At the sight of the words below, Lin Feng licked his lips, wanting to speak but holding back.
The Xie Family again.
What a miserable family.
Lin Feng did not know what the Xie Family hoped to gain by following Teacher Xun, but he knew they had certainly lost plenty of people doing so.
The Xie Family genealogy listed many members and branches.
Apart from the experts who followed Teacher Xun under concealed identities, almost all the other Xie Family members followed the "jail cell"—"auto repair shop" pattern.
Actually, it should have been a three-stage pattern: "jail cell," "auto repair shop," and "unmarked burial site."
The last group had not even left their names behind. They vanished from the genealogy and everyone else's memories. It sounded rather bleak.
And another thing.
Had Teacher Xun been to Fukou?
Lin Feng grew interested. He had the "Seven Warlords of the Sea" hold the laptop while he looked at the photographs from his beanbag chair.
The first photograph showed the Li Family Ancestral Hall. He recognized it at a glance.
There probably weren't many families like the Li Family, which enshrined an entire region's Uncanny.
Their ancestral hall was highly distinctive.
Lin Feng continued reading. Four skilled members of the Xie Family had gone inside, and not one had returned alive. Left with no other choice, Teacher Xun had come up with a dirty trick.
Blow open the wall.
It hadn't worked.
The grenade had exploded, to no effect. Once the smoke cleared, the wall stood as solid as ever.
"Technological brute force. I never expected Teacher Xun to be so well versed in the art of postmodern tomb robbing."
Lin Feng offered Teacher Xun a word of praise. As a university lecturer, he taught and nurtured students, but he was also extraordinarily