Wei Fu looked at Lord Rong with great sympathy and said with compassion, "Lord Rong, do you know the purpose of these twelve relatives' bones?"

Lord Rong was in a very bad mood at the moment. Seeing that Wei Fu had always sided with Madam Rong and had hurt his son, no matter how cunning he was, he could not force a smile and shook his head coldly.

But when he heard about the bones of these twelve relatives, he realized that these skeletons were probably all daughters of the Rong family.

His granddaughter Rong Yingying is indeed among them.

But Rong Yingying died of tuberculosis back then, and had nothing to do with his wife, nor with the Rong family.

The granddaughter's bones were just used by evil people, but Zhou was so crazy and insulted her mother-in-law in an unfilial way.

"These twelve relatives' bones are transferable diseases. To put it simply, your eldest grandson was originally destined to die young, but someone, in order to keep him alive, transferred his disease to others. He lived, but the others died."

"But because these people's lifespans haven't yet ended, they can't be allowed to reincarnate. Their bodies need to be sealed and buried in a cold and gloomy place. Anyone with even a little compassion should use a thin coffin and bury them properly. After your eldest grandson dies, these people will naturally be freed."

"But this man was so cruel that he broke the bones of these people and stuffed them alive into a vat, causing them to die in agony. After death, their souls were bound and suffered every day."

"Master Rong, you know what? It's no exaggeration to call a person like this a demon or a ghost. He's not a human being at all."

"Your eldest son and your wife both have the aura of wronged souls on them, which means that your eldest son and your wife are in cahoots with each other."