Harvesting

"Your humble old servant is Dongfang Liang. This is my son, Nangfang Ku, and my daughter-in-law, A Jia. We pay our respects to Lord Grave Master..."

The old man invited Zhong Shenxiu into the main room, then brought his family along to pay their respects with great ceremony.

"The Four Directions Family? How interesting..."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled. He knew that this family's surnames rotated: the father was surnamed Dongfang, the son Nangfang, the grandson would be Xifang, and the great-grandson Beifang. The cycle would then begin again with Dongfang for the next generation, changing surnames in turn. It was exceedingly strange.

Yet within this strange naming rule lay an even more terrifying curse! A great grave was involved behind the scenes!

But danger also meant opportunity!

All of this would be resolved through the bloodline descendants of the child in the woman's womb.

They might even obtain part of that great grave's power!

"To be honest, your son's fate is such that he should die here today."

He took a sip of tea and directly passed judgment on Nangfang Ku's fate, making his face turn deathly pale.

"If that's the case, then my son is simply fated to suffer!"

Dongfang Liang sighed in resignation and prepared to sharpen his blade.

"But it isn't that I can't save his life." Zhong Shenxiu continued, "It's just that to save one life, another must be paid!"

He stated his condition.

Dongfang Liang, who knew how strange the methods of Grave Masters could be, did not find it odd in the slightest. "This old man has only a pile of old bones left. If my lord wants them, take them!"

Zhong Shenxiu shook his head and looked toward the woman carrying a six-month-old child.

"No, not A Jia, not the child, and not my