Ye Lingfeng immediately felt a great sense of crisis.
He looked at Xiaoxi earnestly and said, "Xiaoxi, you are my own sister, my only sister. I will only ever be good to you in my whole life."
This made Xiaoxi laugh; she had originally intended to say something joking.
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Speaking of the ancestor who had been hiding in the family's shrine, Xiao Xi cut off his tongue and hands.
He also possesses a life-saving viscous substance and is protected by evil powers.
After releasing the slime, his hands instantly regenerated. He picked up his fallen tongue and broke through the roof to escape.
The old ancestor knew that he couldn't show his ghostly appearance to anyone, so he hid in the sewers.
He secretly regretted it; he could have moved freely after absorbing his grandchildren's life essence from the manor.
He was determined to hide away and properly practice his evil arts, and just then he remembered the extremely yin courtyard house he had built years ago.
When he arrived from the villa, he found that Ye Shiming's family had already moved in.
The old ancestor chuckled to himself, "I've never seen anyone so stupid. Ye Shiming ran away for so long, wandered around, and ended up cleaned up and waiting for him here."
So the ancestor wasn't in a hurry and slowly absorbed the fortune and essence of Ye Shiming's family.
He saw that the time was almost up, and he was just waiting for the Ghost Festival in July to drain Ye Shiming's entire family to death, so that his newly broken evil skill would be completely secure.
He never expected that he would almost die in this courtyard.
Who is that little girl?
The old man shuddered when he recalled the girl's ferocity that night.
Despite her young age, the righteous light emanating from this young girl is absolutely terrifying.
The old ancestor ate some more rats in the sewer, and his tongue slowly recovered, allowing him to regain his human form.
But the old man himself had the ability to discern; he didn't want to stay in the sewers, but he needed money to make a living outside.
He could only look for opportunities at night.
He went to the overpass in the outer city and waited for the fish to bite.
There happened to be a few people from out of town who came to Beijing to look for work, and they couldn't afford to stay in a hotel.
"Damn! A small hotel costs 200 yuan a night."
"Why don't they go out and rob it?"
"Shh, you jinx, we've just come out of the village, we're all covered in cash."
The old patriarch almost burst out laughing when he heard what these people said; they were like fat sheep being offered up on a silver platter.
He suddenly emerged from under the overpass like a ghost, moving with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes revealed a resolute and ruthless determination, and he gripped a seemingly real dagger tightly in his hand.
This was a bladeless toy dagger that he picked up from a garbage dump.
The outsiders were gathered together, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
Suddenly, the ancestor appeared before them, leaving them stunned and at a loss for what to do.
When they saw that the old ancestor was alone and dressed in dirty and tattered clothes, they, who were several people in total, became bolder.
"What are you doing? You stinking beggar, get out of here!"
A surge of evil anger erupted from the old ancestor. Anyone who dared to curse him was dead. His fingernails grew out, as he wanted to cut them into pieces.
But then the old man thought again, and realized that what he needed right now was wealth.
Without saying a word, the old patriarch rushed towards one of the outsiders and held a dagger to his neck.
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