"I understand, Father."
Chen Abao looked solemnly at her father, painfully rubbing her head, accidentally rubbing it out of place, then straightening it again, saying: "I have listened more seriously than you to what Young Master Hu said."
"Father, you treat the reincarnated as evil spirits, even though you all know that they were actually invited by the Daluo Dharma Sect, yet you still refuse to believe them."
"But I have listened to their reasoning, and I even think what they say is quite good."
"..."
The Chen Family's Head, face already somewhat cold, shouted: "Shut up, Abao, you shouldn't say such things."
"Father, I know the real purpose of sending these uncles out to block the curse."
Chen Abao turned her head to look at the hall, where there was still an iron coffin, she paused before saying: "I also know why you want my brother to guard here."
"But it's quite meaningless, Father."
