"Auntie, how can you be so merciless? Is this how you speak to others, accusing someone of being possessed just like that? Are you sick? You seem more possessed than anyone," Xuexue glared at the woman, clearly annoyed.
"I clearly heard Big Bull say it just now."
The auntie knew her words were inappropriate, but what was said could not be unsaid, so she stubbornly persisted.
"What Big Bull mentioned about the two Old Master Mos, one is a corpse lying on the ground, the other a paper effigy," Xuexue pointed irritably at the entrance of the memorial hall where a paper-made figure resembling Old Money Mo stood. "Could you please figure things out before rambling nonsense?"
"Oh, is that all?"
"What else did you expect?" Xuexue retorted.
"I thought there was some big scandal!" The auntie scoffed, pinched her face in disdain, and waddled away with a sway of her hips.
"It's not, it's not...." Big Bull gazed at the auntie's retreating figure, still trying to explain something.
