"I want you to guard Miao Wu’s tomb for a year."
Old Miao spoke bluntly, without any unnecessary words.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Jin froze montarily, then raised an audacious brow. "Are you kidding ? After ten years, you want to guard her tomb? On what grounds?"
"I know this request troubles you," Old Miao sighed and said, "Recently, our village has been plagued with incidents, and the surroundings are chaotic. I want to relocate Miao Wu’s tomb back to the village so she can peacefully enter the ancestral hall."
"The village turmoil and surrounding chaos are connected to Miao Wu?" Nangong Jin let out a faint, icy smile. "Don’t tell it’s her vengeful spirit causing trouble."
Old Miao didn’t respond imdiately. He remained silent for a mont before saying, "Our ancient witch clan harbors many untold taboos. It’s better if you don’t know them. Besides, the governnt is about to develop that desolate mountain. If her tomb isn’t moved, then Miao Wu will truly have no resting place."
"That’s simple, isn’t it? Just relocate her tomb—end of story. What does this have to do with ? Back then, your grandson committed such heinous deeds, and I took the bla for your family. Not to ntion the hefty compensation I paid you. Now you co to threaten again. Your ancient witch clan certainly embodies so twisted sense of honor."
Nangong Jin’s gaze turned unbearably cold, brimming with disdain.
"I know I bear the bla." Old Miao did not argue but instead maintained a sincere deanor. "Yet, our ancient witch clan has its rules. For Miao Wu to relocate her tomb and enter the ancestral hall, a man must guard her tomb for a year. You know that she had a child out of wedlock, violating our clan’s grave taboo, even more so as the child was stillborn. The father of that child must guard her tomb for a year before the ancestors permit the relocation and entry into the hall."
"Tsk..." Nangong Jin sneered derisively, "Wasn’t the father of the child your own grandson? Wouldn’t employing a fake one risk angering your ancestors?"
After saying this, Nangong Jin paused briefly and continued, "Besides, I’ve already carried enough of Miao Wu’s baggage. Any more, and it surpasses my limits. Guarding her tomb—this I absolutely cannot agree to."
"I understand." Old Miao nodded. "We would never dare deceive the ancestors. So, you’d only be guarding symbolically. In actuality, my worthless grandson would still bear the responsibility. We’re rely borrowing your na."
Nangong Jin’s face fell into an icy deanor. "My na is very precious. Can you afford to borrow it?"
Old Miao’s expression beca troubled. "Master Jin, if you truly refuse, then I have no choice but to resort to force."
"Curse with your witchcraft?" Nangong Jin coldly arched a brow, "Don’t forget—you swore a blood pact, using the most sacred oath of your ancient witch clan, never to use witchcraft on anyone from the Nangong family, and that it would last for eternity."
"Correct." Old Miao nodded. "But that oath does not apply to your future wife."
"Heh." Nangong Jin’s face turned frosty. "You are remarkably adept at exploiting loopholes. If it’s just about borrowing a na, why not find so random man?"
"Because you took on that matter back then. Everyone in the village knows."
"So what you’re saying is you’d rather threaten than protect your grandson?"
Old Miao lowered his head. That incident back then was undeniably a family disgrace. Even now, it remains a shaful matter. Naturally, he had to shield his own kin.
"I have no other choice." Old Miao’s voice carried a hint of desolation. "I hope Master Jin can agree. Just one year—it’ll pass quickly. Consider it the final thing you do for Miao Wu and the Miao Family."
"Why the hell should I!" Nangong Jin abruptly erupted in fury, his peach blossom eyes instantly blazing with rage.
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