Night fell.0

Deep within the winding corridors of the Liu estate, Liu Luzi sat quietly in a secluded courtyard. The moonlight was bright. Out of the darkness of a nearby alley, a figure suddenly appeared—a gaunt man whose skin clung to his bones, eye sockets hollow, cheeks sunken, and hardly any flesh on his body. He looked like a walking skeleton.0

This was Liu Sang, the undying husk operative in charge of infiltrating the Holy Tree Temple. Previously, Duan Yangsheng and Liang Ku were his subordinates. No one could have guessed that a hidden passage from the ancient ghost street led straight into the heart of the Liu estate.0

“By seniority, I should call you Great Aunt,” Liu Sang said, glancing at Liu Luzi. “A hundred years ago, we were one clan. A hundred years later, we still are.”0

Liu Luzi eyed this undying husk. “I did as you suggested. As long as we plant the seed of suspicion in their hearts,...1