Cunning Beyond Measure, Only to Ruin One's Own Life

Before long, Qin He and his party of men and beasts came down from the burial mountain and returned to the Zhang Family's temporary camp.

The Zhang Family members guarding the camp all poured out to look, while Zhang Liang ran forward to greet them.

Even Zhang Yuan appeared at the camp entrance.

"How did it go, masters? Have my ancestors been laid to rest?" Zhang Liang asked impatiently.

"They're still hopping about." Riding Lamborghini, Qin He passed him by and shook his head.

"H-Hopping?" Zhang Liang froze.

Wang Tie Zhu, who came after him, explained, "Your ancestors are thick-skinned and tough. We fought them for half the day and were still a little short. We'll continue tomorrow."

"Look at this... I even broke my little stool." Ma Fei raised the small stool in his hand and followed after them.

Zhang Liang was even more stunned now.

A little stool?

This thing could be used to beat zombies... no, to beat ancestors. No, that wasn't right either—it was used to lay the ancestors to rest?

Not only him—even Zhang Yuan glanced at Ma Fei and the completely shattered little stool in his hand, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.

A pathetic True Essence Realm runt, armed with a little stool, could beat up the ancestors?

What was the background of this group?

They were clearly a platter of food.

Yet they had indeed returned, and they looked completely unscathed. They were far stronger than that Fat Monk and Thin Taoist from before.

"Tomorrow, we'll take them down in one push."

As he passed Zhang Yuan, Qin He added another sentence. Then he rubbed his fingers together and flicked out three "Immortal's Coffin Lid Techniques" with three "biu~biu~biu" sounds.

Qin He would never let such a resource slip through his