You Might as Well Say It

In the blink of an eye, Lin Jun's consciousness arrived in a vast, pure-white space. Hundreds of jade tablets stood before him, each engraved with words.

"A gravestone?"

Lin Jun walked closer and saw that it was indeed a gravestone, with the deceased's name engraved upon it.

Just then, a faintly white speck of light suddenly drifted out from the jade tablet. As Lin Jun prepared to examine it, the speck suddenly spoke.

"Who's there? Which branch's descendant came running into the Spirit Grounds for no reason? Don't you know you're disturbing the ancestors' rest... Great heavens!"

The speck spoke in an aged voice that sounded somewhat improper, but then transformed into a cry of astonishment.

"None of you bastards sleep anymore! Get up! Get your asses up! A descendant has come to pay respects at the graves!"

The speck of light circled Lin Jun once, continuing to cry out in astonishment. Then it let out a sharp shriek.

More than a hundred jade tablets nearby also gave rise to specks of light, and those specks began complaining:

"What the hell are you barking about? What are you barking about?"

"Even after dying, we can't get any peace. It's just a visit to the graves—what's so rare about that?"

"Wait, ever since that little bastard Su Ming relocated our graves, it's been many years since anyone came to pay respects to us, hasn't it?"

The entire pure-white space instantly grew lively. However, things became far too lively. With all the swearing and cursing, Lin Jun even suspected that, if these specks had limbs, they might have started fighting.

It was practically a marketplace.

"Quit your damn yapping! Look over here! Here! See this little fox?"

With an angry roar from the speck beside Lin Jun, the scene instantly fell silent.