"Hu Yongchang?"
From atop the wooden building, Jiang Qiao's gaze easily pierced through the earth, revealing the scene below.
Almost at first glance,
he recognized the identity of the old man lying on the jade bed.
It was not because he actually knew him.
It was simply because this old man's photograph hung in the ancestral hall, where he had just received the worship of his descendants.
Hu Yongchang.
The Hu Family's previous-generation patriarch.
He was also the second-generation patriarch after they arrived in the South Seas.
After the first patriarch led the clan members in fleeing from Spring City to the South Seas, he soon passed away. Hu Yongchang, then the eldest son, naturally inherited his father's position and took charge of the family's affairs.
His name suited him.
He was highly capable.
He had brought the Hu Family's development in Tanjung Sepat to an extremely prosperous height.
However, according to the Hu Family,
Hu Yongchang had supposedly died of illness ten years ago.
They even burned paper offerings for him every year.
Yet unexpectedly, he had merely faked his death and hidden in the underground palace beneath the manor.
This Hu Family...
did they really like playing dead that much?
"This old man's condition is wrong." With the mindset of a spectator enjoying the show, Jiang Qiao watched the scene below with great interest. "It would make sense to say that he is already dead."
"There is practically no living blood and vitality left in him."
"Theoretically, he should currently be a Vicious Ghost with the consciousness of a living person."
"But..."
"he is somewhat different from a Vicious Ghost as well."
Jiang Qiao's gaze shifted.
Hu Yongchang was not merely skin and bones. His skin looked exactly like withered tree bark.
Not only that.
His body differed