Chapter 139: The Demon Corpse Tailor

Lin Yu turned his head awkwardly, pretending not to have heard this, and prepared to go back to change his clothes.

Just then, a hurried knocking came from outside, accompanied by Huang Qingyu's anxious voice: "Master Lin, help! Master Lin..."

After quickly getting dressed, Lin Yu came to the front of Zhongcaotang to open the door.

As soon as it opened, Huang Qingyu lunged in, kneeling before him with a panicked face, "Master Lin, I beg you to save my son."

Lin Yu looked out the door, but besides a parked sports car, he saw no one else. "Where is your son?"

"He is at my villa in Binhaiyuan; please, you must come and take a look," Huang Qingyu said anxiously.

Lin Yu noticed the other man's tension and asked, "Then why didn't you just bring him here?"

Huang Qingyu hesitated, "I... I cannot bring him here. Master Lin, I implore you to come with me."

A plan formed in Lin Yu's mind, and he activated his Heavenly Eye to observe Huang Qingyu. He saw a purple-gold radiance surrounding his body, but a strange, pitch-black stain was eroding that brilliance at his right shoulder. After brushing away this darkness, Lin Yu reassured him: "Don't worry, take me to see him."

After getting into the car, it sped toward the destination like an arrow. Binhaiyuan was located by the Qingjiang River, adjacent to the Long Family Manor.

Those who lived here were not the legitimate wives of wealthy scions, but their mistresses.

Walking into the villa, Lin Yu first saw a nanny in her fifties, Duan Ayi, holding a child of about five years old.

Through his Heavenly Eye, Lin Yu discovered that the child was shrouded in darkness, devoid of any vitality.

By this time, Huang Qingyu had also arrived and introduced: "This is the family nanny, Duan Ayi."

Huang Qingyu signaled for Duan Ayi to gently place the child on the sofa, then looked at Lin Yu with great anticipation.

"Master Lin, please help me see what exactly is wrong with my son."

Lin Yu did not focus on the child immediately, but instead cast his gaze toward Duan Ayi, a thin nanny in her fifties. He noticed that her aura appeared an abnormal blue-gray.

"Where is the child's mother?" Lin Yu asked.

Hearing this question, Huang Qingyu felt a bit embarrassed, but answered sincerely: "I hope Master Lin won't laugh, but the child's mother is my girlfriend; due to family reasons, she cannot officially become a member of our family.

Therefore, I bought her a villa in Huacheng, and not long after, we had this child. Although my family has introduced me to many young ladies from prestigious families, I have always remained loyal to her.

However, our arguments became more frequent, until two months ago when she suddenly left without even saying goodbye. Since then, the child has started falling ill, his condition worsening day by day, and seeing many doctors has had no effect."

Just as Huang Qingyu was recounting this, the child, who had been lying quietly on the sofa, suddenly let out a roar like a wild beast, then crawled on the sofa using his hands and feet, his fingers and toes gripping the sofa tightly, his eyes staring viciously at Lin Yu and Huang Qingyu.

Despite this, Lin Yu's gaze remained on Duan Ayi, and he pressed on: "Have you tried contacting the child's mother? Or did she refuse to answer your calls?"

Huang Qingyu said dejectedly: "I think I may have disappointed her completely, so she must have changed her phone number."

Lin Yu raised his hand to interrupt him; ever since arriving, his attention had been focused on Duan Ayi, and he suddenly asked: "Are you sure this is your biological son?"

Huang Qingyu looked at the child, who was baring his fangs at him, with a face full of confusion, "Master Lin, what does that mean? This is my son, Huang Duoduo."

"Really?" Lin Yu sneered, and with a flick of his finger, a Silver Needle shot toward the center of the child's brow.

After being struck by the Silver Needle, the child let out a miserable cry, but the sound was more like the roar of a beast.

Duan Ayi cried out in distress: "How can you treat a child like this? Duoduo must be in so much pain." As she spoke, she tried to step forward to comfort the child.

However, Lin Yu stopped her and said sternly: "Stop the pretense; this is not Young Master Huang's son at all."

Faced with the sudden accusation, Huang Qingyu felt a chill, while Duan Ayi argued: "He is Young Master Duoduo; the mistress only left because she was angry."

Lin Yu sneered again and struck quickly; over a dozen Silver Needles flew out, hitting the nanny and the child respectively.

As the Silver Needles landed, both were unable to move.

Duan Ayi looked at Lin Yu in terror, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

After Lin Yu had completely brought the situation under control, he turned his gaze toward Huang Qingyu and said:

"Half a year ago, your family used its influence to prevent an enterprise from the Neon Country from establishing itself in Qingzhou. Later, it was only after the Governor intervened that you reluctantly agreed to make concessions, is that right?"

Huang Qingyu said: "Master Lin, treating the illness is what matters; why bring up other things?"

Lin Yu looked at him with sympathy: "Have you never suspected that this so-called 'son' is not your own flesh and blood?"

This remark infuriated Huang Qingyu, and he shouted: "Master Lin, please do not insult my son; he is merely suffering from a rare illness."

"Sigh," Lin Yu sighed. His gaze swept across the interior of the villa and finally locked onto one direction. He saw a thick black light slowly surging up from the ground in that direction.

The next moment, dozens of Silver Needles shot from Lin Yu's hand, precisely piercing the child's body.

Just then, Duan Ayi suddenly screamed in terror: "No..."

But Lin Yu's movements were too fast; the child's entire body was covered in Silver Needles, and his skin split open, revealing an extraordinary appearance underneath.

This scene made Huang Qingyu retreat repeatedly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Subsequently, Lin Yu looked coldly at the nanny, Duan Ayi, and questioned: "You are the Demon Corpse Tailor from Nihon, aren't you? Have Young Master Huang's lover and child already been murdered by you?"

Immediately following this, a strange laugh like the croaking of a toad erupted from Duan Ayi's mouth, and her skin peeled off in chunks like orange peel, revealing an old and ugly face beneath: "I didn't expect you to recognize me; it seems you are no ordinary person."

Facing the "monster" before him, Huang Qingyu let out a scream of fear: "Who exactly are you? Where are Xiao Ruo and Duoduo now?"

Lin Yu replied coldly: "Can't you tell? This is the Nihon people's revenge on your family; your wife and child were murdered long ago."

Hearing this, Huang Qingyu's mind went blank, "What?"

At this moment, he finally understood why Master Lin had mentioned the events of half a year ago, "But this is Huaxia, how could they dare?"

A near-collapsed Huang Qingyu wanted to rush toward the "monster" in front of him, but was held back firmly by Lin Yu.

"Gaga!" The monster laughed strangely and retreated a few steps, stopping exactly at the spot where Lin Yu had noticed the intense black light earlier. "Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Huapiao Chuyi, and I am a Demon Corpse Tailor."

Looking at Huapiao Chuyi after he had shed his human skin disguise, he was short, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a bald head and a large skull, wearing a lecherous smile on his face.