Wan Jiao formed hand seals, using a powerful binding array to imprison the ancestral master's tablet within. Then, visible to the naked eye, golden light wrapped around the tablet, preventing it from moving.
The memorial tablet couldn't be moved, and the ancestral master enshrined within it was practically bursting with rage. Because of his anger, the tablet was even steaming.
Wan Jiao didn't take it seriously at all.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and said seriously, "Grandma, you really need to be careful. If this piece is ruined, there won't be any more to make for you."
Even though it was something that had absolutely nothing to do with a threat, the patriarch really didn't make a sound at all.
However, an indescribable oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire room. It was clearly emanating from the ancestral tablets.
Wan Jiao: "Grandmother, I know what you're thinking. It's alright. I believe Xiao Jin can figure it out."
The ancestral tablets, being of different heights, cannot speak, otherwise the ancestral masters inside will surely curse them.
Wan Jiao: "As for me, don't worry too much. The heir is already in my belly, how could he run away? I will definitely take good care of myself and give birth to a big, healthy boy for our Nanshan Temple."
“You’re not quite calm right now, so I won’t stay any longer. But you’ll have to endure this incense, otherwise you won’t be able to endure it for a while.”
Memorial tablet: "???"
Wan Jiao carefully placed the incense sticks she had just managed to light into the incense burner and slowly said, "I have to go on a long trip. It was a last-minute decision made right after I saw Xiao Jin off."
Memorial tablet: "???"
Wan Jiao: "Ancestor, I have to go find him. Even if there's only a one in a billion chance, I want to try my best."
When Wan Jiao came out of the room, she immediately saw Si Yue waiting outside. Si Yue's face was full of worry and tension, clearly indicating that she was very aware of what was happening inside the room.
Wan Jiao smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's alright."
"Master, are you alright?" Si Yue asked cautiously.
Wan Jiao: "I'm leaving the capital for a while. Remember to offer incense to the Ancestral Master and Grandmaster on time."
Si Yue had many questions she wanted to ask, but in the end, she didn't utter a single word. She respectfully replied, "Disciple obeys!"
…
Before leaving the capital, Wan Jiao went to see Han Jin.
He hadn't expected her to come. He looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked in a very formal tone, "Sister-in-law, is there something you need?"
Wan Jiao nodded solemnly, burned a talisman and threw it into a cup, poured half a cup of water from the kettle on the coffee table, and pushed the cup in front of Han Jin.
She looked at him without saying a word.
Han Jin felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at the strangely black half-glass of water, he asked with a complicated expression, "Sister-in-law, are you telling me to drink this?"
Wan Jiao nodded.
Han Jin: "..."
Can you really drink this stuff?
Won't it choke people to death?
However, I dare not ask.
Who told him to have such unwavering faith in Wan Jiao's abilities?
It's just a cup of pitch-black talisman water, no big deal, I'll just drink it.
After gritting his teeth, Han Jin reached for the half-full glass of water and drank it all in one gulp. Because of the gritty taste in his mouth, he quickly downed two more glasses of water before he was satisfied.
He then breathed a long sigh of relief. "Sister-in-law, I hope I won't run into any other trouble?"
Wan Jiao nodded again.
Upon seeing this, Han Jin felt utterly disheartened.
Does he have to be this unlucky?
He's a retired military officer, so he should have plenty of yang energy, how come...
"Sister-in-law, am I just having bad luck?"
Wan Jiao shook her head. "It's not just you, the entire Han family is about to face disaster."
Han Jin's eyes widened in astonishment.
What is that?
Is the entire Han family about to face a terrible disaster?
Are you kidding me?
The Han family is one of the most prestigious and powerful families in the entire Sheng Kingdom.
Speaking of business, all of the Han family's companies are thriving, making a fortune every day.
Speaking of power, although Han Jin retired from the military and went into business, his uncles and elders all held positions of considerable influence in the business world.
The phrase "disaster is imminent" seems to have nothing to do with a large family like theirs, right?
“Sister-in-law, I know your abilities very well, so of course I can’t doubt you, but… but our Han family…”
Han Jin hesitated, unable to finish his sentence for a long time.
Ultimately, he was afraid of offending Wan Jiao, since she had just done his company a great favor, and she was also his eldest son's wife who had become a widow at a young age.
Wan Jiao was truly impressed by Han Jin.
With disaster looming, why are you still hesitating and stammering? You're really thick-skinned.
She was in a hurry to leave the capital and didn't intend to beat around the bush with Han Jin. She went straight to the point and said very seriously, "Your grandfather has been dead for a long time. The Han family's old house is such a feng shui treasure, yet it can't hide the evil aura on his body."
"Han Jin, if my calculations are correct, within two days at most, not a single member of your Han family will survive."
Wan Jiao was fair-skinned and beautiful.
If Han Jin hadn't witnessed her abilities, he would naturally have thought of her as a charlatan.
What a pity... there are no "what ifs"!
He said that since returning to the capital, he had noticed that his grandfather was acting strangely, rarely leaving the house and showing particular interest in young and beautiful women... It turned out there was another reason behind it.
"Sister-in-law, is it really that serious?"
Wan Jiao looked at Han Jin as if she were dumbfounded. "If it weren't serious, do you think I would take the initiative to contact you?"
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