Old Huang got up and glared at Ming Zhuo with resentment. "How could you just stand by and watch someone die?"

Mingzhuo: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. You brought these things upon yourself, so of course you should resolve them."

The crowd erupted in an uproar. What did those words mean?

He Wangyao recalled what the old man had said earlier, and a thought flashed through her mind: "Could it be that you killed all the small animals at the village entrance?"

Reminded by this, Tang Zhen and the others also realized what was going on.

"You're the one who brought that old man's body up here?"

"What have you done to deserve this? Explain yourself! Do you know you're in big trouble now?"

"So you're also a cultivator? How can you have such a wicked heart?"

"We have no grudge against each other. Are you taking revenge because we didn't hire your ship before? Good heavens, are you crazy?"

"Those who harm others will ultimately harm themselves!"

In the dim light, the dark shadows seemed to have moved even closer, and a strange, oppressive aura weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Old Huang was so scared that he trembled all over. He pleaded, "I was wrong before. I was narrow-minded. I'm sorry. Please, please save me!"

Some people couldn't stand it anymore. This was a living person, and if left unchecked, someone might die and turn into a vengeful ghost to take revenge on them.

"Alright, hurry up and come over here." He threw out a few exorcism talismans to clear the way.

Mingzhuo glanced at the other person. This was a new contestant named Yu Jiajie, who replaced Cai Wenhua. He was very enthusiastic and... naive.

Despite the mud, Yu Jiajie went over to help Huang Laopi up and led him quickly under the eaves.

The cameraman quickly pointed the lens at the newcomer and took a close-up shot.

Yu Jiajie said warmly and generously, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. No matter what, we cultivators must..."

He didn't even have time to react when the cold light flashed.

Immediately afterwards, his arm was pulled tight, and he was thrown into the muddy ground next to him in a spread-eagle position.

Qiao Song happened to be nearby and quickly helped Yu Jiajie up, while also sharing his experience: "Are you stupid? Consultant Ruan said that if someone isn't going to be saved, there's definitely something wrong with them!"

Yu Jiajie silently swallowed back a mouthful of blood, feeling internally hurt. All he wanted was more screen time on the show and to establish a good image, but who knew he would suffer such a setback!

Qiao Song shook his head. Of course he knew what the newcomer was thinking. Sigh, it's understandable to want to become famous, but you have to always remember to stick to Consultant Ruan's coattails to survive!

The two turned to look at Old Man Huang.

Mingzhuo originally planned to kick Huang Laopi back, but after thinking about it, he felt that if he kicked him back again, the other party would only turn evil even faster, so he had no choice but to step on the person under his foot.

Li Wenhe quickly stepped forward and placed a talisman on Huang Laopi's body to immobilize him.

Old Huang glared at her venomously: "You bitch, it's all your fault! I could have made a fortune, but you ruined my livelihood! I'm desperate!"

Mingzhuo: "You harmed yourself and others with a single wrong thought, and now you're blaming me?"

Gu Xu: "Even if you want to resent someone, you should resent me. It was I who rejected your proposal."

Huang Laopi wanted to curse again, but Ming Zhuo was too lazy to say anything more and slapped a silencing talisman on his forehead.

“Arguing with him is useless. He’s gone mad and won’t listen to reason,” Mingzhuo said.

Tang Zhen asked, "Advisor Ruan, aren't we going to press him for the method to break the curse?"

The dark shadows in the mountains were approaching again, and the sense of danger and unease intensified, even causing Liao Hongxia to break out in a cold sweat.

Mingzhuo: "Asking him is useless. He's just a half-baked good-for-nothing. His methods are simply not enough to attract these things."

This person is indeed narrow-minded and malicious, but at most he will only use some low-level tricks, and he is not much of a threat.

The one who truly attracted these things was someone else.

However, the other party has been hiding and not showing themselves, seemingly hoping to reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

Mingzhuo sighed, "It's so annoying. Why are they all so cunning? They're always scheming and plotting against each other. Don't they want to die young?"

Tang Zhen: "What scheme?"

"It's nothing." Mingzhuo glanced at the time; it was only a little past three in the afternoon, but it was already dark, almost midnight.

He Wangyao suddenly remembered something: "Aren't these the vengeful spirits from the wilderness of the Sanzu River?"

Gu Xu suddenly looked up at him.

Luo Zhi was in the wilderness of the Sanzu River when he was completely destroyed while trying to stop those evil spirits.

Luo Wenxin closed her folding fan, rested her chin on it, and pondered, "Those mindless souls in the wilderness of the Sanzu River? That's too strange. How could they descend to the mortal realm?"

Legend has it that most of the souls in the wilderness of the Sanzu River are those who have nowhere to go.

Trapped in the wilderness of the Sanzu River, they have long lost their self-awareness, leaving only their intense fear and resentment, which will never dissipate.

They devour every soul that wanders into the wilderness of the Sanzu River, completely assimilating it and causing the will of a "human" to utterly return to chaos.

That kind of annihilation is more despairing than the actual annihilation of the soul.

However, at the same time, they will be bound to the wilderness of the Sanzu River for eternity, becoming one with the earth, with no possibility of leaving.

Luo Wenxin couldn't understand why there were so many changgui (a type of evil spirit) here.

Tang Zhen frowned and said, "Whatever it is, we can't wait any longer. I'll take men and disperse them immediately..."

Luo Wenxin: "These vengeful spirits are inherently prone to devouring souls, making them difficult to deal with; but judging from Huang Laopi's appearance, it's probably not just a matter of assimilating consciousness..."

He hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, Qiao Song suddenly said, "I know, it's resentment, resentment entering his body, right? He seems to be affected!"

Li Wenhe's pupils contracted slightly.

Qiao Song witnessed the Compassionate Monk injecting several strands of resentment into Ming Zhuo's body at the farmhouse, but he had never seen it before, so he didn't immediately make the connection.

Now that he'd been reminded, he immediately realized something was wrong: "When resentment gets tainted by flesh and blood, it's like maggots clinging to bones..."

He considered himself a person with too many emotions and desires, and had no confidence that he could resist the invasion of those resentful spirits.

Everyone realized the seriousness of the situation, and the scene fell silent.

Mingzhuo sighed. The person behind this was targeting him. How annoying.

"You don't need to, I can handle it myself." Bringing in more people will only bring more uncertainty, so there's no need for that.

Gu Xu stepped forward and said, "I'll join you too."

His reasoning was quite sound: "Last time at Lingquan Temple and the farmhouse, I faced those resentments head-on, and those things are useless against me."

Mingzhuo did not refuse: "Then you come with me, but be careful."

Ah Xu has a special constitution and is immune to all evil. Although she was worried afterward, she did not find any trace of resentment in his body.

The rain had stopped, but the sky remained overcast, making it feel particularly oppressive.

Mingzhuo trudged through the mud toward the dark shadows, with Gu Xu following closely behind.

Li Wenhe watched the two figures as they walked away, his fingers unconsciously clenching.

Feeling deeply guilty and angry at one's own powerlessness.