The old ancestor leaped up, broke through the roof, and escaped.

The ancestral home can no longer be occupied. Not only are Ye Bingkun there, but also Ye Yi and the others. The ancestor urgently needs to heal his injuries. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

He remembered there was another place he could go.

So he fled to the Ye family's ancestral graveyard overnight.

The tomb keeper needed to urinate in the middle of the night and went out to relieve himself, only to bump into the ancestor who had entered the cemetery.

"A ghost!"

Upon hearing this howl, the ancestor was so angry that he almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire.

"You dare call me a ghost? Look closely, I am the ancestor of the Ye family."

"Weren't the Ye family ancestors ghosts?" The tomb keeper was so frightened that he soiled himself.

The old ancestor snapped the tomb keeper's neck in disgust.

This time, he was consumed by rage once again.

His breathing became rapid and irregular, and his chest heaved violently.

As his emotions surged, his blood and qi churned within him, like a raging torrent.

He let out a muffled groan as a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, only to be forcibly swallowed back down.

The old ancestor knew that this heartfelt blood had already been vomited twice, and it couldn't be vomited a third time.

He tried to suppress his anger, but the flames of rage surged through his veins like a wild horse.

He finally made it to the base of the largest stone tablet and tried to sit cross-legged to heal his wounds.

Suddenly, the ancestor let out a furious roar, the sound deafening and echoing in the air.

"Who disturbed the ancestral graves?"

Because Xiaoxi and her family took away the yin soil from the ancestral grave, they changed the feng shui energy field of the ancestral grave.

It was simply impossible for the ancestor to absorb the spiritual energy contained in the ancestral grave to heal his injuries.

He could no longer hold back, and for the third time, blood gushed from his mouth.

The internal energy in his meridians seemed to have lost control, running rampant everywhere.

His face turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

He now looks as ugly as a ghost, even worse than when he first emerged from seclusion.

Finally, the old ancestor collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

In the ancestral home.

Ye Bingkun didn't fare well either, as Xiao Xi's earlier actions of putting something in the cabbage and wine caused him to completely lose control of his emotions.

His heart was filled with anger, resentment, and despair, emotions that surged up like a tide and overwhelmed him.

His thinking became confused, and he began to lose control of his behavior.

He had always been loyal to the ancestor, yet the ancestor actually wanted to kill him.

Ye Bingkun, on the verge of going mad, became extremely irritable and aggressive, on the verge of losing his mind.

His eyes were filled with madness and obsession, as if driven by an invisible force.

When Ye Yi and the others, who had recovered, arrived, they witnessed this scene.

It turns out that Ye Bingkun was also injured so badly by the ancestor. It seems that the ancestor has become his enemy as well.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Ye Yi immediately made a decision.

"We have to save Ye Bingkun. After all, he was the one who led us to the ancestor just now."

Now, the only option is to join forces with him to deal with the ancestor.

So, the nine people sat around Ye Bingkun and helped him heal his injuries.

Xiaoxi and the others watched coldly from the sidelines.