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“What a load of rubbish!” Whitebeard sneered.

Nash slapped Whitebeard in the face.

His mouth and nose were bleeding. Several of his teeth even flew out.

The Borleys trembled slightly.

Nash glanced at Whitebeard and asked casually, “Was I talking to

you?”

Whitebeard gritted his teeth but was helpless. He secretly vowed to kill this little bastard when he joined the Southern Martial Alliance.

Cindel took a deep breath. “Why should we believe you?”

Nash turned to look at the villa. Yellow Crane quickly walked to him

with his hands behind his back.

With an angry look on his face, he stared at one of the men and shouted, “Who are you to Iron Will Borley?”

The middle-aged man trembled all over. His eyes widened as he hesitated, “I… I am his great- grandson!”

Iron Will Borley was his great-grandfather’s nickname. Except for members of the family, it was impossible for outsiders to know.

Yellow Crane said angrily, “Iron Will Borley is my great-grandson. I’m Greg Borley, your ancestor!”

Everyone in the Borleys looked at each other.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, “I

don’t believe it. This is too ridiculous!”

Nash turned around and asked Greg, who had possessed Yellow

Crane, “Can you possess their body?”

Yellow Crane shook his head. “They have strong light energy, so I

can’t possess them. The Snow man was infected with dark energy in

the tomb, so I blew out his light spark to possess him!”

Nash smiled slightly. He lifted his hand to draw a seal and used his

fingers to draw out a bright light. He then extinguished the light spark

above Cindel’s head.

Greg left Yellow Crane and took a step forward to possess Cindel.

Suddenly, there was anger on Cindel’s face. “Do you believe I’m Greg

Borley now? If you still don’t believe me, I’ll appear in your dreams

every night!”

Hamish gulped and whispered, “Dad.. C-Could he really be

ancestor?”

The middle-aged man shook his head. “I don’t believe in the

supernatural!”

Cindel was furious. “Damn it, I can’t stand you!”

Hamish said angrily, “Cindel, how can you talk to our father like

Cindel was stunned for a moment and then said angrily, “What a

waste to have such an unpleasant name!”

Nash almost choked.

“Forget it. Since you don’t believe me, then I’ll open your Third Eye!”

After that, he bit his finger and wrote a runic incantation on the palm

of his left hand.

Then, he lifted his left hand to the sky.

The incantation shot up the sky.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged. The dark clouds covered

the sky and the sun.

It was broad daylight, but it felt like night at this moment.

Without sunshine, Greg left Cindel’s body.

Nash made another array and extinguished every Borley’s light spark

on the top of their heads.

Only then did everyone notice an old man dressed in an ancient- looking robe with long hair. He was staring at them angrily.

This old man looked exactly like the family’s ancestor in th to.

Dammeet Broley, the middle-aged man, was the first to kneel ground. “Ancestor… You’re really our ancestor!”

Hamish and Cindel quickly followed suit.

The Borleys were where they were today all thanks to this ancest

The family now ran several companies, but this ancestor made his fortune from selling steamed buns.

Greg snorted. “My unfilial sons found a bad burial place for me, whic prevented me from going to the afterlife for 80 years. If the Snow

hadn’t accidentally dug up my grave, I would’ve been a lost soul

forever!”

Dammeet quickly apologized, “Ancestor, we’ll make proper arrangements for your remains immediately!”