The ancient and demonic willow tree behind the Feng family's courtyard had been shattered to pieces by Si Jiangchen's Yin Five Thunderbolts.
Uncle Yang, the neighbor, was startled by the empty space before him. Seeing the guilty look on Feng Xiaobao's face, he believed nine out of ten of what the boy had said.
Rural folks were naturally superstitious.
Uncle Yang's youngest son had drowned in a mountain stream just two months ago. The water was barely knee - deep, but somehow the boy had lost his life.
The Yang family had invited a fortune - teller, who said that the boy, Xiaoshanzi, had offended the ghosts during the Ghost Festival and was taken as a substitute by a drowned ghost.
A child who died young couldn't be buried in the ancestral tomb. But Uncle Yang was worried that his son would be bullied if he was buried in the mass grave. So he buried the boy under a tree in his own field.
Who would have thought that Feng Xiaobao had dug up his son's body?
"Xiao... Where's Xiaoshanzi? Where's my son now?!"
Uncle Yang never expected that his son had been killed. Seeing the situation, he was enraged to think that Feng Xiaobao had even dug out his son's body. How could a man who had lost his son in middle - age not be filled with anger?
He grabbed Feng Xiaobao by the collar and shouted, "You little brute! What did Xiaoshanzi ever do to you for you to treat him like this?!"
"I'm sorry, Uncle, I'm so sorry..."
Feng Xiaobao could only cry. He felt sorry for Uncle Yang and all the children he had killed.
"Where's Xiaoshanzi?" Although Uncle Yang was just an ordinary farmer, he knew that the dead should rest in peace. How could he not feel heart - broken to think that his son's body had been dug out and moved around?
"Uncle Yang, don't worry. Xiaoshanzi seems to be with me."
I suddenly remembered that among the little ghosts I had captured just now, there was one who looked like he had drowned.
"You?"
Uncle Yang looked at me suspiciously.
"I'm a feng shui master. I came to perform a ritual for the dead woman in the Feng family."
I took out my ivory compass, the symbol of my profession. "I just happened to capture Xiaoshanzi's soul."
"Is he... still here? Hasn't he been reincarnated?"
The Chinese people attached great importance to the cycle of life and death. Being unable to reincarnate was regarded as the most cruel punishment by ordinary people.
"No."
I glanced at the backpack on the ground. The porcelain bottles for capturing souls were scattered on it. "Uncle, I can perform a ritual for Xiaoshanzi to let him go in peace."
"...My poor child."
Uncle Yang sighed. Not willing to give up, he jumped into the garbage pit and started digging desperately with a shovel. The corpses and the willow tree demon were one in essence, and they had been smashed to pieces by Si Jiangchen's Yin Five Thunderbolts. After searching for a long time, he only found a small safety lock, strung on a red string, buried in the shallow layer of the garbage heap.
Uncle Yang held the small lock in his hand and squatted on the ground, crying bitterly.
"Miss... I'm counting on you!"
He wiped his tears. "Xiaoshanzi was the youngest in our family, but he was the most filial child. I... I can't just watch him suffer even after his death!"
"Don't worry, Uncle. I'll do my best."
As we were talking, the sound of police motorcycles could be heard in the distance.
Wei Yuan had called the police. The case at the Feng family was a major one. So many people had died. How could the police not take it seriously?
A lot of women had gone missing near Dayu Village. The police had sent people to investigate, but there was no connection or conflict among them. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
Now that they finally had a lead, even though they knew the road to the village was difficult, the policemen still rode their motorcycles and rushed here immediately.
"Si... Si Jiangchen, we can't get caught up here."
I gently tugged at Si Jiangchen's arm. He had killed those two perverts in the Feng family. If the police found out, there might be trouble.
I still needed his help to help Xiaoshanzi from the Yang family!
As a little ghost who had been drowned alive and then contaminated by the Yin energy of the willow tree demon, if he got out of control and ran into the human world, he would definitely be a disaster.
He had been dug out several times, and his resentment was extremely heavy. He was just an innocent little child. He would surely go to find his relatives first, as they were the easiest to find. After killing his parents, his power would become even stronger. Only then would he go after the murderer who drowned him and seek revenge!
According to my previous experience in catching ghosts, such an uncommunicative little ghost would surely be blasted to pieces with the Five Thunder Spell.
But now that I had promised Uncle Yang to help him transcend, I naturally had to do it well.
"Is this concern for me?"
Si Jiangchen stuffed Bai Wei, who was gradually waking up in his arms, into Wei Yuan's hands. He looked at me happily.
I knew he would misinterpret my words!
I wasn't concerned about him! I just needed his help!
I simply bit my lips and said nothing. I turned to Uncle Yang and said, "Uncle, I'll go to your place."
"Okay!!" Uncle Yang also heard the sound of the police cars coming up the mountain. He pointed to his house and said, "Let's go quickly! Once the police come, they might take everyone down the mountain..."
Once we were down the mountain, we might not be able to control the time. Thinking this, I followed Uncle Yang up the slope.
"Can I come too?"
Seeing that I ignored him, Si Jiangchen asked.
Unexpectedly, Wei Yuan also shouted, "Don't leave me behind. I want to go too!"
Si Jiangchen turned around, glanced at him, and casually grabbed the small yellow porcelain bottle that sealed Feng Zhenzhen from Wei Yuan's hand.
"You just stay here and wait for the police interrogation!"
"Why?" Wei Yuan had never gotten along well with Si Jiangchen. How could he listen to Si Jiangchen's arrangement?
"Why?"
Si Jiangchen glanced at him sideways, and the killing intent in his eyes suddenly appeared. "Because you have your eyes on my woman. If you dare to touch her again, you know the consequences!"
Wei Yuan was so frightened that he shrank back suddenly. That look from Si Jiangchen almost scared the wits out of him.
Having known Si Jiangchen for so many years, Wei Yuan had never seen him look at someone like that. It was as if he would be torn to pieces the next second.
"...Uh..."
Wei Yuan took two steps back and almost dropped Bai Wei in his arms. For a moment, he couldn't even say a word.
I had already walked a long way with Uncle Yang. Uncle Yang turned around and looked at Si Jiangchen who had followed. He whispered to me, "Your boyfriend has a bit of a temper..."
...
I could only remain silent. He wasn't my boyfriend, but it was true that he had a bad temper.
In the end, Wei Yuan didn't dare to follow. He just shouted angrily from behind, "You wait. When the policemen come, I'll tell them that you killed the whole Feng family!"
He had been knocked unconscious as soon as he entered the house and thrown into the garbage pit. He knew nothing about what had happened in the room.
Si Jiangchen didn't bother to respond to his baseless accusations. He took two long steps and caught up with me, stuffing the small bottle back into my hand.
"Just send her away together."
Inside the bottle was Feng Zhenzhen, a poor girl who hadn't even received a bit of warmth from her family after her death.
I looked at Si Jiangchen in surprise. How had I never noticed that he had such a kind side?