu, who he had known for many years, was haunted by a ghost.