What Do You Mean by Digging Out the Divine Bones for the Good-For-Nothing You Promised?

Xie Jingxing had been a doormat for sixteen years and was regarded as a useless person by the entire clan. Until the uncle's family died tragically on the cliff, he walked towards the ancestral hall carrying a fire stick. "This loser still wants revenge?" The clan elders sneered. He swept away the century-old stone lion with one stick and slowly pulled out a shining golden bone from its spine. "Those who dug up the bones of my parents back then, should they get out on their own, or should I invite them?" The beams and pillars of the ancestral hall suddenly cracked, and seven boneless corpses fell out. Xie Jingxing kicked the corpse: "Oh, it seems you are choosing the third way - to be beaten to death after being angry with me?"