Soon, a few servants carried a person into the main hall on a stretcher.
It was a young noble, but he was afflicted with a strange illness, emaciated all over, his face had an unnatural oily sheen, long unconscious, and his breath reeked with a nauseating stench.
The old man said: "Chen Sanbang, is that zombie hard to deal with?"
Chen Sanbang sensed something wrong and did not answer directly, instead he said: "Tell me first, what exactly happened?"
"This matter is truly a grievance."
The old man sighed and said: "This unfilial son of mine, instead of studying well at the Academy, he has a penchant for those strange tales, and whenever he hears such things, he likes to go and join the excitement."
"That day, he came back home, saying he encountered a Fairy, seemingly enthralled, and even ordered tea and wine to be prepared, claiming he would visit again."
