A few ghosts drew themselves up, and sure enough, before long the moon in the sky suddenly turned blood-red, but the vibrant scarlet hue was nowhere to be seen. Before these ghosts could exert much effort, a massive shadow sliced across the moonlight—a rectangular object, it moved slowly toward Zhou Huan and the others, ending with a loud boom.

For a moment, everyone present, breathing or not, was stunned, staring at the gigantic stone sarcophagus that had suddenly dropped before Zhou Huan and his group. It was entirely unexpected. Inside the coffin was the desiccated corpse of a woman. This mummy was peculiar; slowly, a wisp of bluish smoke rose, instantly obscuring the red moon that the ghosts had summoned. Then, a low, mumbling sound came from the corpse, "The Crimson Moon is gone." Following that, a deep, hollow female voice carried on the night wind: "You malicious spirits, let me tell you, this Crimson Moon Curse was obtained by my husband after journeys to many Islamic mosques. You want to use it? Not a chance. This is specifically for dealing with those who treated me poorly or harmed me, including everyone here. Since you dared to dig up my tomb, I will never forgive you!"

Hearing this, Zhou Huan felt a surge of anxiety. Just who was this woman? Such powerful necromancy couldn't summon him, yet this mere Crimson Moon Curse brought her here so effortlessly?

"Let me make this clear, this tomb is not for your Liang family; it is mine, the tomb of Tang Shan Cai. Don't think you'll get anything from me, and don't think you can continue to suppress me. You oppressed us servants in life, and now in death, you expect me to accompany you? You are truly ruthless." As she spoke, intense fury emanated from the female corpse, wisps of white smoke swirling around her body. The corpse’s spirit form began to grow continuously larger, the halo around her body constantly expanding.

The few summoned ghosts gathered together, letting out guttural roars. Upon seeing the immense resentment radiating from the female corpse, the few spirits suddenly faltered and collapsed together.

Zhou Huan leaned toward Shi Bingyuan and whispered, "Execute Plan Two."

Shi Bingyuan and Zhou Huan had established two plans beforehand. As soon as the initial ghosts appeared, both men agreed that the second plan wouldn't be necessary. But unexpectedly, Zhou Huan’s foresight in holding back that option proved wise; the arrival of the female corpse demanded immediate execution of the second plan.

While the female corpse was locking horns with the few ghosts, Zhou Huan led his three disciples to sit down at four distinct cardinal points. This formation was called the Four Heavenly Kings Array. By the time the spirits reacted, Zhou Huan and his disciples had already established the Four Heavenly Kings Array, each reciting an incantation while channeling their spiritual energy into their respective magical artifacts.

"Roar! Roar!" The female corpse glanced back and forth between Zhou Huan’s group and the ghosts, then demanded, "Zhou Huan, what exactly do you want? Are you determined to interfere with us?"

"Not at all. Contain your anger and your resentment. Stop thinking only of revenge. Do you even know what state your Persian husband is in now? And here you are, fighting with these ill-mannered brutes. What is there to fight about?" Zhou Huan tested the female corpse.

The female corpse became even angrier. She raised both hands to the sky and roared, "Crimson Moon Demon Venerable, descend upon the mortal realm, possess my spirit, and grant me divine power!" This declaration nearly infuriated Zhou Huan to death. The female corpse became more impassioned. Initially, Zhou Huan couldn't find the root cause, which is why he couldn't counter the Crimson Moon Curse. But upon hearing the corpse's chant, he finally knew the ultimate source lay within her. Now Zhou Huan had a solution; he knew how to handle this—at the very least, controlling the Crimson Moon Curse to cause minimal harm to people and property should be manageable.

"Disciples, listen up! When the Heavenly Kings emerge, heaven and earth illuminate! Begin casting your talismans and chant your verses, circle eighty-one times, nine times nine." As he spoke, Zhou Huan and his three disciples began to circle the ghosts.

Looking at the female corpse, her spirit form had expanded to more than double the size of the other spirits. Even more terrifyingly, the arm that had been severed from her now grew a crescent-moon-shaped blade. Examining her face, a demonic aspect manifested—truly green-faced, fanged, with wildly tangled hair that seemed ready to explode, her crimson body emitting a pure, bright radiance.

"Master, this is strange; her red body is emitting moonlight!" Tian Xiong asked Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan smiled. "This creature is purely trying to scare people. In a moment, we'll hit her with the Heavenly King Demon Subduing Hand and let her see my Silkworm Gloves. She's probably just borrowing the moon's energy to manifest such massive resentment; otherwise, such a scene wouldn't be possible."

Outside the formation, Xiao Si and Wang Kuai Dao, who had just managed to catch their breath, looked at the scene and instantly fainted again.

"Hey, I ask you, your so-called Dog-Bawl Crimson Moon Lord, what exactly do you want? I don't believe anything could generate such deep-seated resentment in you. Let me tell you, I understand your 'Crimson Moon Curse.' It was originally a harmonious, auspicious spell, yet you've turned it into a lethal curse you use to borrow energy," Zhou Huan goaded the female corpse with his words.

The female corpse lunged directly at Zhou Huan with her single crescent hook. Zhou Huan blocked with his bronze coin sword, then immediately punched her jaw, driving the female corpse staggering back until she retreated near the throng of ghosts. Looking back, the ghosts who had arrived earlier were already terrified into submission by the display of power between Zhou Huan and the female corpse, cowering on the ground, daring not to rise.

The female corpse glanced back, swung her single-handed hook, and instantly sliced the bodies of a cluster of ghosts in half. Frightened, these few spirits clutched their severed parts and burrowed into the earth, leaving behind plumes of black smoke. This time, only the female corpse remained within the Four Heavenly Kings Array.

"I told you it was unnecessary to contend with those ghosts; they weren't your match anyway. Look at all the good things you could be doing down below, but instead, you have to come out here and throw a tantrum. If I, Zhou Huan, don't discipline you, I won't be able to deal with your spirit realm in the future. What do you expect me to do?" Zhou Huan’s words seemed utterly sincere, spoken from the heart.

The female corpse's body swelled once more, and she snatched fiercely at the moonlight overhead. This time, the crimson hue surrounding the moon truly vanished, leaving only pure white moonlight.

"Zhou Huan, since you insist on wading into my mess, I have no choice but to cover you in mud!" The female corpse's single-handed crescent blade rose high, glowing with a deep crimson rage. The blade in her hand grew larger and larger, and with a furious shout, the blade cleaved viciously toward Zhou Huan. This time, Zhou Huan didn't dare meet the strike with his bronze coin sword. He knew this blow was extraordinary; blocking it might be fine, but failing to block it could easily injure him internally. Thus, Zhou Huan tensed his legs and leaped sideways. As he turned, he slammed another punch toward the female corpse.

The female corpse was massive, but her rotation was swift; she dodged Zhou Huan’s punch, then instantly returned with another slash.

At this moment, Zhou Huan roared, "Disciples, the Heavenly Kings descend to subdue demons!" With that, Zhou Huan and his three disciples lifted off the ground simultaneously, each grasping their implements and charging toward the female corpse. Zhou Huan’s Silkworm Gloves fiercely met the female corpse's crescent blade.

A sharp cracking sound immediately followed, and a beam of black light shot toward the moon. Zhou Huan spun around and delivered a kick; a talisman had been stuck to the sole of his foot earlier. The force of the kick was considerable, slamming hard into the female corpse's chest. A puff of black energy erupted from her mouth, her form suddenly shrinking drastically, and she collapsed weakly onto the ground.

"Hey, are you convinced or not?" Hong Kun stepped forward and shouted at the female corpse.

The female corpse’s body convulsed violently, and she responded stiffly, "You have the advantage of numbers; what is there to be convinced about?"

Zhou Huan slowly squatted down, positioning himself before the female corpse. Then, he spoke very politely, "Woman, tell me, what great injustice do you carry? Let me see if I, Zhou Huan, can help you. I don't think the matter between you and the Liang family is that complicated, at least you shouldn't treat everyone like an enemy and resort to violence."

"It was you greedy people! It was you who caused my separation from my husband, and they killed my husband too! The relics of my husband that I finally recovered were stolen by someone again. I..." The female corpse genuinely began to sob.