Chapter 132

Subsequently, under Zhang Yuru's arrangement, the family took an ambulance and transferred to the Huacheng Municipal Hospital.

At the same time, in the Dongkang Private Hospital, Han Fa, who had just walked out of the operating room, suffered a brutal beating, and his face was completely ruined.

Feng Yuanyuan felt disgusted when she saw Han Fa like this, thinking that he was no longer worthy of her, the President of the Zhang Group and the newly promoted richest woman in Huacheng.

Consequently, she instructed Huo Yixin, "Cure him, and put the expenses on my account. When he is better, tell him not to look for me again."

Huo Yixin smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, General Manager Feng, I will handle it well."

Lin Yu returned to Zhongcaotang, and just as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard bursts of painful roars coming from the backyard.

He walked quickly to the back of the shop and saw those Rong Sect disciples who had been burned enduring intense pain; their bodies were recovering rapidly, and new skin was growing.

However, this process of rebirth was like being sliced by a thousand knives, making it unbearable.

Some wanted to end this torture by hitting their heads against the wall, but fortunately, they were stopped in time by Wu Shuping. She had been guarding this group of people, ensuring their safety.

"Hold on a little longer, at most four hours, at least two hours, and you will be reborn." She encouraged.

"Immortal Master, this is too painful, it's simply like being skinned alive, we really can't take it anymore." One disciple was in so much pain that he was almost losing his mind.

Lin Yu looked at them and discovered that new skin had begun to grow on the burn sites; although the process was painful, the effect was significant.

Although the Marrow Cleansing Pill could thoroughly cleanse the impurities in the body and make the body brand new, it also required the user to be awake to experience all of this, with no way to escape.

At this time, Lin Yu received a message from Zhang Yuru, learning that Zhang Bin had injured Han Fa due to mental instability, and that a mysterious person had controlled the situation with acupuncture; she attached a photo of him covered in silver needles.

Seeing the photo, Lin Yu was stunned; that was the Soul-Suppressing Thirteen Needles, an extremely rare and powerful acupuncture technique.

He realized that this might have been done by his friend Yan Feng.

After replying to the message, Lin Yu noticed those Rong Sect disciples; although they were still enduring intense pain, hopeful smiles appeared on their faces. He knew that as long as there was light in one's heart, any difficulty could be overcome.

At this time, Zhang Song walked in with a gloomy face.

Lin Yu asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Song pointed outside; the figures of people busy moving house on Miao Street came into view, and outside Zhongcaotang stood two middle-aged men with serious expressions; they seemed to have some unresolved issues with Zhang Song.

When the two saw Lin Yu, one of them immediately walked up with a full smile, grabbed his hand, and said excitedly: "You must be Lin Shu! I often hear Grandpa mention you."

Lin Yu was made somewhat awkward by this form of address; after all, this person's age was older than his own father's, yet he called him uncle. He quickly explained: "It's not very appropriate for you to call me that; it should be me calling you..."

However, Zhang Song interrupted them angrily, "He should call you uncle; you are my disciple, and they are of the grandson generation, so calling you that is a matter of course."

"Ah?" Lin Yu was speechless for a moment, not expecting these two to be Zhang Song's grandsons.

It turned out that Zhang Busi and Zhang Dongxi were the sons of Zhang Song's only son, meaning they were his biological grandsons.

And Lin Yu, as Zhang Song's disciple, was of the same generation as Zhang Song's son.

Because Zhang Song's only son had passed away early, he doted on these two grandsons, which led to them growing up in luxury; even now, at over fifty years old, they were still idle and relied on family wealth to get by.

Zhang Dongxi grabbed Lin Yu's hand and smiled obsequiously: "Just as Grandpa said, we should call you uncle. Please persuade Grandpa to agree to the demolition! The houses in Genyue Courtyard are already old and dilapidated, and could collapse at any time..."

With a slap, Zhang Song angrily patted the table, scaring Zhang Dongxi so much that he didn't dare to speak again.

Subsequently, Zhang Song said sternly: "Even after another two hundred years, the houses in Genyue Courtyard will not collapse. If they truly collapse, they can be rebuilt, but they must never be demolished."

Next, Zhang Busi tentatively suggested: "Then selling them is okay, right? Someone previously offered one hundred million to buy them."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Song threw the teacup in his hand at him and roared: "No! As long as the house is still under my name, the money from selling the house is also mine; you won't get a single cent."

The brothers exchanged a look and instantly changed their attitude.

Zhang Dongxi said with dissatisfaction: "Grandpa, what use is so much money to you? We have all started families and careers, and I have even become a grandfather myself. If the house is sold, it should be divided among us by tens of millions."

Zhang Busi threatened: "If you don't sell the house, when the day comes that you need someone to take care of you, let's see who will serve you."

Hearing this, Lin Yu couldn't help but frown, but Zhang Song was not angry. He looked at his two grandsons coldly and sighed:

"Sigh, it's not that I look down on you, but it is precisely because I indulged you too much in the past that you have become good for nothing.

Give you one hundred million, and within two months, you will be swindled out of every cent.

As for you wanting to take care of me, forget it; as long as I am still alive, I don't need anyone to take care of me."

Zhang Dongxi turned to Lin Yu again and pleaded: "Lin Shu, only you can persuade Grandpa; please help us persuade him! A place like Genyue Courtyard is already good enough for us; once this demolition opportunity is missed, it will never come again."

After Lin Yu understood the ins and outs of the matter, he let out a long sigh in his heart, shook his head helplessly, and remained silent. Zhang Busi was even more annoyed when he saw this and shouted: "You should also look at Grandpa Liu in Maiyi Lane; his children and grandchildren are all over the place, and they have already agreed to the demolition."

"You fart."

Zhang Song didn't wait for him to finish before scolding him angrily, believing that Liu Jinyong could never agree to the demolition.

"If he, Liu Jinyong, dares to agree to the demolition, you don't need to waste time here either; get out immediately."

However, a motorcade composed of luxury cars produced in the Neon Country suddenly appeared on Miao Street.

Stepping out of the cars were Tamamo Emi, Jiulangzi, Tanaka Yu, and Tianpei Bangyan.

Especially Lin Yu, whose expression changed drastically after seeing Tianpei Bangyan and Tanaka Yu.

When these two provoked him at Zhongcaotang last time, Tianpei Bangyan had his Shikigami destroyed by Lin Yu and suffered a mental breakdown, while Tanaka Yu was driven crazy by Third Aunt's underhanded tricks.

But now, Lin Yu discovered that Tianpei Bangyan seemed to have recovered, while Tanaka Yu appeared to have become his Shikigami.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Lin Yu exchanged a vigilant look with Zhang Song.

Immediately after, this group of people came to the last car; Tamamo Emi personally opened the car door, and an extraordinarily handsome man stepped out.

The degree of this person's handsomeness was indescribable; even women would feel inferior upon seeing him. Tamamo Emi and the others showed him great respect.

Just when Lin Yu was still guessing the identity of this man, Zhang Song shouted in surprise: "Gongsan Pingbalang, the first-generation president of the Chrysanthemum Society."

Hearing this, Zhang Song's expression became even more solemn; he stood up and walked to the shop entrance, staring fixedly at Gongsan Pingbalang.