When heaven decides to topple you, it not only leaves no room for escape but even presses down harder on the accelerator pedal. "Uncle Tian, what are you doing!" Zhao Xilu already had three terrible wounds on his body. When he arrived at the ancestral hall to check things out, he was shocked to find it collapsed. Then a sharp chill crept up from behind him. If he hadn’t dodged quickly, the first wound would have been on his neck. Mr. Tian was also somewhat surprised, "I didn’t expect a child from the divided family to be so deeply concealed." Though he hadn’t given his all earlier, he didn’t intend to hold back either, yet the opposite party avoided a fatal blow. Despite the two follow-up strikes, he still couldn’t bring him down. Zhao Xilu: "Uncle Tian, where is Master Yi?" Mr. Tian raised his head, looking up at the roof. Zhao Xilu also followed his gaze upwards. Zhao Yi, just having got off Tan Wenbin’s back, saw this scene and felt a throbbing pain between his brows. Here he was, struggling to sever ties with Shizhuo Zhao, and yet they were actively drawing them back to him! Tan Wenbin sneered, "Oh, quite the relationship, huh." Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhiyuan and explained, "For Grandpa Tian, loyalty is all that is required." For such family servants, loyalty is the most critical virtue. Everything else is secondary. In fact, if they’re too clever, the master cannot feel completely at ease. Zhao Xilu barely shouted when Uncle Tian disappeared from before him. A sharp dagger lunged toward Zhao Xilu’s throat. Zhao Yi felt helpless. Grandpa Tian was using himself as bait to attract attention, creating an opportunity for a sneak attack. But the crucial issue now wasn’t defeating Shizhuo Zhao; they were already battling over family backgrounds and status. Grandpa Tian, with your dimwitted actions, how could I score high in this boy’s eyes? The next moment, Zhao Yi himself laughed. Because Mr. Tian’s dagger still hadn’t pierced Zhao Xilu’s throat—a disheveled woman appeared before Zhao Xilu, opening her mouth and biting the dagger. Zhao Xilu pulled a talisman paper from his sleeve and stuck it onto the woman’s back. The woman let out a fierce scream and suddenly increased her strength, bumping forward. Off guard, Mr. Tian was knocked flying, but he was fortunate not to fall awkwardly upon landing, avoiding looking too embarrassed. But compared with the orderly and steady progress of the battle at another location and the shrill and continuous cries of the two women, it was quite embarrassing to be on the receiving end of such a back-and-forth struggle. Li Zhiyuan was intrigued by the woman. Zhao Yi quickly introduced, "This is a living cursed object, made using a living human as a vessel. The success rate is incredibly low, and it easily backfires." Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "It’s more than that." "Hmm?" Zhao Yi heard this, lifted the band on his forehead, and after the flesh stitches twitched a couple of times, he exclaimed, "How did he do it? Two infant grievances ended up on that woman!" This is no ordinary living curse because it is both a cursed object and the curse caster. In theory, such a thing shouldn’t even be possible. Li Zhiyuan: "The Mother and Child Linked Heart Spell, he made that woman eat the two newborn dead infants." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi felt his scalp tingle, and even the flesh stitches between his eyebrows slightly closed. More frightening than such utterly inhuman curse-crafting methods was the fact that this boy could articulate the process and principles so plainly. "Are you also skilled in cursing, Your Excellency?" "Not skilled, never done it." "Then how could Your Excellency..." "I told you, my hometown’s basement is filled with many useless books." Zhao Yi sighed helplessly, oh, you’re brushing me off again. Li Zhiyuan silently placed a finger upon his own brow. Zhao Yi, seeing this, thought the boy was mocking him at first, but when the boy closed his eyes, he vaguely sensed something amiss. Was this... ghost-walking? But what could he possibly want to do by ghost-walking at this moment? The woman was berserk, constantly attacking Mr. Tian, and no matter how Mr. Tian dodged or cut at her, the woman showed no fear, felt no pain, only intent on blocking Mr. Tian. Every time Mr. Tian tried to break away and go after Zhao Xilu, the woman would emit the cries of two infants, making Mr. Tian dizzy and unsteady and eventually trapping him. Zhao Xilu’s immediate response was to climb the wall and escape, but the house’s Array had been altered; it allowed entry but no exit. Finding escape impossible, Zhao Xilu turned back to seek out his great-grandmother. He genuinely didn’t care about his great-grandmother; if it weren’t for that old hag hoarding the real family secrets, especially the life-extending techniques, he’d have thought of a way to kill her long ago. But now that the family was in such chaos, "our people" must huddle together for warmth. However, as soon as he stepped out of the arch and reached the hall entrance, he saw two piles of black ash on the ground, obviously remnants of two blasted cursed grievances. His great-grandmother herself was being relentlessly pummeled and kicked by a muscular man and a tall, sinister young man. This was beyond mere resistance; the opponents were clearly toying with his great-grandmother, intent on torturing her to death. His great-grandmother’s situation was even worse than his own. As for his sister Zhao Mengyao, she was being whipped and beaten by another woman wielding a whip, rolling on the ground and wailing in pain.