The female corpse’s brief choked sob instantly morphed into a surge of rage, her entire body trembling as she spat out furiously, “You pack of people, tell me quickly, where is the ring my husband gave me?”

Zhou Huan heard that the female corpse only wanted to find her ring. Such a request wasn't excessive; he could just turn around and help her look. There was no need to escalate things further. Who knew if this creature could still rebound or use the moonlight to rise again and cause trouble.

“Female corpse, let me ask you, what does your husband look like? Does he wear a head covering commonly used by Persians…” Zhou Huan described the appearance of the Persian soul he had seen to the female corpse.

Upon hearing Zhou Huan speak this way, the female corpse became agitated, appearing as if she were about to weep, though those tears lacked any substance: “Master Zhou… is that true? You said my husband asked you to help find the ring? Can you tell me where he is?”

“I cannot find where he is. If I were to summon his soul, he probably wouldn't respond to our Chinese methods and might just vanish,” Zhou Huan pursed his lips, taking off the Heavenly Silkworm Gloves in his hand. “Your resentment is too heavy. You should listen to me and reincarnate soon, or report to the Underworld. Perhaps you can be reborn and meet your husband again in the human world.”

“Waaah!” The female corpse cried again, but this time her anger was completely gone. Looking at Zhou Huan, her eyes were filled with expectation, mingled with her reluctance to leave this world. She didn't want to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, drink Meng Po’s soup, and forget what her husband even looked like: “I don’t want to go. How about this, Zhou Huan, I won’t trouble you further. My hand is broken, and I still can’t find where it went. Just help me find the hand bone, the ring, and let me see my husband one more time. Afterward, I will make my husband lift this Crimson Moon Curse, and then my husband and I will go to the Underworld together to be reborn as humans.”

“Fine, I promise you, but you must also promise me one condition: during the time I am searching for the items, you are not allowed to let the Crimson Moon Curse happen again, and no more people should die needlessly under your command,” Zhou Huan said with great seriousness. His demand on the female corpse was not unreasonable.

The female corpse’s previous anger, sorrow, and expectation of Zhou Huan instantly turned into a look of suspicion. After all, she was a ghost, truly possessing no credit. Moreover, she was a ghost with deep-seated resentment. She turned back to Zhou Huan and said, “Zhou Huan, listen carefully. If you can never find what I want, am I supposed to wait for you forever? That is absolutely impossible. I can only say that starting now, you have one week. If you fail to meet my demands, rest assured, everyone here today will surely die.”

“You still want to harm people?” Zhou Huan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he asked the female corpse, utterly bewildered.

The female corpse replied, “It’s not that I want to harm people. Because my power is limited, it’s already quite good that I can control the Crimson Moon Curse from acting up for a week. If a week passes and I still have no power to control it, the Crimson Moon Curse will choose whomever it wants as its puppet; I don't know. But one thing is certain: after that burst in a week, hmph, even you, Zhou Huan, definitely cannot deal with that level of power, unless you become a god!”

“Good, don’t worry. I don’t want things to become troublesome either. I also want to lie down and rest at home for a while; I haven't had a proper rest in a long time. I will do my best. And one more thing: if I need your help, I must be able to call you, and you must arrive immediately.” Zhou Huan understood; this female ghost was clearly striking a bargain with him right here. Then again, one truly couldn't trust a ghost’s word. The phrase "ghostly talk is full of lies" was coined for these ghosts whose deep resentments formed knots that no one could untie, especially female souls.

The female corpse finally showed a slight hint of relief. She turned back and said, “My name is Yang Yuhuan!” Immediately after, the female corpse jumped back into the stone coffin. The coffin seemed to have rocket boosters; it shot up from the ground and vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Master, what name did she just say she was?” Hong Kun asked Zhou Huan, very surprised to hear that name, leaning close to him.

Zhou Huan nodded. “Didn't you hear? Her name is Yang Yuhuan, the Yang Guifei from the Tang Dynasty. But this one definitely isn't her; she’s not that beautiful.” Just as Zhou Huan finished speaking, he saw the coffin fly back again.

The female corpse shot out of the coffin once more: “Zhou Huan, that’s how it is this time. Next time, I don't want to hear you say I’m not good-looking. You have absolutely no sense of cherishing beautiful things. You should at least wait until I’m far away before saying that.”

Seeing that the female corpse actually cared about such things, Zhou Huan genuinely wanted her to leave quickly. He then bent over and bowed deeply, “I apologize. I was just instructing my disciple. It’s fine now, I won’t say it anymore.” How interesting. When the female corpse heard Zhou Huan speak softly, she turned around angrily, stomped on the coffin, and flew away until she was completely out of sight.

Dongzi was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, white energy rising slowly from his body, the soothing incantation sounding from his lips again.

“Go wake up Dongzi. Don't disturb his qi. Guide him gently, awaken him, and then we'll go back to sleep and start work tomorrow morning,” Zhou Huan instructed, striding toward the car. Xiao He had already been waiting outside the excavation site.

Shi Bingyuan dismissed the archaeologists at the scene. Wang Kuaidao ran out following Zhou Huan, patting Zhou Huan’s shoulder repeatedly without saying a word.

“Why do you keep patting me? If you have something to say, just say it!” Zhou Huan said this casually because he had matters on his mind. But unexpectedly, he was the one who had forbidden Wang Kuaidao from speaking that evening.

Wang Kuaidao scanned the surroundings, then said, “Master Zhou, didn't you forbid me from speaking? That’s why I’m patting you.”

Zhou Huan was utterly helpless and feigned politeness, “Alright, you can speak now. Look, the moon is bright now; it’s fine. Go back to sleep. And I must tell you something: no one is to touch the female corpse for now. Give me a week, or even less. Once I have settled things, you can research the ancient corpse.”

“Oh, good. I saw everything that happened today. I understand now. I’ll leave right away.” This Wang Kuaidao truly got a second life. He hadn't died; he probably died once in Zhou Huan’s illusion. Zhou Huan would let him off this time. As for Xiao Si, Wang Kuaidao had already run off, and Xiao Si was still limp on the ground, being carried away by the archaeology team. As he left, he still clutched his mouth, afraid of making any sound.

When Xiao He saw Zhou Huan emerge, she handed the police car over to her subordinate and then actively got into Zhou Huan’s car.

Shi Bingyuan finished handling the scene, loaded Dongzi and Tian Xiong into Hong Kun’s car, and then the small convoy of two or three vehicles headed towards Fushou Hall.

After the master and disciples entered Fushou Hall, the two women at home had already prepared food and were waiting for them. Upon receiving a call from Wang Xiaohe, Yang Xiaoling hastily had her restaurant chef prepare several dishes Zhou Huan liked and brought them back. Afterward, everyone at Fushou Hall sat in the main hall and ate together. Before eating, Zhou Huan only said one sentence: “Tonight’s meal will be the fullest and most peaceful one in a week. Starting tomorrow, everyone goes about their own business. Also, starting tomorrow, we only have three days. We must settle things within three days.”

“Master, didn’t the female corpse say she needed a week?” Dongzi asked Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan immediately shouted at Dongzi, “How many times have I told you, you can’t trust a ghost’s word! She said a week, we need to wrap it up in three days. Once the Crimson Moon appears, we can just have her so-called husband lift the restriction, can’t we?”

Soon, the group finished all the food like a whirlwind. The ladies cleared the tables, chairs, and bowls. Zhou Huan went upstairs alone, looking at the pale white moon in the sky. He knew he had to have a plan; he certainly had to consider breaking the Persian Curse first. Although he knew what it meant, he still needed to break the curse to gain the upper hand in this entire affair. Otherwise, who knew what would happen if the Crimson Moon appeared again? Therefore, he decided to seek out Long Sheng the very next day.