The Zhang family is considered a wealthy family in Lane 18.

He runs a cloth shop, and the business is doing quite well.

The house was built in a very stable and sturdy manner, with two large stone lions at the entrance, which looked quite majestic.

But at this moment, the entire courtyard was shrouded in yin energy.

A series of ghostly wails and howls came from inside.

Several servants and young men ran outside and rushed to greet the steward as he approached.

"The master, mistress, young master, and young lady are all inside and can't get out. What are we going to do?"

"I just saw those cloths flying around in the air, it really looks like ghosts, it's so scary."

The butler interrupted their chatter and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qi Huang.

"Fairy, please save my master and mistress. My young lady is only six years old and can't hold on any longer."

Qi Huang didn't say anything and walked straight in.

One of the servants quickly shouted, "You can't get in; those strange cloths will beat you out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cloth that had been fluttering in the courtyard fell to the ground as Qi Huang raised his hand.

Startled, he pointed at Qi Huang's retreating figure and shouted.

"She really is a fairy, the master is saved."

Qi Huang stepped into the courtyard, and a cold wind rose all around her.

The doors and windows of all the rooms began to open and close uncontrollably.

Inside the main hall, Zhang Gui's family of four were all bound with cloth. They were not dead, but they were terrified. The youngest daughter huddled in her mother's arms, trembling like a leaf.

Qi Huang finally felt relieved.

"Your name is Yingying, right? Before I left, I warned you, and you shouldn't have ignored me."

A pink and white dress suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

It had no physical form, yet it seemed as if someone could wear it, emerging from the main hall, floating in mid-air, and circling around Qi Huang.

Everyone watching outside the courtyard saw it.

Someone recognized the clothes.

"Isn't this the dress that Old Man Cai had tailor Li make for Yingying's eighteenth birthday? It's made of the finest Suzhou brocade, and you can't find another one like it on the entire Zhonghe Street."

"No way, could it really be that Old Cai's daughter has turned into a vengeful ghost and come to claim my life? That's terrifying."

“Zhang Gui wronged her, causing Yingying's death. If this debt cannot be absolved, Yingying may not be able to be reincarnated.”

The murmurs drifted into the courtyard.

The phantom on the clothes cackled.

"Did you hear me? I'm just collecting a debt. It's something the Zhang family owes me, and they should pay it back. I don't want to hurt anyone else, and I don't want to hurt you either. Go away."

At this moment, Zhang Gui shouted loudly from inside the main hall.

"It was my fault. If you release my wife and my child, I will give you my life."

The ghostly figure instantly turned to him, roaring ferociously and angrily.

"You're still protecting her! You're still protecting her!"

Two ghostly claws emerged from the pink and white sleeves and reached out to grab Madam Zhang's face.

Qi Huang swiftly appeared and grabbed her wrist.

The talisman already engraved on his palm burned the ghostly figure, causing it to scream in agony.

Madam Zhang covered her children's ears, her eyes reddening.

"Fairy, please...please spare her."

Qi Huang was stunned.

"She wanted to harm you, yet you want to spare her?"

Madam Zhang has a kind face and a soft heart.

“I didn’t know she would drown herself. In the end, it was my husband and I who owed her a life.”

"I don't need your pity. Let me go. I'm going to kill you all, kill every single one of you."

The pink and white dress was shaking wildly.

It seemed as if a woman was struggling angrily inside, screaming hysterically.

Qi Huang sighed, released her hand, and raised her hand to set up a protective shield around Zhang Gui's family of four.

A faint golden light flashed by.

But this made Mo Yunhan's heart skip a beat.

He remembered that the woman's aura was black and gold.

But why is it golden now?

The ghostly figure tried to attack again and again, but was repeatedly deflected.

That beautiful dress was also torn in several places.

Qi Huang watched as the red color gradually ignited around the clothes.

Finally, he spoke.

"Your father is dead."

The ghostly figure suddenly stopped moving.

The red light burned ever brighter.

"What did you say?"

Qi Huang sneered.

"Shouldn't you have known this already? I arranged for you and your father to meet so that you could understand each other's wishes, not so that you would suddenly seek revenge after hearing that Zhang Gui is married and has children and is living a happy life. Old Cai must have guessed what you would do, which is why he committed suicide by poisoning himself. He was atoning for what you were going to do."

"impossible!"

The ghostly figure roared in anger.

“He also hates Zhang Gui. Zhang Gui is the one who caused him to lose his daughter. He hates her too. He and I both wanted to kill Zhang Gui. He didn’t stop me. He even burned this piece of clothing for me to lean on. How could he possibly commit suicide? You’re lying to me. You’re all lying to me!”

She screamed frantically.

The pink and white dress was quickly stained blood red.

People outside the courtyard screamed in panic.

"A vengeful ghost, she has become a vengeful ghost."

Mo Yunhan's hands clenched unconsciously.

His gaze was fixed on Qi Huang, but he didn't go in to help.

The red ghost slowly revealed a human face.

Pale, glistening with water droplets, grotesque and terrifying.

"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

As she spoke, she suddenly attacked Qi Huang.

Although the garment served as a support, Qi Huang could not seal it.

Because it was burned by Old Cai himself, carrying the longing of his loved ones and his resolute prayer before his death.

If Old Cai hadn't died, this garment wouldn't have amounted to anything.

It cannot withstand the magic of the Xuanmen sealing.

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