Feng Jiu lowered her eyes, concealing the flash of light in her eyes.
Because the breath on her body was clean.
This was not the first time the old woman had said these words.
"Old lady, how is the vengeful spirit formed?" She asked in a soft voice that carried a hint of curiosity.
"It is made from the essence of heaven and earth. The newly formed vengeful spirit is the primordial spirit which floats about in an unfixed place. It becomes a vengeful spirit after swallowing resentment." She said in a hoarse voice and looked at Feng Jiu: "Little girl, is there anything else you want to ask?"
"Yes." She stood up with one hand on her belly and crinkled up her face: "Old lady, where is the toilet? My tummy hurts."
The old woman looked at her and pointed in a direction with her skinny finger: "Straight through there and then turn left."
"Oh, I thought it was at the back." She looked towards the back of the ancestral hall.
