Amid the ruins of the Daoist temple, Jiang Chen stood on a pile of dismembered corpses with a cigarette in his mouth, wiping blood off the Sacrificial Offerings he had seized as he earnestly lectured Tie Zhu.
"The Jiang family tradition is all about treating others kindly."
"Look at your father. This job was a losing proposition. I didn't get many Sacrificial Offerings, but I put in plenty of effort. And what was it all for? To give these Daoist gentlemen peace after death, of course."
"Do good without asking what the future holds. Zhu, when you go out into the world, you must remember your father's words. When dealing with people and handling affairs, you can't focus only on profit. Only by being a good person and doing good deeds can you demonstrate virtue."
He spoke at length, his words highly instructive.
Tie Zhu's eyes went wide as it listened. "Good grief, did Dad just dump out every cultured phrase he's saved up in his entire life?"
"The problem is, none of that really fits the occasion!"
It had only just muttered that last part when it noticed Jiang Chen turning a cold gaze on it, his face covered in blood.
Tie Zhu acted decisively, declaring with unyielding pride, "Your lesson is absolutely right, Dad! I'll follow your example, do good deeds, accumulate merit, and be a good flood dragon!"
The chill on Jiang Chen's face vanished at once, replaced by a delighted smile.
"Perhaps one day, you'll make your father proud."
Tie Zhu smiled ingratiatingly, secretly wiping the cold sweat from its head with its tail. Unless they were there themselves, outsiders would never know how much murderous intent lurked within this peaceful conversation between father and son.
Next, Jiang Chen destroyed another gathering place for Weird