JI Xingzhi walked around the ancestral tomb of the Zuo family, concluding, "Hmm, nothing. Just as I suspected, the Zuo family is not the main plunderer of your luck."
He approached the tombstone of old Master Zuo and squatted down.
Si Fuqing turned her head, "What are you doing?"
"Are you kidding me? That vicious old man almost killed you again, Big Brother! He even didn't spare your corpse!" JI Xingzhi hummed, "I've even blown up the Fujisan family's ancestral hall; a small Zuo family is nothing. He deserves a lesson."
He bit his finger and quickly drew talismans on the ground, "Let him suffer in the realm of Yin and Yang. He thinks he can rest in peace after death?"
Si Fuqing pondered, "Oh, such a wicked deed is indeed something only you can do."
She didn't know how to draw such non-aggressive arrays.
JI Xingzhi choked, "Are you praising me or mocking me?"
