Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

But he didn’t anticipate his own lack of skill. Not only did the ritual fail, but it also affected Xue Zhong’s soul, causing him to lose the memory of the ceremony. Most absurdly, Xue Meng accidentally pushed out his own soul.

“…” Ji Jing was left speechless by the sheer absurdity of the situation; only Xue Meng could pull off something like this. When it came to taking risks, Xue Meng was undoubtedly a heavyweight!

“You really dared to do it!” Liao Xiao, who had a foot in the story, found it quite entertaining.

“Of course!” Xue Meng was about to continue, but he suddenly saw Xue Zhong waving for his attention in the distance, seeming to have encountered some trouble. “I need to go check on something; you all continue eating!”

Xue Meng hurriedly left.

Today, Xue’s father was the head chef, unaware of the true situation. He only knew that these young people with diverse styles had brought his son back and even his long-lost younger son, so he decided to personally prepare the meal as a gesture of gratitude.

Xue Zhong had given his father the explanation that he was adopted but had been suffering from chronic illnesses for most of these years. He carefully crafted a harmonious lie, but he couldn’t fill in the gap of the lost time during these past several years. Therefore, Xue Meng had to create an environment for Xue Zhong to bond with his father, like the kitchen at this gathering.

However, Xue Zhong had seldom entered the kitchen, let alone helped out, so he had to call Xue Meng over when difficulties arose.

“What happened after that? What about Wu Lin?” Liao Xiao, seeing the three Xue family members happily interacting in the kitchen, didn’t press Xue Meng further and turned his attention to Mingze.

“According to the law, he was sentenced to death,” Mingze’s words were concise and resolute.

Understood, he met a gruesome end. The various supernatural creatures silently read between the lines.

“Hmph, he got what he deserved,” Jiang Tao coldly remarked. “He also left behind a huge mess to clean up.”

“What mess?” Xue Zhong asked curiously.

“He had a Soul Shackling Lock in his possession. The underworld is busy investigating who lost it. There’s also the matter of the woman he had confined – how to deal with her. Most importantly, he marked a large number of humans who met his criteria in search of a suitable vessel, and we have no idea how to remove those marks!” Liao Xiao counted off on his fingers. “This mark isn’t just visible to Wu Lin; all the ghosts and monsters can see it. It’s as if someone innocent suddenly becomes the most conspicuous figure in a crowd. Who wouldn’t attract unwanted attention?”

Talking about this, Ji Jing was also quite troubled. This Wu Lin had been causing trouble for a thousand years, marking so many people, and now they had to find each victim and convince them to trust these strangers and take the prescribed medication. It was almost harder than climbing to the sky!

They couldn’t find a solution right away, so Liao Xiao waved his hand. “Let’s not discuss this anymore. How did Xue Meng, a kid who had never touched the occult before, manage to conduct such a complicated ritual? Could it be he has extraordinary talent?”

Even if it was an unfinished project, it was still quite extraordinary!

“Hmph, of course, I taught him!” Suddenly, a young voice came from above, responding proudly. “Who?” Ji Jing looked up in the direction of the voice but only saw the empty tile roof and the clear blue sky, with no other presence in sight..