"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 momentarily, then raised an audacious brow. "Are you kidding me? After ten years, you want me 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 me it's her vengeful spirit causing trouble."
