That cry of "bastard" was steeped in resentment.
Clearly, it had not been aimed solely at the Northern Desert.
The old fossils of the Gong Clan had thought that their previous departure had meant true rest in the grave. They had not expected their troublesome juniors to dig them out of the earth again within two days. They had already been dead until only a pile of old bones remained, yet they still had to keep doing sit-ups inside their coffins.
When they had first emerged, everyone had been in an extremely foul mood.
Gongshu Wu's father had even wanted to slap his unfilial son first.
Who tortured their ancestors like this?
They were already dead. Could they not be left in peace for a while?
Did he really think they were renewable resources to be repeatedly exploited? Did he think that because they would not die easily, he could use them as cannon fodder for fun? Heh, what filial piety! How much water had seeped into the Gong Clan ancestral tomb for them to end up with this troublesome uncle-and-nephew pair, Gong Wen and Gong Cheng?
But compared with the Northern Desert enemies before them, their internal family grudges could be set aside for now. They could clean house anytime, but if they missed these Northern Desert bastards, they would truly be gone! If they did not take a few more lives while they were in this special state, when would they get another chance? Kill one and break even; kill two and strike it rich!
The other Gong Clan ancestors followed suit one after another.
Among them was a skeleton worried that its bones were suffering from osteoporosis and were not hard enough. Its method was even more ruthless—it reached into the chest of the nearest Northern Desert