Chen Shi and Ancestor Qiongyang each put down their Luoyang shovels, one standing to the east of the grave and the other to the west.
The two locked eyes, their expressions somewhat grave.
Yulingzi couldn't help running over, saying, "Ancestor, Junior Uncle, it's getting dark, we need to be quick... Huh, where is Sect Master Jing Hong's corpse?"
He looked at the Daoist robe, a shock piercing his heart: Has the old sect master become a corpse-demon?
Ancestor Qiongyang said, "If Senior Brother Jinghong shed his mortal shell to become a ghost immortal, then this matter is a good thing. Why not speak of it instead, faking his death to leave behind a cenotaph?"
Chen Shi put away his Luoyang shovel, placing it inside his small temple, and said, "Ancestor, I have many devils hidden within my body..."
Ancestor Qiongyang smiled and said, "Little Shi, call me Grandma. The two of us are closer. I know about the devils hidden in your body. Back when you were first saved, you were squeezed to death by the Azure Ghost Hand many times over, and a devil would occupy your body each time. In the beginning, your grandpa jumped around in a panic."
A slight tremor shook Chen Shi's heart. He knew he had died many times, just not that it had already happened so often before his own memories began!
Grandpa had never spoken to him about these matters.
Hesitating for a moment, he said, "Grandma Qiongyang, the devils in my body have been purged clean, and now it's not as dangerous as before. My dad said that only a few natural disasters remain hidden inside."
Ancestor Qiongyang's expression turned grave as she quietly took a step back.
When Chen Shi was rescued before, the Azure Ghost Hand had caused trouble,