Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

After a series of cracking sounds, not only were the ancestral tablets of the Liu family destroyed, but the entire ancestral hall collapsed and tiles flew off, turning into a pile of ruins.

Liu Yidao stood in the ruins, shaking his head to fling away the dirt, revealing only his eyes on his dark face.

His eyes darted around, then he knelt down with a thud, crying, "Father! Mother! Ancestors!"

There was a fortune teller who once said that if the Liu family didn't stop their evil deeds, their ancestors would suffer retribution in the afterlife. Now, this thunderbolt from the sky is exactly what the fortune teller said.

"Heavens above! Is this truly retribution for the many evil deeds my Liu family has committed?"

Liu Yidao knelt on the ground, wailing and crying, while Rong Xian and the third leader, Wen Lian, also crawled up from the ruins.

They shook off the black ash from their bodies, and their appearance was similar to that of Liu Yidao.

The ethereal elegance of the third leader was no longer visible; his white robes had turned blackish-gray.

Unlike Liu Yidao, he didn't wail and cry out. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared thoughtfully at the ancestral hall that had suddenly been blown away by lightning.

Thinking of something, they quickly turned around and looked behind them.

The two fiery red figures ran swiftly and now stood unharmed and clean about fifty meters away from the ancestral hall.

Seeing Wen Lian looking over, the scholar kindly asked him, "Why was the ancestral hall blown up? Are the three of us still going to get married?"

If you're not coming, then the two of us will be the ones to go first!

Ying Yufu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, are you still coming? If you're not coming, shall we go ahead and get married?"

Wen Lian: "..."

"Drag them both away and lock them up!"

Liu Yidao, who was crying bitterly, turned around and roared angrily with a ferocious expression.

Immediately, several bandits, their faces ashen with fear, rushed over and took Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince away.

Wen Lian stared at their backs, lost in thought.

"What does it mean that your boss has locked us up? Are we still going to get married?" Ying Yufu asked.

Several bandits: "..."

One of the bandits angrily shouted, "What kind of marriage is this? Our chief's ancestral tablets have been blown up!"

Ying Yufu immediately raised her hand and said, "Brother Bandit, my brother knows feng shui. Is it because your chief's ancestral grave was poorly located?"

The prince immediately puffed out his chest and said, "Yes, I have some knowledge of feng shui!"

Several bandits: "?"

"Brothers, don't be skeptical, this feng shui is really mysterious."

For example, the same location might have had a different interpretation of feng shui thirty years ago.

"Why don't you take us up there to take a look? What if your boss's ancestral graves exploded too?"

Ying Yufu looked completely sincere.

The bandits looked at each other, their faces paling as they recalled the thunder that had struck from the sky earlier.

"You really know feng shui?" one of the bandits asked the prince with a hint of disbelief.

The crown prince looked mysterious and inscrutable. "Of course, you'll find out when you take us there. If we're too late, the ancestral graves might be blown up, and that wouldn't be good!"

The bandits exchanged glances and said menacingly, "Then you'll come with us. But if you dare to play us for fools, do you know the consequences?"

"No, no, please take us there quickly! If we're too late and it gets blown up, it'll be too late!"

The Crown Prince urged him on.

"Yes, brothers, we two have our eyes on you, Third Master!"

Ying Yufu also said.

The bandits glanced at their wedding attire and thought, "It's true, these two are really enjoying themselves in their wedding clothes."

"Come with us!"

Immediately, Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince followed behind them.

The group arrived at the back of the village and a large number of graves of all sizes came into view.

The grave mounds were clean and arranged in an orderly manner, indicating that they are regularly cleaned.

Several bandits looked at the prince with serious expressions. "Look, is there a problem?"

They were all looking at the Crown Prince, unaware that Ying Yufu had a black sphere in her hand.

The dark, round sphere flew out, and suddenly a muffled thunderclap sounded in the sky.

The crown prince calculated with his fingers, then his expression changed: "Oh no, I'm too late! This spot is bad, really bad!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

Several bandits instinctively chased after him.

Ying Yufu flashed away, grabbed the Crown Prince, and ran off into the distance.

Behind them, lightning flashed down from the sky like white blades, instantly blasting large burial mounds and black coffins into the air, with some white bones vaguely mixed in.

One of the skulls rolled to the feet of several bandits, tripping them up.

They got up, saw what was under them, screamed, and ran away.

Ying Yufu and the prince hid behind a big tree. They looked at each other and, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, ran back into the village on their own.

"Where do we go next?" Ying Yufu asked as she ran.

The prince's eyes gleamed with excitement: "The storeroom! To the storeroom!"

Ying Yufu understood. The bandits of Qinghuang Mountain had committed countless evil deeds, and the government in Yuzhou had failed to effectively suppress them, which made them even more arrogant.

Even more so, the Yuan family was behind the control of Qinghuang Mountain, and they even colluded with Duan Yuqing to frame his second uncle.

If I didn't have a minor epilepsy, I would know that everything in my premonitions would become reality.

"Let's go to the storeroom!"

At this moment, the head of the gang, who was kneeling and weeping in front of the ancestral hall, suddenly stood up and looked over after hearing a loud noise coming from the back mountain.

Everyone in the village saw the snow-white lightning descend from the back mountain.

Then, grave mounds flew everywhere!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Unable to bear it any longer, Liu Yidao roared, "Father! Mother! Ancestors!"

He took off running towards the back of the mountain.

Rong Xian also died; her parents are buried in the back mountain.

Not only them, but everyone in the entire village was devastated, because they too had parents and relatives buried in the back mountains!

Only Wen Lian remained relatively calm. He came to Qinghuang Mountain at the age of ten and had no relatives buried in the back mountain.

In a short time, the village was mostly empty.

So much so that when Ying Yufu and the prince returned, the village was empty.

They strolled around the village casually and finally located the warehouse.

There was no one around the warehouse; they probably all went to the back mountain.

Ying Yufu raised her fist, ready to smash the lock, when the Crown Prince pulled a silver hairpin from his hair, inserted it into the keyhole, and fiddled with it for a while.

A snap.

The lock is open.

Ying Yufu gave a thumbs up in amazement.

The two pushed open the warehouse door and slipped inside.

The two of them froze on the spot.

So flashy!

There were dozens of boxes of gold and silver jewelry; by visual inspection, the silver alone amounted to three million taels.

The gold was worth hundreds of thousands of taels.

The antiques and calligraphy are countless, in boxes and rows.

Everything here was so stunning that it was second only to the awe-inspiring sight of Huang An's tomb.

Ying Yufu didn't stand on ceremony and put everything into her spatial storage.

"Fu'er, there's a mechanism here."

The prince turned the display shelf, and suddenly a hidden door opened. They glanced at it and gasped in shock.

Food, weapons, and armor.

The huge warehouse was filled with military supplies that stretched as far as the eye could see.