"Exorcising the Ancestor?" Chang Chuchu said in a panic, "Just with the few of us?"
"By yourselves, of course not, but you have this." Xiang Fengchen sneered coldly, taking out his own paper package from his bosom, emitting a scent of burning incense, "Use this. Once you detect something abnormal, sprinkle it. Whether you can find it or not is another issue; as long as you have this, the Feng Shui here will be disrupted temporarily. The Ancestor will follow his instincts and leave this place, seeking a better spot."
"Inside it is incense ash, then can't we prepare more and scatter it everywhere?" Lou Huixiang, seeming to have grasped a lifeline, became emotionally agitated. After all, he was the second in line tonight, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't scared.
After a previous conflict, Xiang Fengchen's observation of this person was extremely poor, and he reprimanded, "Open the paper package, and look with your dog eyes what exactly is inside?"
