The magic power flashing with lightning in his body seemed a little restless.

The crackling made Wu Kui feel a little numb.

Then:

It whizzed around in a circle, and after Wu Kui's finger touched the bead, it fell into silence...

Seeing Wu Kui's strange behavior, the old man was a little relieved, and then sighed a little sadly:

"You are a good boy, not like the one in my house."

Then, he slowly wrapped the beads with a piece of cloth:

"This is the only thing left. It cannot be burned. He is still thinking about us, the descendants."

"I burned the others and scattered the ashes..."

"I also had cancer, and He asked Deha to spare half of my life."

"I want to stay with Him."

The old man took the wrapped beads to Wu Kui again:

"I keep this thing because I am afraid that if I think about it, I will have bad thoughts and make my ancestors lose their face."

"In the future, if you become a witch and go back to the mountains to practice witchcraft, don't forget to call me by my name."

Wu Kui hesitated for a while, then took it.

This time, perhaps because of the cloth, she didn't feel anything strange.

"I...I don't know witchcraft."

Wu Kui hesitated for a while, but decided to tell the truth frankly.

"You definitely can't. If you could, He wouldn't leave."

"But your surname is Wu, and you have obtained his beads, you will always come back to worship your ancestors."

"Just take me with you then."

"Witches are not magic, baby."
Chapter completed!