Zhao Xilu turned and ran back, kneeling in front of the family shrine and using his hands to dig at the debris above. The shrine was already full of cursed objects, now buried underneath. If only he could dig them out, there might still be a chance.
No choice, he couldn't escape, and he didn't want to die, so he could only try his utmost to grasp at any signs of life nearby.
Above, Zhao Yi's expression had already darkened.
Below, Mr. Tian probably sensed something, aware he'd embarrassed himself greatly. Therefore, he no longer held back, veins protruding on his arms, tilting the two daggers downward to cut his own wrists, staining the daggers with blood, connected by a blood chain in between.
Mr. Tian's aura changed as well, pushing forward.
The two masses of infant grievances on the woman's shoulders were intimidated by the blood-stained daggers, letting out terrified screams, causing the woman to continuously retreat.
