Master Tang went out to find a hammer. He wanted to smash this thing into pieces.
Tang Huaijin and Tang Huaiyu also came forward together.
The ancestors of the Tang family joined in to vent their anger. They no longer had a body and could not even touch objects. However, if they joined in and trampled on the statue, they would feel better.
They began to gradually dissipate.
"Muxun, no matter if the Tang family is still around in the future, I won't blame you. It's been hard on you these years."
One by one, the souls gradually dissipated.
All of them seemed to have something to say, but in the end, they did not say it.
Liu Sanniang chanted the scriptures softly, and wisps of black aura condensed into a bead.
She held it gently in her palm.
Tang Huaixiao, Tang Huaijin, and the others were all in distress.
