Wang Xi flicked his finger.
Three sparks landed on the three corpses.
FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!
The bodies instantly ignited in brownish-red flames. In less than a few breaths, they were all reduced to ashes, leaving no trace behind.
Wang Xi bent down, picked up the broom on the ground, and examined it.
"Strange Wooden Broom: A broom that accompanied Mrs. Zhang Sr. for twenty years. She often used it to sweep the side rooms and courtyard, telling it stories of the Zhang Family's past.
For some unknown reason, even when the old lady was advanced in age with failing eyesight, as long as she held this broom, she could see her surroundings clearly on the darkest of nights.
Originally an old balance rod from the Zhang Family pawnshop, it witnessed the rise and fall of countless families in Qingwei Town. The old lady once used it to discipline her fourth son, who was addicted to 'Dream Porcelain Shards.' After it broke, it was repurposed into a broom handle."
'This broom...'
