After a night of heavy rain, news that someone had dug up the Li family ancestral tombs spread throughout Panlong Mountain.
Servants of every rank in the Li household whispered among themselves, wondering who could be so bold as to dig up the Li family tombs.
If the culprit were caught, the Li family would surely have them hacked to pieces to satisfy their fury.
In less than half an hour, the culprit was revealed.
The one who had dug up the Li family tombs was none other than Li Wuju, the discarded son of the Li family patriarch.
Was he the frail young boy who had done odd jobs around the Li household since childhood, eating nothing but a roasted potato every day, even during New Year and other major holidays, and often getting bullied by the servants?
The Li family servants were shocked that he would dig up the ancestral tombs.
The Li family was even more shocked that the wretch was still alive.
Li Wuju’s plan was to use his life to deal the Li family a vicious blow before he died. It didn’t matter anyway, since he wouldn’t live much longer.
Ever since he was born, the Li family had been poisoning him.
His chest and back were covered in countless sword marks the size of fingertips. As time passed, the marks would slowly creep up toward his head.
In the end, Li Wuju would die with his head exploding. The poison was called [Ten Thousand Swords Slaughter].
That was why he would not live to see twenty.
