The tombstone remained still.0

Li Xiaofei knocked again, cheerfully saying, “It’s me, Little Li! You know, the handsome guy who pulled a sword out of your behind.”0

This time, there was movement. The soil on either side of the tombstone churned like muddy water as the gravestone began to slowly sink into the ground.0

Li Xiaofei quickly grabbed it with both hands and tugged. “Hey, no need to hide! Let’s have a proper chat.”0

As he spoke, he poured a bottle of fine liquor over the grave and lit some ceremonial paper money. “Come on, isn’t our friendship that transcended life and death and our bond that spanned yin and yang worth a conversation in broad daylight?”0

The tombstone struggled a few more times but ultimately stopped sinking. Instead, it rose back out of the ground.0

“You little punk, you only ever come looking for me when it’s trouble,” Liu Shaji’s voice grumbled...0