"arrive!"
"Jiang Congtao".
No one responded.
The divine messenger paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Oh right, she's dead."
"People who commit suicide are fools. They think death is the end, but little do they know that death is just the beginning. Hahaha!!"
"Next……"
The divine messenger suddenly froze, remaining motionless.
Jiang Ji felt a chill run down his spine. "Brother, what the hell are these people? Why are there outsiders at the Jiang family ancestral hall?"
Jiang Ting's expression was cold. "You don't need to know."
Jiang Ji grabbed his hair. "Big brother! What are you doing?"
Jiang Ting remained silent and coughed a few times.
Rumble! The ground began to shake again.
The divine messenger was terrified and shouted anxiously, "No more roll call! Children under seven, come forward! Come forward now!"
Among the crowd, seven or eight children walked slowly forward, with a six-year-old in the first row, followed by three-year-olds, two-year-olds, and even two-month-old babies.
The divine messenger clicked his tongue. "Only eight."
Jiang Ji cursed, "You shameless beasts! You don't even spare children! If it were your own child kneeling here, would you have the heart to do that?"
"No, you are beasts, you have no heart."
The divine messenger suppressed his anger and ignored his nonsense, but the boy became more and more enthusiastic as he cursed.
Not only the divine messenger, but the other red-clad figures also couldn't tolerate it.
They were revered by their descendants during their lifetimes and became honored messengers of the gods after their deaths, and were never cursed.
The second man in red roared, "Which lineage of idiots is he? He should have been strangled twenty years ago!"
"Let me check."
The divine messenger sneered, "With the family tree in hand, whoever I point to dies. A mere idiot who hasn't even grown his first beard dares to oppose me. I'll make him... huh?"
Halfway through his harsh words, the divine messenger looked puzzled. "He's not even on the family register. How can the current head of the family do things when an outsider barges into the ancestral hall?"
"Step forward, you bastard!"
Jiang Ting kept his head down, his amber eyes remaining completely calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The divine messenger was furious, flipping through the thick notebook page by page, searching for the name of the current head of the family.
He glanced at the family tree, and his face immediately turned ugly.
"You, you...it's impossible!!"
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