Master Lu, standing before Fu Hua, looked to be in his mid-thirties. After all, his son was reportedly eighteen and had been married for two years. His wife, however, had died not long after becoming pregnant. He really had terrible luck.
Master Lu seemed like a good man, too. He'd done plenty of good deeds.
But one thing caught Fu Hua's attention: the faint trace of blood-red qi above his forehead. It meant... one of his closest relatives had set their sights on him.
"I wonder what items you need to prepare, Daoist. I can get them ready for you."
When Fu Hua didn't respond, Master Lu thought for a moment, then asked her again.
"Don't worry about preparing anything yet. Take me to the place where it happened."
Fu Hua waved a hand. She didn't need any chicken blood or yellow paper.
"Well... all right! I'll take you there myself." Master Lu hesitated at her words, then took the lead and headed in a certain direction with Fu Hua.
Fu Hua followed behind Master Lu. They hadn't gone far when they passed a young woman dressed in white mourning clothes. She looked to be under seventeen, and she was very beautiful.
The white mourning clothes only added to her appeal, stirring a primal urge in anyone who saw her. As the saying went, "To look lovely, wear mourning white!"
A beautiful woman did look even more striking in white, which was why most modern wedding dresses were white. It wasn't that red dresses were bad; they were simply too vivid for most people to pull off.
Of course... Fu Hua felt no such urge toward the woman before her. She'd lost the parts needed for that a long time ago.
What caught Fu Hua's attention was that, like