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Oh no. This is bad!

Jacob Grey wailed, “Travis Head, help me prepare a coffin. I want a crystal one. Next year on this day, remember to burn more paper money for me.”

Travis Head: …

Wasn’t he calm just a second ago? Why was he acting like he was about to die now? Sure, this was troublesome, but it wasn’t something that couldn’t be solved. Was it really that scary?

“Little ancestor