ounce on us. My brother swung his stick, opening it up and pulling me close. He was breathing a little nervously.The old woman's needle in her hand had been soaked in corpse poison for who knows how m..."He's not normal, you can't believe anything he says!" I growled, a bit agitated. "Because of him, how much have we sacrificed, do you know!"

Lin Yanhuan frowned slightly: "What's wrong... is there some taboo between colleagues If so, I'd rather refuse the elders' arrangement. Don't worry, Xiao Qiao, on this matter, I only listen to you."

This guy, does he really think I'm jealous of my competitors

“It’s not like that, Young Master Lin. I’m not in a good state right now and can’t remember some things. You should just listen to your elders’ arrangements and be careful of Si Tu Lin.” I had no strength to explain and could only wave my hand in defeat.

Why can't I remember anything about that husband from the Underworld

My closest older brother mentioned this matter with a puzzled look on his face as well. Why don't we remember

Hui Qing said he was a Buddhist disciple and not under the jurisdiction of the deities we worship, but he hasn't known us long enough to truly understand these things.

The scar on my hand, is it from the ring my husband gave me It's just... gone now.

Regret, chaos, I feel like I've lost the most important part of my memory.

I forgot.

I forgot his name.

If language had a spirit, I think when I recall his name, I should be able to sort out these inexplicable and complicated memory fragments.

I asked my brother, and he looked just as confused.

》》》

Late last night, my older brother knocked on my door to wake me up.

"Xiao Qiao, Officer Lu called asking us to go out..." His voice was a bit helpless: "Something happened at the old man's house we were looking at."

"What's going on" I asked nonchalantly as I got dressed. "Did you provoke some powerful restless spirit Is someone dead"

My brother sighed and said, “Xiao Qiao, I really have to say, you've changed. When you heard that kind of thing before, your first reaction was to shrink your neck. Now you seem completely indifferent.”

I let out a big yawn, rubbing my eyes painfully: "Good advice falls on deaf ears. I've said all I can, Old Man. If you don't believe me, what can I do I can't take on your karma for you, can I"

My brother was speechless, he didn't say much, and drove me straight to my grandfather's house.

Several police cars were parked there, Officer Lu was waiting for us with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he saw me, he said: "The neighbors saw blood flowing out from under the door and were terrified, thinking something serious had happened. They immediately called the police, so I brought my team over. After arriving, we found that all three people in the house were dying. The middle-aged woman seemed to have taken sleeping pills, the middle-aged man appeared to have argued with his daughter about something and was stabbed by her. Then the daughter went to the bathroom and slit her wrists. The water from that large bucket flushed out the blood, making the whole house a mess."

"All three of them were sent to the hospital" I asked.

Officer Lu nodded, "The hospital told us it was dangerous, but not hopeless. They're still trying to save her... We guess the middle-aged woman took sleeping pills to commit suicide, and then that led to an argument between the middle-aged man and his daughter, which resulted in this bloodbath."

"So, how did you come to call us over Aren't you usually the most dismissive of us and our feudal superstitions How is it that today your mind has changed, and you now believe in us" My brother teased curiously.

Officer Lu looked serious: "I can't help but not believe it. Just now, at the scene, my men fainted inexplicably. Two of them have already been evacuated. I called Superintendent Mu, and he said to have you guys come take a look."

"Trust us My uncle trusts us too."

I took out my small compass and looked at the needle. The compass gave a reverse day-and-night spin, indicating that there must be something evil inside.

My stomach felt like a raging fire, an intense anticipation churning within. It seemed the sinister presence had stirred the baby, waking them up and urging them to break free from this oppressive gloom.

After what happened in Huangdao Village, my brother wasn't afraid of these little petty tricks and dark energies anymore. He threw me the peach wood sword and strode into the door with a copper amulet in his mouth.

As usual, talismans were pasted on the door to prevent any evil spirits inside from escaping.

My brother went to the restroom, while my gaze was drawn to the kitchen.

Stove.

The kitchen in the old house was cramped and cluttered, piled high with countless items, some of which may have been stored for over a decade or even two decades, especially under the stove.

In a house, the stove usually represents the female homeowner. If there's clutter under the stove, it can affect the woman's reproductive health. This homeowner has been bedridden for a long time, and recently, she was diagnosed with uterine fibroids. While not a terminal illness, years of suffering have taken their toll on her spirit.

When I visited the house yesterday, I didn't notice how serious the stove problem was because underneath it there were gas tanks and rice buckets, and unopened new tableware. It wasn't considered messy.

But now, a palpable sense of resentment was emanating from beneath the stove.

Two little ancestors in my belly seemed to be restless. I had no choice but to pat them and tell them not to cause trouble. If they were just ordinary wandering souls, I could send them off. There was no need to make them vanish into ashes.

The whole house was filled with a deathly chill. The three people who lived here suddenly became critically ill upon admission, indicating that the evil presence within was extremely potent.

One half of the living room floor was covered in blood. The dripping sound from the bathroom continued at a steady pace, the wooden bucket lay overturned on its side, and the water from it fell drop by drop onto the cold tiles.

...tap... tap...

The situation has worsened.

"Little Qiao, all this blood in the room is a bit sickening, it's like a real massacre." My brother bit on his copper talisman, acting tough and swaggering with his乾坤 sword: "Where's the real culprit Why don't they come out to meet us"

"He's probably hiding under the stove," I winked.

To avoid leaving any trace, my brother put on gloves before going to open the cabinet under the stove. He held a Five Emperor Coin in his hand, muttered incantations while knocking on it, and biting a copper amulet, he mumbled, "Honey, we're shipping you to the underworld! Come out and pack your things quickly..."

He spoke slowly, but his hand suddenly flung open the cabinet door!

A massive black mist suddenly surged out! It coalesced into... a giant baby's head!

I immediately recited the incantation, bending my left hand's second and third fingers, and pinching the center line of my fourth finger with my thumb—this is the finger technique for establishing a prison to subdue evil spirits.

The large, black mass of mist immediately slammed on its brakes and tried to flee backward.

My brother stuck two cursed talismans on the cabinet door, trapping him inside.

The black mist drifted about, its mouth opened in a shrill howl, but its eyes remained closed as if still unopened.

I covered my ears and took two steps back, still having to free up a hand to soothe the two little emperors in my belly. They seemed eager to destroy this evil presence.

But I don't want to. I always feel that it's best to pacify ghosts, not kill them. Besides, they just vanish into thin air anyway.

Don't add anymore karma, he has already —

Already

My head began to hurt again, who is he...

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