Hearing that, I thought of the tragic state of my eldest martial brother after his death.
His skin had been stripped off, and he had been hung upside down from a tree...
When a person's skin was stripped after death, their ghost would become a skinless ghost.
Such ghosts could not endure vital energy or yin fire. It could be said that they suffered terribly.
I just didn't know whether my eldest martial brother's ghost still had skin or was in a skinless state.
I didn't ask Master. I was afraid it would make him sad.
Anyway, we had already arrived at Ying Mountain. We would be able to see eldest martial brother soon enough.
I nodded and said nothing further.
After driving ahead for half an hour, we saw a motorcycle heading back.
Zhang Yuchen had probably taken a motorcycle taxi here. On these old mountain roads, motorcycle taxis were the most convenient option.
After driving a little farther, we saw someone standing at the end of the road ahead.
It was Zhang Yuchen. He stood at the roadside and waved at us.
The moment the car stopped, Zhang Yuchen came up to greet us.
"Senior Song, Brother Jiang."
"Xiao Zhang, you're quite eager, huh?"
Master spoke.
Zhang Yuchen chuckled.
"I only got here a little while ago. Senior Song, have a cigarette!"
As he spoke, Zhang Yuchen held out a Zhonghua cigarette.
But Master directly shook his head.
"From now on, don't smoke carelessly or spit everywhere.
Those old beasts have noses sharp as hell.
When Daoist Qing Shan gets here, ask him for a Yang-Suppressing Talisman and put it on. Then we'll head up the mountain."
The older the ginger, the spicier it was. We were still a long way from Black Stone Mountain, yet Master had