Tang Qisheng's expression couldn't be described as anything short of seeing a ghost. Jiang Cheng felt a chill under his stare. "Why are you looking at me? Did something happen?"
Tang Qisheng's mouth fell open, but before he could explain, he caught Wu Yingying shooting him a murderous glare. He immediately stopped, then put on a warm smile the next second and waved his hand cheerfully. "Don't be ridiculous, Brother Jiang. I'm looking at you because I'm jealous! Tsk, tsk. To have a capable, beautiful, generous, gentle, and considerate wife like Miss Wu, standing by your side as you support each other—I'm really... really moved!"
Huai Yi couldn't help but curl his lip at the sight. This guy really has no shame. How can he say something so sickening? Is he really a person with absolutely no bottom line?
Jiang Cheng obviously didn't believe a word of it, but Wu Yingying was quite pleased. With her right there, Jiang Cheng didn't want to spoil her good mood. If she came after him about it later, he wouldn't be able to take it.
With Wu and the Fatty around, Jiang Cheng didn't think anything serious would happen, so after a quick tidy-up, the group prepared to leave.
Of course, before they left, they didn't forget to deal with the bodies. Water Lord was like a treasure chest, with all sorts of abilities at his disposal. He conjured another plume of ghostly green flames. They looked unimpressive at first, but once they touched the ground, they spread rapidly, burning the mangled corpses until they were charred through. There was clearly no chance of them coming back to life.
Seeing this, everyone finally relaxed.
The ghost building had been completely destroyed. Beyond the ruins lay the ramshackle ancestral shrine. After all, this was