It didn't matter if Little Bao had gone mad. It didn't matter if he'd killed his father or even disturbed Ancestor Grave Mountain.
But if Little Bao kept spouting nonsense and exposing the private affairs of every prominent person in the village—especially the sordid business involving that dead old bastard, his father—how would anyone be able to show their face around here again?
Who could claim their family hadn't had some shameful connection with Carpenter Bao?
"That beast is beyond saving. Kill him!"
"I never imagined Old Bao would raise such a monster! Tantou Village is truly cursed. Ancestors, please show your power and take this beast away!"
Little Bao laughed wildly. "What's wrong? Can't stand hearing it? Afraid I'll air all your families' dirty laundry?"
"You're so eager to see your ancestors? Then I'll make it happen!"
"Just don't be surprised if your ancestors come right up to you and you fail to recognize them."
Little Bao had been talking all along, but his hands had never stopped moving. Suddenly, he spread his arms, uttered several incomprehensible words, and let out a roar.
"Come forth, in the name of Lord Tree Ancestor! Come meet your descendants! Take them all away!"
Seeing the ghost army pull off that new trick, Tong Feifei finally started to feel something.
But I couldn't remember the saying, "There's always a taller mountain." The Bizarre Tree clearly hadn't reminded me of it, either. Then again, even if it had, I might not have remembered, much less taken it to heart.
So this time, Da Zhi was much more humble. "Boss, what the hell is Little Bao up to? Either way, we should take out the ringleader. If he's controlling that skeleton army, won't the ghosts return to their graves and rest in peace once we