If the descendants of the Wang family are unworthy of their moral status and enjoy the fortune of being a prince, they will surely suffer backlash, and future generations will suffer.

This is the case with the Wang family now. The place where corpses have been kept has been growing for many years, even Chen Feng frowned.

"Why is this coffin standing upright?"

Suddenly, a craftsman in the cemetery said with some horror.

"Aren't coffins always placed horizontally? Why are they placed vertically? Why do they still stink?"

Several craftsmen looked at each other with some fear in their eyes.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

"Both of you, please give me the birth date of the deceased. If the birth date is conflicting, I'm afraid I have to leave here temporarily."

Chen Feng said while looking towards the coffin.

"Humph, so what if I don't give it to you? It's superstition. It's all superstition."

Wang Xian was furious.
Chapter completed!