"Roar!!! I will kill him! I want him dead! He dug up my ancestors' graves! Destroyed my Nine Yin Wealth Gathers! Attacked the eternal foundation of my Hu Family! I want to tear His tendons! Skin him alive! Eat his flesh! Drink his blood! Gnaw on his bones! Torture his soul!"
Hu Yiquan has completely lost his sanity! Gone mad!
No one understood better than him what it meant to have an ancestral grave dug up!
Simultaneously, his radiant face suddenly turned incredibly haggard, especially the area between his eyebrows. Incredibly, it turned pitch black, like ink!
Fortune!
From the moment his ancestral grave was dug up, the fortune of the Hu family has vanished like smoke in thin air!
"Die!!!", Hu Yiquan roared in resentment, striking down with his palm, shattering a jar placed next to him.
This jar had some talismans attached to it. It was indeed the same vase that the freak from Zhou's, Master Zhou, had used to rear a ghost from the Qing Dynasty.
