Look at the Mess You've Left Behind

Looking at the herbal gift pack Nangong Sanba had taken out, Nangong Wuyue felt an itch in her spine. She smacked her brother on the shoulders and said, "Brother, would you believe it if I told you that I would've whipped you with my tail if this was a different occasion?"

Nangong Sanba did not get what she meant. "What's wrong? Do you know how important this thing is to people with anal fissures?"

Hao Ren quietly put his hand on Nangong Sanba's shoulders. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a classic car in his periphery, hustling towards them—Ogyust was back, coincidentally.

"Tuck your Chinese herbal gift pack away. The old man could get irritated and kill himself along with you." Hao Ren grinned. "Let's just play it by ear, and see if Ogyust knows about the legend of the witch. If the Rakikh Family's lost it, we'll use solving the curse of the evil spirit as an excuse."