"This... I really can't explain this to the higher-ups, so this is the only way," Xiao Li said, handing a thick stack of documents to Zhou Huan. Zhou Huan opened them, immediately shook his head, and let out a long sigh.

"Alas, if we severely punish him, perhaps he won't die, but if we don't, his death is certain," Zhou Huan stated definitively.

Xiao Li collected the village chief's confession that Zhou Huan had brought and turned back, saying, "Master Zhou, I know you want to save his life, but the higher-ups won't let us touch him. He's connected to the Provincial Department, who are overseeing this matter. Furthermore, people from the Provincial Department will arrive within two or three days. I truly have no other options, Master Zhou. You should pack up and prepare to return to Andong."

"Hmph, fine then, this rabble!" Zhou Huan stopped speaking there. He took Hong Kun and went directly to the Public Security Bureau, pulled Xiao He away, and they returned to the inn. For the entire day, the six of them remained silent.

Yang Xiaoling, however, wept continuously for a whole day. It wasn't until evening that she could hold back no longer and spoke, "Brother Huan, this matter can't just end like this. What about Grandpa's case? Are we just going to let him die unjustly?"

"No. The fingerprints on Grandpa's photograph belong to someone from the Provincial Department, and the photo itself records the scene of their transaction with the Song faction. Since many people know about this, some who knew have fled, some have been detained, and several others have been victimized..." Zhou Huan fell into a prolonged silence, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet again.

Suddenly, a flash of light erupted from the small room in the inn, followed by a figure standing at the window. Everyone clearly saw that the figure was Yang Xiaoling's grandfather. Blood was streaming from his eyes, and his mouth was twitching uncontrollably. His lips formed the silent word: "Injustice."

"Grandpa!" Yang Xiaoling rushed to the window, wanting to reach out and touch his grandfather's body, but she couldn't, for they belonged to two different worlds.

The soul outside the window stared intently at Zhou Huan. Finally, he managed to speak, "Zhou Huan, you are a poor excuse for a teacher. With such great evil left unchecked, you might as well be me, staying here and staring blankly." As soon as the words fell, the grandfather's shadow gradually faded until it vanished.

Yang Xiaoling cried until she lost her voice. Zhou Huan's brow was deeply furrowed, his eyes filled with loss.

At that moment, Wang Xiaohe's phone rang. It was Xiao Li again: "Sister Wang, the Provincial Department personnel arrive tomorrow morning. The Bureau’s instruction is for all of us who were involved to go and welcome them." The tone on the other end of the line was very stiff, as if the instruction had been forced upon him.

"Understood. I will go directly to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow to meet them," Wang Xiaohe said, hanging up and looking at Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan shook his head. "Well, it's no surprise that people are dead this time. It's fine, though. With the key people gone, this whole affair can be dropped."

It was a quiet night, a rare respite. Zhou Huan and the others slept soundly until a crimson sun reached its zenith, and they slowly began to stir. Before they could even fully get ready, both Zhou Huan's and Wang Xiaohe's phones rang again.

"Sister Wang, hurry! Get Master Zhou here too! Something terrible has happened—the Provincial Department's car overturned and fell into a ravine! Not a single survivor! Ask Master Zhou to give them a proper send-off." The voice on the other end was loud. Before Xiao He could respond, Zhou Huan snatched the phone.

"Xiao Li, listen carefully: immediately dispatch men to detain the two from the Song faction, and Director Li too—make sure they don't escape!" The call was abruptly ended. Zhou Huan prepared his supplies and left with only Hong Kun, Wang Xiaohe, and Yang Xiaoling, leaving Dongzi and Da Luobo to guard their belongings.

The group sped towards the Public Security Bureau. The moment Wang Xiaohe got out of the car, she saw Xiao Li's men also arriving at the scene. Everyone rushed upstairs. Zhou Huan followed behind them as they burst into the director's office. The door was locked tight; it wouldn't budge.

Zhou Huan pulled out an incantation talisman, chanting, "This door obstructs; open!" With a flash of sparks, the door slammed open as if blasted apart. But when the door swung wide, everyone present froze. Some people's faces turned pale, and they collapsed onto the floor.

At that moment, a young woman ran from the end of the corridor. She was Director Li's daughter. When she saw the scene inside, she crumpled to the ground, stammering unintelligibly, "D...Daddy..."

"Everyone listen up! Immediately seal off this scene! When have you people never seen a dead body? You're all trembling like this? Scared, aren't you?" Wang Xiaohe was strict with her soldiers. A few police officers rushed into the room. They saw Director Li suspended from the ceiling chandelier, a bloody ligature mark around his neck, blood dripping rhythmically. His tongue was sticking out extremely long, and blood, just like Old Man Yang's, was flowing from his eyes.

Just as a few officers reached out to lower him, there was a sudden flash of light. Strangely, Yang Xiaoling's camera had turned on by itself, but the flash hadn't come from her camera. However, every movement the officers made to lower Director Li was perfectly captured by the camera.

Zhou Huan shook his head, his eyes filled with disillusionment and disappointment. "Old man, what was all that for? After you dealt with them, you can never return to the underworld. No matter how far the wind blows you, do you think it was worth losing the chance for reincarnation?"

Zhou Huan’s words seemed to have an effect. Another flash occurred, and above Director Li’s suspended body, the figure of Old Man Yang appeared. This time, his form was truly clear; even those who hadn't rubbed the talisman ash could see him. Curiously, Old Man Yang's face was perfectly smooth; the previous sight of blood streaming from his eyes and thick fluid from his mouth was gone. Apart from a deathly pale complexion, he looked nothing like a ghost.

"Zhou Huan, remember this: with their deaths, my resentment is gone. You can handle the rest. All the evidence is in the camera. I’ve gone all in this time. If you see me again, it’ll probably be because the wind blew me right in front of you. I can't return to the Underworld, I can't even reach the Middle Realm; I can only drift. Thank you. I wonder if I should call you 'Grandson-in-law'?" After speaking, the old man laughed heartily, and this time, genuine, crystalline tears flowed from his eyes.

Zhou Huan nodded. "Grandpa, travel safely. I will see you off!" Zhou Huan recited, "Humans and ghosts share sympathy; over ten thousand miles of wind and cloud, drift where you may. Go well, go well!"

But as Zhou Huan finished his chant, another soul emerged next to Grandpa. This soul’s power was no less than the old man's. It was Director Li. This time, Li's tongue resembled a dog's, nearly dragging on the floor. Blood leaked from his eyes, and pus dripped from his mouth. His hands were strangling Grandpa’s neck. "You old wretch, you think you can just leave? I'll accompany you if you’re going to drift! Let's fight it out and see who’s tougher. You killed me, but I still haven't gotten over the grudge!"

Seeing the two ghosts causing a ruckus, Zhou Huan waved his hand, deploying a sight-blocking talisman. He then said, "Stop watching. They are both gone now. Lower the body and prepare to clear the scene. Otherwise, it will be difficult when the bodies from the Provincial Department arrive."

"Zhou Huan, how dare you!" Director Li’s soul threatened him. Old Man Yang immediately grabbed Li.

"You bastard, I could be your father! You dare threaten me? When I was fighting in the war, you weren't even a twitching muscle yet! Let's go, come take a walk outside with your dad, hahaha!" Old Man Yang truly had a way. He seized Director Li's head and flew out the window. Simultaneously, he waved to Zhou Huan. Director Li screamed and cursed, but Old Man Yang only left one final message: "Take good care of Xiaoling. You don't need to come and worship me. Live well!"

Strangely, though the sky outside was clear, a sudden wind whipped up. Watching both souls distort and drift away with the gale, Zhou Huan heard a familiar voice: "Damn it, he's ascended to immortality, moving with the wind!" He turned to see Xiao Li.

"How can you see them too?" Zhou Huan asked Xiao Li.

Xiao Li chuckled sheepishly. "Of course, I can see them. Did you forget, Master Zhou, you once gave me a copy of the Longevity Master Talismans you wrote?"

"Oh, I did say that. So you actually studied it. That's good. This way, you can handle emergency cases whenever they arise, so you don't always have to call me."

"How could I possibly be qualified to do what you do? It's better if you handle the scene in person."

Zhou Huan waved to the others. "Disperse. The matter is concluded. Nothing left to handle. Let's go, let's go!"

Xiao Li stayed behind to manage the scene, while Wang Xiaohe left the Public Security Bureau carrying a stack of evidence, confessions, and other materials. Zhou Huan laughed towards the sky: "Heaven has its Way, ghosts have their Way, but men have no Way. Fallen leaves always return to their roots. It is fate!"