Nangong Jing sighed, "When I met her, she was still little. Time flies, the little girl has grown up so much."

Nangong Wenli hadn't dared to say anything until now, but now she said with a cheeky face, "So little sister Wenxi is an old friend of uncle's. Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's just that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. Everything is fine now!"

"Who said it's okay?"

Nangong Jing said dissatisfiedly, "Besides, considering her generation, it's not too much for you to call her aunt. Do you think you can call her little sister?"

"Aunt?"

Nangong Wenli couldn't believe it. "Uncle Jing, she...she's younger than my son at this age. Calling her aunt? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

"Huh, what do you know?"

Nangong Jing glanced at Nangong Chi again and said coldly, "You deserve to be beaten. You use the Nangong family's name to act arrogantly all day long. Even at the birthday party, you still stir up trouble. I don't know how you, as a mother, teach your children."

Nangong Wenli didn't dare to say a word. She lowered her head and hid the malice in her eyes. "Yes, yes, it's my fault for not educating him well, but Achi doesn't have any bad intentions. Please don't bother with him."

Pulling Nangong Chi's arm, he said, "Hurry up and apologize to him."

Nangong Chi said aggrievedly, "I'm sorry, aunt! It's my fault. I didn't recognize the real Taishan. Please forgive me."

Wen Xi said calmly, "No need to apologize, just don't appear in front of me in the future."

Nangong Chi's eyes twitched, but he held back and didn't lose his temper.

Rumble!

There was a loud thunder outside. Outside the courtyard, one could see a large dark cloud approaching the top of Baiyun Mountain in the sky not far away.

"Huh? Why is it thundering all of a sudden? Didn't they say the weather was nice today?"

"The sun was shining brightly this morning, and the weather forecast said it would be sunny."

"As expected, living in the mountains, the thunder sounds much louder."

The guests flocked to the courtyard, looking at the thunderclouds and talking about it.

When Nangong Jing heard the thunder, he quickly counted with his fingers. He must have calculated something, and the expression on his face suddenly became not so good.

Nangong Wenzheng asked hurriedly, "Dad, what's wrong? Did you calculate something?"

"The ghostly aura is overwhelming. It doesn't look like an ordinary thundercloud."

Nangong Jing's eyes were filled with fear. "This is a ghost tide. Why did it appear today? It's so strange. The last ghost tide was clearly around..."

Wen Xi looked up at the sky, and gusts of cold and gloomy wind blew, making people feel uncomfortable.

"This is the Nangong family's wronged enemy. It seems that there is a lot of resentment, and it is all related to you."

Wen Xi also counted on his fingers and pursed his lips and said, "Grandpa Nangong, when we first met, the question you asked, maybe now I have the answer."

"But now, it seems that you are facing a desperate battle."

Nangong Jing clenched his cane and said decisively, "Send the guests down the mountain first. This is a grudge between the Nangong family and cannot affect others. Wen Zheng, you go and see them off immediately. A Jue, Wen Xi, follow me."

Nangong Wen Zheng had a serious expression and quickly made arrangements.

With the support of Nangong Jue, Nangong Jing led a group of people to a back house of the manor, and Miaotong and Miaoshu went to open the door.

Candlelight flickered inside, and the interior and exterior were filled with tablets. Directly above was a black stone statue suppressing him, and on the statue was the hideous-looking King Yama.

"This is the Nangong family's ancestral hall. Grandpa, don't you always forbid anyone to approach it? I remember accidentally coming here once when I was a child. Grandpa was so angry that he lay in the house for several days and nights."

Nangong Jue frowned, not having a very good impression of this ancestral hall.

Nangong Jing had a complicated expression and sighed softly, "Ajue, now that you've grown up, I can tell you some things. Back then, you were deceived and sent here by a fierce ghost. That time, you almost died. Grandpa and your father sacrificed everything to save you. They even lit incense and performed rituals, and even entered Hades' Palace to snatch your soul back."

"But not everyone can enter the King of Hell's Palace. Although our Nangong family worships King Yama, we also fear him. I asked your father to take you back to the world of the living, and I went to lure away the ghost messenger. I originally thought I would die, but unexpectedly, I met Wen Xi. It was she who helped me, told the ghost messenger not to capture me, and showed me the way, allowing me to return to the world of the living smoothly."

Nangong Jing spoke lightly with a touch of reminiscence.

Nangong Jue's face was filled with shock. He clenched his fists, his hands shaking, and said, "So... Grandpa, you were lying in your room for so many days, hovering at the gates of hell?"

"Yes, it was also that time when the ghost tide came. My soul was still in the underworld. In order to protect the entire Nangong family, your father was possessed by a fierce ghost and disappeared."

Nangong Jing's eyes were filled with tears and he looked extremely sad.

Nangong Wenli's eyes wandered, and she sighed, "Yes, my father also died in that ghost tide. Ajue, at least your father hasn't been found yet. He might still have hope of survival, unlike my father..."

As she spoke, Nangong Wenli lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Nangong Chi and Nangong Yue both began to comfort her.

"Your crying is so fake."

Wen Xi spoke coldly, causing Nangong Wenli to stop crying. She frowned and looked at her. Looking at the corners of her eyes, there was not even a tear to be seen.

Nangong Wenli's heart was filled with frustration. "Are you trying to pick on me? My father died because of this. Isn't it normal for me to be sad?"

"Yes, you are sad because of your father!"

Wen Xi walked closer to the ancestral hall, pointed at the tablets, and said coldly, "But these poor people all died because of your father. He built this ancestral hall not to worship them, but to suppress them. The ghosts in these ghost tides are all wronged souls who were unable to enter reincarnation after death. They gathered together, and every time they swept in, it was to kill him!"

Silence!

Nangong Jing trembled all over, and after being shocked, he suddenly realized.

"No wonder... No wonder my eldest brother was so strongly against it when I wanted to move the statue to the new ancestral hall. I knew something was wrong with this ancestral hall, but I once moved the tablets here, and after a series of strange things happened, I never had such thoughts again. Could it be that my eldest brother was behind this?"

"nonsense!"

Nangong Wenli was horrified and roared angrily, "Uncle Jing, listen to her nonsense. How could my father do such a thing? Don't you think that most of the Nangong family's foundation was laid by my father? If he hadn't passed away, you wouldn't be the head of the Nangong family! You have always disliked our family and deliberately let people play this drama so that Nangong Jue can become the next head of the family!"

(Thanks to Zui Wan Qing Si’s Hua Hua, kiss~! Thanks to Duo Xing Xing, お, Shuai Ya Ma, who loves milk tea, and Squirrel Mandarin Fish’s generator, muah~!)