Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

Zhang Shenglin stayed on the rooftop until Madam Lin finished eating.

After Mrs. Lin finished eating, she quickly fell asleep amidst the mess on the floor.

Once the noise inside the room subsided, the experienced maids mustered their courage and entered the bedroom.

Upon seeing the lady lying on the ground in a pool of blood and mangled flesh, several maids reflexively gagged a few times. This was a scene that they found uncomfortable no matter how many times they had seen it.

She was such a beautiful and gentle lady, but at this moment she resembled a man-eating monster from a folk tale.

"Madam wouldn't really..."

A maid lowered her voice, glancing around to make sure no one could hear her, and spoke almost in a whisper, “The lady was clearly dead before, but now she’s alive. Could this lady be the legendary evil spirit that uses blood, flesh, and essence to maintain a normal appearance?”

"Don't talk nonsense!" a maid scolded her in a low voice. "The divine physician used medicine to keep the lady alive before she died. She was only on the verge of death. Later, the master found someone who obtained the legendary divine medicine, and the divine physician cured the lady."

"What evil spirits? That's utter nonsense!"

This maid seemed to have some status, as the other maids all lowered their heads and remained silent. However, the way they looked at the lady on the ground was filled with fear of an outsider.

The maids quickly cleaned the room, helped the lady up, and prepared to wash her soiled body.

Seeing this, Su Xingze waved his hand, severing the magical connection.

After confirming that the lady would not wake up anytime soon, Zhang Shenglin left.

Having been at the Lin residence for so many days, they had not yet seen the legendary old doctor. They had heard that the old doctor was getting old and was only passing through this small town on his way back to his hometown to retire.

He usually kept to himself and rarely went out. It seemed that apart from Master Lin and Steward Zhou, almost no one else had ever seen this old doctor.

Zhang Shenglin assessed the location and prepared to go see the old doctor.

The old doctor lived in a secluded and quiet place, but not overly cold or desolate; it was a suitable place for quiet recuperation.

When they arrived, they saw Master Lin coming out of the guest courtyard. Zhang Shenglin crouched down and saw that Master Lin looked dazed and even tripped on the bluestone ground.

Steadying himself, Mr. Lin still appeared unsettled, muttering to himself, "Impossible, no way, no way..."

His back, which had been straight, gradually bent under the whispers.

Zhang Shenglin watched him leave, unsure what he had learned from the old doctor that had caused him to become like this.

Zhang Shenglin withdrew his gaze, climbed over the wall, and entered the courtyard. The old doctor had not yet rested, and in the room lit by candlelight, he could vaguely see a hunched-over person.

"Cough cough!" Heavy and short coughs, like a broken bellows, each cough seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the lungs.

Su Xingze led the little Qilin through the wall, which resembled a phantom, with ripples spreading out like water as they passed through.

Under Su Xingze's illusion, the old doctor did not notice that there was an extra person and a fish in the room.

The old man sitting at the table reading had sunken eyes, cloudy eyeballs, loose skin, and a hunched back, which seemed to be bent into an exaggerated arc as if it could not bear the weight.

His hands, which held the book, were dry and covered with protruding blue veins and age spots. For a moment, Zhang Shenglin even thought that those age spots looked like livor mortis.

This was a very, very old man, so old that you felt he should be lying in a coffin.

[What a strong smell of death!] Su Xingze waved his hand in front of his nose. After entering the room, he was almost suffocated by the pungent smell of death.

[The stench of death emanating from her was even stronger than that from Madam Lin.]

Upon hearing the little mermaid's words, Zhang Shenglin's expression changed.

The last person the little mermaid said had a deathly smell was Madam Lin, who had come back from the dead. She was someone who had truly died once. Could the old doctor, who also had a deathly smell, be in the same situation as Madam Lin?

Su Xingze pinched his nose, seemingly unable to bear the overly pungent smell, and with a flick of his tail, he burrowed into Zhang Shenglin's clothes.

Cautiously revealing only his green eyes, he glanced at the old doctor before hesitantly saying:

He was a real living person, but the aura of death emanating from him overwhelmed his vitality, making him look like a living dead. Logically, he should have died long ago.

In short, the old doctor didn't seem like a normal person at all.

[Moreover, he possessed a familiar aura, an aura I had seen in other members of the Zhang family—a special kind of yin energy acquired through frequent contact with tombs.]

Combining the little mermaid's words with what Zhang Shenglin had seen and heard over the past few days, his brain quickly began to analyze.

Zhang Shenglin was now certain that it was no coincidence that the old doctor, whom everyone in the Lin family respected and was grateful to, had come to the Lin residence.

As Zhang Shenglin pondered, the old man sitting under the dim light wrinkled his orange-peel-like face and curled a chilling smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehehe! Too late, way too late!"

Hidden within his cloudy eyes was a kind of malicious excitement and anticipation.

No need to overthink it; this old doctor is clearly not a good person.

His actions in instructing Master Lin to find someone to enter the tower peak and locate the miraculous object capable of bringing the dead back to life must have concealed some ulterior motive.

Why bother guessing?

Su Xingze pouted.

[This old doctor is clearly no good person; he reeks of foul-smelling blood and has obviously harmed many people.]

My advice for dealing with this kind of person is to use mind control on them; they'll definitely be happy to tell us everything.

Anyway, the world's consciousness won't welcome such an outcast, so it doesn't matter if he goes a little too far.

Zhang Shenglin pondered Su Xingze's suggestion for a moment, concerned about whether using the ability would affect the little merman. After receiving the answer that it would not have any effect, he tacitly agreed to the little merman's suggestion.

Zhang Shenglin does indeed possess a unique kindness and soft heart, but he is not a saint and will not indiscriminately shower his pity on beings whose existence is unknown, whether human or ghost.

Su Xingze tentatively gave the old doctor a mental control, and then looked up slightly at the sky.

Very well, no thunder. He continued to increase the intensity of his control, and the old doctor, who had been grinning sinisterly, became dazed.

This malicious old man has now become his puppet, and there is no longer any secrecy between them.

Su Xingze first asked a question that he had been curious about for a long time.

"What is the white snake in the tower? Why is it in the tower? Is it the legendary white snake?"

The old doctor's cloudy eyes were vacant as he blankly replied, "He is the legendary white snake, but he is not."

Su Xingze: "?"

"What do you mean?"

"The White Snake is the White Snake, but the 'White Snake' who fell in love with a human is someone else entirely."

Su Xingze hated riddle-makers who spoke ambiguously. He never expected that this seemingly sinister old doctor would be under mind control and would even resort to riddle-makers' tricks.

So angry that Su Xingze didn't bother asking questions one by one, he just crammed all his doubts and questions into the old doctor's head, turning him into a fully automatic question-answering machine.

Perhaps in Su Xingze's eyes, this old doctor was also a fully automatic storytelling machine.

The origin of all this can be traced back several hundred years, when the country that ruled this land was called Song.

The protagonist of the story is a newborn girl who was abandoned in the deep mountains.