Chapter 1893 The Third Evil Spirit

"Who else could possibly be laid to rest in the Maynerd family's tomb? It would disrupt the energy within the tomb and bring misfortune to the living." The three cultivators exchanged glances and performed a swift divination. Though skilled, their approach felt too formulaic. Wynter, who had never followed the conventional teachings, saw only one possibility. "That cultivator intends to use these evil spirits to steal the Maynerd family's fortune and blessings." Such trickery was no stranger to her. After all, the Quinnell family had been robbed of their fortune by the same means for the past ten years. Turning to Driscoll, Wynter asked, "If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Maynerd, at what point did your family members begin meeting their demise?" Driscoll remained silent, clenching his fists as his eyes burned with anger toward the evil spirits writhing on the ground. Instead, Celestine spoke up. "It started 27 years ago. In fact, Driscoll isn't the only son in the family. My bro