86: The family head is "dead"

"Family Head, this injury of yours..."

Lin Jingyu deliberately exposed the hideous wound on Lin Lingshan's chest to the crowd.

The skin and flesh there were turned inside out, faintly revealing black Qi, and it was still slowly eroding the flesh, making anyone who saw it feel terrified.

Other places had signs of healing, but this spot remained exactly the same.

"My Foundation... is destroyed..." Lin Lingshan closed his eyes, his voice hoarse:

"...I was ambushed by that demonic brat again... cough cough... my Dantian... is cracked... my Meridians... are broken into pieces..."

With every sentence he spoke, a mouthful of bloody foam surged from the corners of his mouth.

Lin Jingyu couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

As expected, they were all thousand-year-old foxes; not a single one didn't know how to act.

Lin Lingshan even went as far as to aggravate his internal wounds to force out several mouthfuls of blood; he was truly ruthless.

It had the same effect as the Grand Elder feigning a "serious injury" yesterday.

It could be considered the wheel of fortune turning; one debt repaid with another.

Lin Lingshan seemed to use the very last ounce of his life's strength, suddenly raising his blood-stained hand and gripping Lin Jingyu's wrist tightly.

His fingernails almost embedded into his flesh, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying a shrillness and unwillingness like the final flash of life:

"The Lin family... the Lin family... must be... handed over... to the Grand Elder... I... I can't go on... I can't hold on..."

Before he finished speaking, his head suddenly tilted, his eyes closed, all his strength was instantly "drained," his breath "severed," and his whole body, like a puppet with cut strings, went completely "limp" in Lin Jingyu's arms.

"Family Head! Family Head—!" Lin Jingyu let out a heart-wrenching, glass-shattering wail! The despair and pain in that voice were enough to make anyone who heard it feel sad and shed tears.

"Has the Family Head passed away?"

"Ah... my Family Head!"

"...Go quickly and notify the Elders... bury the Family Head in the ancestral hall..."

"The Family Head is gone, what should my Lin family do... sob sob sob..."

"It's fine, we still have the Grand Elder! Didn't the Family Head also..."

Lin Jingyu could clearly feel Lin Lingshan's body in his arms stiffen for a moment.

While still alive and well, being mourned and sent off—this feeling... it was probably worse than taking a palm strike from a demonic cultivator, right?

"What nonsense! Everyone shut up!"

Lin Jingyu roared with red eyes, putting on a fierce but weak front at the tribesmen who were crying the loudest and already starting to arrange the funeral, his voice hoarse from "grief."

"The Family Head is just... just exhausted and has fallen asleep! You crows' mouths, if you dare to curse the Family Head again, I will tear your mouths off! Get lost! Get away!"

This performance naturally fell meticulously into the eyes of some tribesmen who were "intentionally" observing from behind the crowd.

Just at this moment, a heavy and hurried sound of footsteps, like the beating of war drums, came from outside the courtyard!

"Family Head—"

A roar of extreme sorrow, as if carrying blood and tears, exploded like a thunderclap on flat ground! It made everyone's eardrums buzz!

Lin Lingkuang, like a crazed, red-eyed bull, pushed through the crowd and stumbled in!

He had clearly heard the rumors that the "Family Head is dead" and had rushed all the way here.

Seeing from afar Lin Lingshan in Lin Jingyu's arms, "without a breath" and covered in blood, and hearing the wailing filling the courtyard.

Lin Lingkuang's head went "buzz," as if struck hard by a ten-thousand-jin heavy hammer; his vision went black, and the world spun!

"Family Head—" came another heart-rending wail!

His burly body hit the ground with a "thud," and the sound of his knees hitting the ground was clearly audible.

Lin Jingyu was dumbstruck; the bluestone floor that had been painstakingly paved had been cracked by more than a dozen bricks in one go.

I'll have to make you fix it later.

In Lin Lingkuang's tiger-like eyes, hot tears rolled down like a bursting flood.

His clenched fists, filled with boundless grief and hatred, slammed hard against the ground.

Lin Jingyu's eyelids twitched; another dozen or so bricks shattered.

"Why did you just leave like this! The Lin family cannot be without you! What are you going to do with this whole family of old and young! The Grand Elder and the others... they have wolfish ambitions and have never cared about us low-level cultivators! With you gone, the Lin family is finished! Family Head—"

The voice was filled with grief and indignation, hatred reaching the heavens, every word dripping with blood, causing many surrounding tribesmen to wipe away tears as well.

Lin Jingyu was speechless inside: Uncle Lingkuang, your timing for this entrance... it's truly exquisite!

You didn't come early or late, but just when the play reached its climax and needed a "low-key" ending, you come with this emotional outburst! Isn't this just causing trouble!

But it couldn't go on like this, otherwise, with the atmosphere built up to this level, he was really afraid that Lin Lingshan might actually "snap" and really die.

He hurriedly shouted, his voice carrying a deliberate hoarseness and urgency:

"Uncle Lingkuang! The Family Head is fine! The Family Head is fine!"

"He is just exhausted and has fallen asleep, get up quickly, stop howling! Go quickly, go find the Elders, and get the best Medicinal Pill for healing! Get Spirit Stones, the more the better! The Family Head needs spiritual power to heal! Hurry!"

Lin Lingkuang's earth-shaking wailing stopped abruptly.

He suddenly raised his head, his copper-bell-like eyes wide open, still filled with tears, written with disbelief:

"Fa... Family Head... is fine? Just... passed out?"

In an instant, the grief and despair on his face receded like a tide, replaced by a wild joy of surviving a disaster; the speed of his face-changing was comparable to flipping a book.

"That's great! That's great! Heaven has eyes! The Family Head is fine! I'm going now! I'm going now!"

He sprang up from the ground, his burly body incredibly agile at this moment, turning to rush out, while shouting:

"Medicinal Pill! Spirit Stone! The best ones! The Family Head needs them for healing; if the Elder dares not to give them, I'll curse him to death!"

That straightforward appearance, with his thoughts all written on his face, couldn't hide anything at all.

Lin Jingyu watched his hurried back as he rushed out, secretly wiped away cold sweat, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, it's a good thing Uncle Lingkuang wasn't present before, otherwise, with his personality of not being able to hide anything, this play would definitely have been ruined!

Then he said to the Lin family members surrounding him:

"I will take the Family Head into the room to rest and heal first. Everyone has also seen that the Family Head is injured, so those who have Spirit Stones, bring some Spirit Stones, and those who have Medicinal Pills, bring some Medicinal Pills. If that doesn't work, a few jin of Spirit Rice will also do..."

Upon hearing this, the people nearby immediately looked at each other.

It was obvious that the Family Head was not going to make it; the so-called "Family Head is sleeping" was such a clumsy excuse!

If they brought out Spirit Stones at this time, wouldn't they all just go into Lin Jingyu's pocket?

But no one wanted to be a sucker.

However, since the Family Head was here after all, it wouldn't be right not to bring something out.

You couldn't just say the Family Head wasn't going to survive, right?

For a moment, they all regretted coming over, so they decided to bring some Spirit Rice to shut Lin Jingyu's mouth.