A feast of corpses?
Most of the people present didn't know what Huang Xiaolong was talking about and assumed he was deliberately provoking the Chu family.
Those who had a grudge against Huang Xiaolong, like Chu Hao, all shared the same thought - 'God, he's really a tough customer to please!'
Those ghosts stared at Huang Xiaolong, their eyes filled with disgust.
Old Master Chu's face was embarrassingly uncomfortable.
"You seriously take good intentions for that of a donkey's liver and lungs." Ma Chuxia slightly shook her head, took out a revealing talisman, tossed it into the air to set it aflame, and a golden light directly shone on one of the Eight Immortals table.
Boom!!!!!!
The illusion was broken.
Everyone could see clearly.
The originally bright and clean Eight Immortals table, was now covered in dust with chunks of dirt on it. The table was also filled with patterns.
The older generation recognized these patterns as those engraved on coffin lids.
