The Shen family's sons clearly knew nothing, let alone how to perform rituals.
They must have bought that talisman from someone, who had then taught them how to use it.
"Ah, you never know what's in someone's heart."
"To think people could be cruel enough to treat their own father like that."
Zhang Rong stared at the puddle of wax on the table, lost in thought.
Old Mr. Shen had died so horribly that it was no longer just a matter of dying unwillingly. He must have harbored tremendous resentment. Unless we soothed it, he wouldn't let us guide his soul onward so easily.
And his corpse reanimation was growing more severe by the day. Last night alone, he had risen twice. Only Zhang Rong's and my presence had stopped him.
I said, "This isn't something we can report to the police, and those five unfilial sons weren't sincere when they kowtowed, either..."
Zhang Rong sighed. "If we leave this alone, the old man won't be able to reincarnate, and we won't have a good answer for Grandmaster when we return."
Every trade had its rules. This was our responsibility, and there was no justification for abandoning it halfway.
Otherwise, we might as well just let the old man take his sons away with him.
After some thought, Zhang Rong called all five men upstairs and told them to come into the room.
Once upstairs, the five men stayed in the doorway, unwilling to enter and visibly resistant.
Judging by their reactions, all five had probably been involved. Although they had all done it, their guilty consciences still kept them from coming inside.
"Come in."
Zhang Rong beckoned. "I have something to discuss with you."
Shen Jun reluctantly led his brothers inside.
Almost simultaneously, all five raised their hands to