"How could this be? How could this be? How could they all be dead?"
"Huh?" He scratched his head. "Why did I say 'all'? Who else is going to die?"
"Senior brother, someone is looking for you."
"Send off the Ancestor!" Wen Xueshan closed her eyes, placed her head together, and knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.
All the Wen clan members stopped, as if time had stood still. They wailed and kowtowed to Wen Jinge, as if they were not the ones who had killed her.
Lu Wei walked over with several disciples. He looked at her; the girl's blood-stained clothes were spread all over the ground, and the ginkgo leaves on the ground were also stained with a crimson color—that was her blood.
"Why kill her?" The crimson double pupils stared at Wen Xueshan. "Isn't she your revered ancestor? Is the Ghost Festival for killing ghosts or killing people?"
“A ghost.” Wen Xueshan knelt on the ground. “The door is open. You can leave now.”
"She's a ghost? I think you're the ghosts!"
Wen Xueshan was not afraid of him. "Only when the demons in people's hearts are extinguished can gods be invoked. She was our master before. A tyrant does not need humanity."
At that moment, Lu Wei thought of himself, "What about those gods who became demons?"
"Having fallen to demonic ways, how can he be considered a god? Mr. Lu, what do you say?"
"You recognize me?" Lu Wei gripped his neck; he had never mentioned that his surname was Lu.
“Now that you recognize them, they can leave, but you must stay. Once the Heavenly Ladder is up, your sins will be judged!” With that, Wen Xueshan flicked her sleeve, and Lu Wei felt a lightness as she was thrown out.
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