People who die become yin souls, consumed mostly by unyielding grievances, gathering yin evil qi, caring little for blood ties or affection.
"You unfilial son, you've finally come back!"
At that moment, a large group of people surged from the side courtyard.
Leading them were two elders, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, wearing mourning clothes that were haphazardly put on, their splendid garments visible underneath.
Unlike Shen Jinghong, these two elders clearly had martial arts training. Despite their old age, they walked briskly and with imposing momentum.
Behind them followed five or six young men who, upon seeing Shen Jinghong, promptly rolled up their sleeves, seemingly ready to beat him up!
"What are you trying to do?!"
Before Shen Jinghong could speak, a white-bearded elder ran from the back courtyard, his eyes wide in anger as he exclaimed,
"What are you trying to do?"
