"No way!"
The ashes of Tang Shanhong emitted a piercing screech, "How can you destroy the ancestral hall? This is the hard work of the Tang Sect for so many years, how can you destroy it with your own hands?!"
Wait a second.
No.
Zhou Li lowered his head, looking at the pile of ashes left by Chiyou after his death, and that of Tang Shanhong's scowling face, feeling utterly dumbfounded.
My head is spinning.
I've seen zombies, even half-dead zombies.
But talking ashes? What is this?
Clearly, even Jiang Li had never seen ashes turn into a man's face and start screaming. Startled, she took a step back and exclaimed in confusion:
"What is this?"
She was so scared she even blurted out in a Beiliang accent.
"Tang San, I will not allow you to destroy the ancestral hall!"
