"..." Lin Wanyue understood.

Little Pink Butterfly was right! This armored demon was indeed her grandfather and her grandmother's husband!

And he almost actually sent him to the underworld.

Lin Wanyue quickly put away the two purple talismans in her hand, clutching her sleeves with both hands, and lowered her head guiltily, saying, "Grandma, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I thought he was a bad ghost..."

Luckily, I didn't throw away those two purple talismans, otherwise my grandfather would have been annihilated.

Seeing his little granddaughter's pitiful little face, Liu Junlan's heart softened, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.

"It's alright, it's alright." She quickly hugged Lin Wanyue and comforted her, saying, "Wanwan, don't worry, Grandma knows you were trying to protect me. Besides, your grandpa is fine now, isn't he? Anyway, he's dead and he won't die a second time, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Lin Wanyue: "..."

Liu Junlan didn't know that ghosts could also die.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Wanyue felt even more guilty.

Liu Junlan glared at her deceased husband and said reproachfully, "It's all your fault! You look fierce, yet you come here to scare my granddaughter. You're a grown woman!"

After saying this, Liu Junlan's tears fell again.

I've grown old, but he still looks exactly the same as he did more than twenty years ago, unchanged.

He died on the battlefield twenty years ago.

Lin Xiangwu was most afraid of her crying. When he saw Liu Junlan's tears falling again, he hurriedly went over to wipe them away.

His charred fingers pierced through Liu Junlan's face. He was frantic, unsure what to do, and could only whisper, "Don't cry..."