After the rebirth of the master's wife who was hated by everyone, all of them were burned to de

Zhou Jingyue quickly ran up the stairs, holding up his clothes. He was so happy that he didn't notice the gloomy faces of the crowd.

"Where's Master's Wife?" Zhou Jingyue tiptoed to look inside, then pulled Senior Brother Yan aside and asked, "Has Master's Wife been detained by the Sect Master? When will she come out?"

Yan Chuhua looked at his junior brother and opened his mouth. Just wanting to tell him the news was like a knife cutting through his throat, causing him to choke on the pain.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? Where's Master's Wife?"

Not only Senior Brother Yan, but everyone else had gloomy and sad expressions.

"Brother Yan, don't scare me."

Yan Chuhua: "Master's wife, she has fallen."

After hearing this, Yin Li, who had been silent, suddenly ran down the stairs quickly.

The disciples of Yaoshan also hurriedly followed him down.

"Brother Yan, what are you talking about? Master's Wife, how could Master's Wife die? Don't talk nonsense!" Zhou Jingyue thought that Brother Yan was just making up stories because he was angry with Master's Wife, and said angrily, "If you curse Master's Wife like this, I will be very unhappy."

"The secret realm collapsed, and Master's wife was unable to escape in order to save me. I asked the Sect Master, and he said that no one had ever jumped out of a collapsed secret realm."

Yan Chuhua wished he was just making it up, wished all this was fake.

"No, that's impossible!" Zhou Jingyue waved his hand, pointed at Senior Brother Yan and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Yan, you're not acting like that at all. Master's Wife must be talking to the Sect Master in there, right? I'll wait, waiting for Master's Wife to come out."

But as he laughed, he couldn't control his tears.

"Master's wife has fallen, and it's all my fault."

Yan Chuhua suddenly collapsed to the ground, covering his face and crying bitterly, "It's all my fault, it's my fault, I was wrong. Master's wife, Master's wife."

No one responded to him anymore, and no one would treat him as a child anymore.

Master's wife, what should I do?

"Yan Chuhua, give my master's wife back to me, give my master's wife back to me!" Zhou Jingyue punched and kicked Senior Brother Yan like crazy, almost kicking him down the stairs.

Yan Chuhua returned to Lingfu Hall in a daze, his clothes in tatters and his face bruised and swollen.

"What's wrong?" Wei Yujun was a little displeased to see his two junior brothers in such a mess. He said in a deep voice, "How can you be so disheveled? Go back and wash up and change clothes."

"Yun'er, don't talk about them like that. After all, they are young." Rong Xin always plays the role of a good person when others are harsh on her.

Yan Yao interrupted and said, "Aunt Xin, don't always spoil them."

Hearing this, Rong Xin smiled innocently and said, "They are all children, how can I not spoil them?"

"Master's wife has fallen."

Yan Chuhua's voice was hoarse and not loud.

The disciples seemed not to hear anything and continued to chat, laugh and play with Aunt Xin.

They had heard it but didn't seem to care. Yan Chuhua glanced at everyone and shouted, "Master's Wife is dead!"

Wei Yuyun pursed his lips slightly, his heart suddenly stabbed, but it only lasted for a moment, and then he said coldly: "I know."

"That's good. I don't have to see that unlucky thing." Yan Yao was still smiling.

"Really?" It was the first time that Jianhui heard someone die without crying. His eyes were full of expectation, as if he wanted to confirm it again.

"Yes, Master's wife has passed away."

For the first time, Yan Chuhua realized that these people were really heartless. When someone they had loved for many years died, they were actually smiling and happy.

"Are you crazy? I said Master's Wife has fallen!"

"I see." Wei Yuyun remained calm, even calmer than hearing that a stranger had died.

"Big Brother, you!" Yan Chuhua looked at his senior brother, confirmed again, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you know that Master's Wife has passed away?"

"understood."

Yan Yao interrupted Yan Chuhua and said impatiently, "What are you talking about? If you're dead, then you're dead."

Yan Chuhua glanced at everyone present. He wanted to confirm whether the people in front of him were really his fellow apprentices. Why could they be so cold-blooded and indifferent to the death of his master's wife?

He was even feeling fortunate that his master's wife had passed away.

"Go back and dress properly before coming back." After giving these instructions, Wei Yuyun sat back in his chair and continued reading.

Yan Chuhua suddenly swept away the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk beside him, and the cinnabar talisman paper scattered all over the floor. He smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes and pointed at these people.

After walking around and finally pointing his index finger at himself, Yan Chuhua cursed with a smile: "Scum!" They are all scum.

After scolding him, he turned and ran out of the Lingfu Hall. These people didn't care about him, so he went to ask the master for help. The master would definitely care and would definitely find a way to save the master's wife.

"I'll go tell Brother Han about this."

Rong Xin suppressed the joy that surged in her heart and ran out of the Spirit Talisman Hall behind Yan Chuhua. She was really afraid that if she ran a little late, the disciples would hear her laughter.

"Hahaha, Lin Xuxi is dead!" Rong Xin laughed as he ran.

Today was truly the happiest day for her in all these years. Lin Xuxi actually died. Perhaps it could be said that she finally died.

"not dead."

Rong Xin's happiness didn't last long before she was interrupted by the voice in her consciousness.

"not dead?"

Although he didn't want to believe that Lin Xuxi was still alive, Pseudo Tiandao's words were definitely more reliable than Yan Chuhua's. Moreover, Lin Xuxi's life wouldn't be lost so easily.

"However, now everyone thinks Lin Xuxi is dead, so I have a chance to replace her."

Rong Xin thought about it and quickened her pace towards Brother Han's courtyard.

Yan Chuhua arrived first and rushed in without even knocking on the door.

"Be bold!"

Jiang Sihan, who was suddenly startled, did not see clearly who was in front of him, and raised his hand to slap him.

Yan Chuhua, who had just entered the door, was knocked out of the door by a palm and flew far away.

“How dare you!” Jiang Sihan chased after him and was about to raise his hand to teach him a lesson when he heard the other party calling him Master.

Master?

Which disciple is this?

"Master." Yan Chuhua covered his heart and kept hiding behind him in fear as he looked at his master who was about to raise his hand to hit him.

Jiang Sihan put his hands behind his back and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"Master's wife has fallen."

Perhaps it was the sight of his elders that caused Yan Chuhua, exhausted and utterly exhausted, to burst into tears. His words were incoherent, and he stammered, "My master's wife died trying to save me."

"Yeah." Jiang Sihan nodded calmly.

Sad? No, he was just a little annoyed.

Why didn't Lin Xuxi choose a good time to die? If he died now, who would he kill to prove his truth?

"Master, is it gone?"

This cold attitude made Yan Chuhua think he had seen it wrong, that the person in front of him was not his master. Why did his master become so indifferent after learning that his master's wife had passed away?

"What else can I say?"

Jiang Sihan, feeling irritated, waved his sleeves to drive the person away and said in a deep voice, "Go back."

Watching the door close, Yan Chuhua felt a pang of pain in his heart. Why were these people so indifferent? No, they weren't indifferent, they were happy.

They were happy that their master's wife died.

Why is this so?

Yan Chuhua was in a state of despair, wandering aimlessly like a ghost. He was filled with grief, and after being struck by his master's palm, he lost track of where he was going. His vision went dark, and he collapsed to the ground.

A passerby saw it and helped the man back.

"Senior Brother Yan." Zhou Jingyue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Senior Brother Yan, who had an empty look in his eyes and said nothing, but tears kept flowing down his eyes, and sighed to himself.

Yan Chuhua stammered, "The one who deserves death is the one who betrayed my sincerity, not my master's wife."