Both Zhao Jiuge and Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery looked at each with serious expressions. Yu Qingshan blinked a few times and then quickly explained what had happened here.

It turned out that several months ago, during the time of annual worship, Yu Qingshan brought his eldest son, Yu Chunsheng, and a large group of servants back to the ancestral home. During the worship at the ancestral temple, a few people’s faces suddenly became distorted and pale. Then they inexplicably fell to the ground.

They convulsed on the ground for a while, and their faces were pale and seemed to dry up. When they died, their eyes were filled with horror. Their deaths were horrifying and too sudden. Most importantly, no one knew how they had died.

At that moment, the entire village sunk into chaos, and many relatives came to see what was happening.

After the Yu family became rich, they had come back to worship at the temple every year, and nothing like this had happened before. Yu Qingshan was worried, so he led a group of people to find the reason. Even a few elders in the village had gone to find out what had happened. However, the next day, a few more people suddenly...