When I rode back to Golden Eagle Village, it was already dark.

On the night of the Ghost Festival, no one in the village went out, and the streets were empty.

In novels, when great martial artists or thieves steal things, they always wear black cloth masks.

But in reality, the experts smear their faces with a layer of soot.

Not only is it convenient and easy to do, but it also ensures smooth breathing. When they fight, they don't have to worry about it being torn off by someone.

I took out a pack of soot and applied it to my face, ears, and neck. Wearing the black shirt that Cai Xiu gave me, I followed the shadows along the wall and quietly arrived outside the old Diao family mansion.

After making sure there was no one around, I ran a few steps, tiptoed on the wall with the tips of my feet, and clung to the top of the wall. I lay down and looked into the courtyard.

The Diao family was acting strangely today.

The lights in the courtyard had been extinguished long ago, with only a few green lanterns hanging.

A temporary stove was set up in the corner of the courtyard, with a large iron pot boiling the heads of cattle, pigs, and sheep used for ancestral sacrifices that day.

The whole courtyard was filled with the smell of cooking meat and burning firewood.

I bent down, circled around to the rooftop of the west wing, and looked into the main house.

Diao Laijin and Diao Laiyin entered the courtyard from outside.

Diao Laijin asked,

"How is Qiuge doing now?"

"He has returned to tranquility, but he is still unstable," Diao Laiyin said worriedly. "Damn it, he just can't forget the sunrise."

"I'll think of a solution."

Diao Ershen asked,

"We can't let Chaoyang survive until school starts. If Qiuge causes trouble at home again, we have to take action quickly."

Diao Laijin raised an eyebrow,

"It's not that easy. When it comes to killing, we can't leave any evidence."

Diao Laiyin's five sons came out of the eastern room, each holding offerings and incense, walking towards the main house. Diao Shida even carried a live rooster, apparently intending to burn incense and offer sacrifices to the ancestors.

Diao Laiyin signaled the start.

Diao Ershen joyfully said,

"Hurry, hurry. Tonight is the Ghost Festival, the best time for our hungry ghosts to work."

I watched as they all went into the inner room, feeling uneasy.

If it were a normal day, it would be fine, but today's situation was a bit difficult. Even if I could fight my way out, I might end up exposing my identity.

I waited on the roof for a while, catching whiffs of the scent of incense wafting out and hearing someone seemingly reciting something inside.

After waiting for a while, it seemed that they were not done inside yet. I looked around, hoping to find another solution.

At this moment, Diao Ershen came out of the house and happily approached the stove in the courtyard, lifting the lid to check the meat inside.

Seeing this rare opportunity, I quickly took out a small pesticide bottle from my waist.

This is the explosive I made using potassium nitrate fertilizer at Li Laosi's house.

So, you Diao family have your tricks, right? Well, I studied chemical engineering.

I aimed at the opening of the stove and threw the small bottle in.