The Old Master sighed, "Looking at you, little rascal, you won't last much longer anyway. You've messed up my tombstone so badly, you might as well come down and join your grandpa, sharing the ghost path in the netherworld with me." Hearing this, Old Mr. Sun immediately lost his composure.

His already trembling body stopped shaking. Old Mr. Sun muttered to himself that it was utterly absurd for the Old Master to take him away; Old Mr.

Sun still wanted a few more days of life: "Grandpa, I don't think that's necessary. I'll just ask Master Zhou and the others to move your tombstone, no big deal. I'll just pay them more after the matter is settled." "You little son of a dog, it’s because you’ve done too much bad!

So many people have wanted to dig up my grave. Look at us now—not only is our Sun family about to lose its line, but we can't even keep a son-in-law safe. Ah, forget it, there’s no point talking too much with you.

You can't even have children now, so deal with it yourself. If you provoke Master Zhou again, I won't be responsible for how he handles you." After speaking, the Old Master turned and dissolved into a puff of green smoke, drilling back into the bones. When Old Mr.

Sun saw the Old Master gone, he let out a long sigh, and his body began to tremble again: "Ah, Master Zhou, you handle it as you see fit. I won't meddle in your technical matters. After this is done, I will give you a handsome gift.

That female ghost just now, she must be the one who killed my grandson, right? I see I can’t fight her either, so just forgive her." Zhou Huan looked at Old Mr. Sun with a hint of satisfaction.

Behind Zhou Huan, a car screeched to a halt, and Mr. Wang jumped out. As soon as Mr.

Wang got out of the car, he walked swiftly up to Old Mr. Sun: "You old fox, you locked me in your house and sneaked out by yourself!" He looked around, and his mind instantly grasped the situation: "Old Mr. Sun, were you planning to deal with Zhou Huan?

Well, looks like you got dealt with instead, eh?" "What nonsense. When you get old, you get muddled in everything you do. I think I’ll just find a place to enjoy my retirement." This Old Mr.

Sun was like someone with a psychiatric disorder; his sense of right and wrong shifted constantly with his mood, just like a preschooler. Mr. Wang put his hands on his hips and stared at Old Mr.

Sun with deliberate mockery: "I see, Old Mr. Sun, you’ve reverted to childhood. You stay here in your villa and rest.

Stop overthinking everything all day. Aren't your family members handling things outside?" Old Mr. Sun’s eyes darted around.

He patted the dust off his clothes and loudly called out: "Everyone, come over and apologize to Master Zhou. Today’s business is concluded. Tomorrow, everyone will accompany me for a picnic in the suburbs." Mr.

Wang was delighted and let out a hearty burst of laughter: "Now that's more like it! Count me in for tomorrow's feast." "We apologize, Master Zhou, we’re leaving!" The men Old Mr. Sun had called over painfully struggled to their feet, bowed to Zhou Huan, and quickly withdrew from the scene, leaving only Zhou Huan and his group behind.

Zhou Huan sent away the vengeful spirits who had come to assist, retrieved Ruan Xiangning, placing her back into the stone she carried, and then departed by car, heading straight for Zhou Huan's Hall of Longevity and Fortune. Upon entering the hall, Zhou Huan pulled Ruan Xiangning out again. He found a large sheet of white paper and wrote a few characters on it: The Memorial Tablets of Those Harmed by Ruan Xiangning.

He then hung this white paper before the offering table: "Ruan Xiangning, and the bodies of those whose relatives we couldn't find—I will summon their souls here shortly. I will try to have them forgive you themselves before arranging for your reincarnation and salvation. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." Ruan Xiangning's lonely eyes looked at Zhou Huan, then down at the infant in her arms: "Child, did you hear?

We must have the forgiveness of all these deceased souls before we can be reborn." The child let out a cry, then looked at Zhou Huan and smiled, as if expressing great trust in him, looking immensely happy. Zhou Huan flicked a grain of glutinous rice into the air, then retrieved some chicken blood, dipped his finger in it, and caught the falling rice perfectly. He swiftly turned and flicked the grain onto the note he had just written.

Then, Zhou Huan chanted: "Souls written on the paper, manifest now! Next, all spirits return to your places. It is best that none of you miss this good opportunity." Hong Kun and Shi Bingyuan stood guard at the door.

In less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, a massive throng of solitary spirits appeared at the entrance of the Hall of Longevity and Fortune. "Holy crap, Master, seriously?!" Hong Kun looked at Zhou Huan, then at Ruan Xiangning, pointing at her: "You... you killed this many people?" Ruan Xiangning nodded silently.

Zhou Huan frowned slightly: "Xiangning, this truly shouldn't have happened. Over these few centuries, you actually managed to kill so many people?" "Yes, I killed them." As she spoke, Ruan Xiangning knelt down on both knees and kowtowed to the solitary spirits gathered at the entrance: "I, Ruan Xiangning, beg for your forgiveness here. I swear I will never slaughter the innocent again.

If any of you have a wish, or if you cannot forgive me, please state your demands. I will do my utmost to fulfill them. If you wish for my soul to be extinguished, I am willing, so please allow my infant to pass smoothly into reincarnation." Zhou Huan sat cross-legged.

Shi Bingyuan quickly approached him: "Master, so many solitary spirits. If we have to save them, even batch salvation takes days of rituals one by one. How are we supposed to manage this?" "No rush, let's see first.

Hopefully, some will change their minds and save us some trouble," Zhou Huan said, though not with ease, as it was an entire mass of souls. "Master, perhaps we should contain them first, or there won't be room in here, and we might overload the place," Hong Kun said anxiously. Zhou Huan immediately formed hand seals.

"You two, guard the door tightly. Only allow one out at a time and only one in after that. Do not let even one extra soul through.

I’ll first look for the few people Ruan Xiangning killed recently." "Understood, Master, don't worry!" Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun said with false ease. Zhou Huan flipped his hand seals and continuously searched through the ghost crowd. But since there were too many ghosts, searching this way was troublesome.

He could only first separate those who died within seven days from those who died earlier, because souls who died within the first seven days have no one burning paper offerings for them until after the initial seven-day period, which continues until the forty-ninth day. "Listen up, Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun, I will start flicking ghosts with glutinous rice. For those you hit, push them back, but be careful not to scatter their souls.

Remember this!" Zhou Huan finalized the division of labor. Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun dared not blink, focusing on Zhou Huan's glutinous rice, preparing their talismans and the hand seals Zhou Huan had just taught them. "Swish, swish!" The grains of rice rained down into the ghost crowd.

There were simply too many solitary spirits; Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun were truly struggling to hold them back. The spirits surged toward the hall in waves. Shi Bingyuan followed Zhou Huan's initial command, only allowing one solitary spirit in at a time.

Meanwhile, Hong Kun was using hand seals and talismans to knock the ghosts away. Quite a few managed to sneak away on their own. In less than twenty minutes, only a dozen or so ghosts remained from the massive street crowd.

Only then did Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun breathe a sigh of relief: "Master, let these last ten or so in." "No, it's easier to manage them inside the hall. Once they're in, can they leave?" Zhou Huan said sternly. He then tried to save one of the newly summoned ghosts, but even Zhou Huan couldn't make it leave.

This ghost only mumbled: "Can't die for nothing... can't die for nothing!" Zhou Huan could see that the ghost's eyes were glazed over as it stared fixedly at Ruan Xiangning, looking as if it intended to consume her. "Brother, you're a newly deceased ghost.

Sit down first. Staring at her won't help. Do you want me to save you first?" Zhou Huan asked.

This ghost was quite amusing; it sat down but kept its gaze fixed on Ruan Xiangning, muttering in a deep voice: "Master Zhou, send me away. I see she's kneeling quite laboriously. I originally wanted to argue with her, but seeing this infant, I can’t bear to let her accompany my soul in death.

Send me away, please." Zhou Huan was exasperated; this fellow was wasting too much time. If he wanted to leave, he should just leave; this was so tedious. Zhou Huan quickly sent off the verbose spirit.

Three solitary spirits stood awkwardly at the entrance. Shi Bingyuan blocked them, while Hong Kun cleared the area at the door, finally shouting: "Alright, Master, it’s all done! I’m exhausted...

Ah!" As Hong Kun spoke, he turned around and saw the three ghosts struggling against Shi Bingyuan, who was blocking the gap between him and the door. Zhou Huan, having just finished dealing with another ghost inside, called out to Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun: "You two can come in now. Let the three of them come in together." Zhou Huan made a swift decision; he decided to handle the three ghosts simultaneously, which would save energy compared to dealing with them one by one.

"Master, these three, what should we do about them?" Shi Bingyuan asked Zhou Huan. Zhou Huan smiled: "They are difficult. How to handle them depends on how Ruan Xiangning and the three souls resolve this issue." Ruan Xiangning remained kneeling on the floor, speaking with utmost sincerity: "Three wronged ones, whatever your demands, I am willing to agree, as long as it is something I, Ruan Xiangning, can accomplish." The three souls stared at her, their eyes fixed.

Their six ghostly eyes were glazed, and scarlet blood streamed from their corners. When they opened their mouths, a foul odor billowed out: "You killed us, and you think we'll let you off just like that? Hahaha, we're taking you with us." The three ghosts simultaneously reached out to grab Ruan Xiangning, then turned back woodenly to look at Zhou Huan: "Master Zhou, send us away, or we won't even forgive her child!" Zhou Huan saw what the three ghosts intended and asked them: "What are you taking her for?

You go through your reincarnation, leave her here; she has her own karma." "Hahaha, do you think we are fools? We won't let her slip away from our sight just like that. Here’s the deal: we’ll take her with us through reincarnation.

We’ll all be reborn into the same family, and we'll make her serve the three of us. Killing us absolutely cannot go unpunished, hahahaha!" The more the three souls laughed, the more blood streamed from their eyes, pouring out in torrents.