Chapter 169 What kind of filial son would bring people to kill his mother?

Yu Zhiyi nodded: "You're right, these are indeed the truth behind the mysterious deaths of eight people in Caonan Village thirty years ago."

Li Changhuai slowly woke up. Although he was trembling under Cao Zhaodi's terrifying aura, seeing that Cao Zhaodi did not seem to have any intention of hurting anyone, he started to argue with Yu Zhiyi again: "You say it is so? This is all her side of the story. Maybe she said this just to clear her name and escape punishment."

Yu Zhiyi gave him a mocking look: "What punishment can you give it?"

Li Changhuai choked.

Cao Zhaodi is already dead, and she has turned into this kind of fierce and evil female ghost. Why is he punishing her?

Stop fooling around.

It would be a miracle if it didn't swallow you whole.

But then a cold voice rang out: "The laws of the human world can indeed do nothing to it, but the underworld also has its laws. Perhaps it is lying on purpose in order to escape the laws of the underworld."

Yu Zhiyi looked at the man suspiciously: "Are you really the chief disciple of Longhu Mountain?"

Ouyang Shuo couldn't stand others questioning his background and legitimacy, so he immediately frowned and said, "It's the real deal!"

Yu Zhiyi's expression became even more peculiar: "If you really are the chief disciple of Longhu Mountain, how could you not know the principles of cause and effect, and retribution? Cause and effect have their own definition, and the Heavenly Way is not an official of the human world."

"Even human officials may be corrupt and break the law, but the way of heaven and justice only recognize the facts."

"If Cao Zhaodi really did kill someone, even if she lied, Heaven would not accept it. When she is judged in the underworld in the future, her sinful life will be clearly shown in the Book of Life and Death."

"But if she didn't kill someone, no matter how others frame her, the Book of Life and Death will not admit it."

Ouyang Shuo frowned, but said nothing more.

Liu Feiyang, however, asked curiously, "Young Madam Du..."

"Call me Doctor Yu."

Du Ziheng's body stiffened.

Liu Feiyang readily agreed, "Doctor Yu, does the underworld really exist?"

Yu Zhiyi glanced at him: "Won't you know when you're a hundred years old?"

Liu Feiyang: "...Thanks, but I don't want to know anymore."

Du Ziheng suddenly spoke up: "And then...what happened next? What became of Cao Yaozu?"

Liu Feiyang also showed a curious expression: "Yes, I've been in the capital for so many years, and I've never heard of Lord Fan's family adopting a grandson."

Cao Zhaodi remained silent, while Yu Zhiyi gave an irrelevant answer: "Release the person. I don't want to lay a hand on you."

Although Cao Zhaodi had become a fierce demon, she had never killed anyone.

On the contrary, it has always been a pitiful person, even in death it still has to bear the infamy that is not its own.

She felt pity for such a pitiful person, and Yu Zhiyi did not want to take action unless absolutely necessary.

Cao Zhaodi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you want him to return to the Fan family?"

Yu Zhiyi shook her head: "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Those who do evil should naturally pay the price for their evil deeds."

A smile finally appeared on Cao Zhaodi's blood-soaked face: "Okay, I believe you."

It wasn't because she felt she couldn't beat this exceptionally beautiful girl, but because the other girl possessed a power that made her feel both deeply fearful and respectful.

It didn't know what that power was, but it instinctively felt convinced.

The black fog that had been hanging over the village dissipated, revealing the village's original appearance.

Dilapidated.

Since the serial murders began thirty years ago, the villagers have gradually moved away.

This sinful village also slowly declined as its population dwindled.

Once the last person leaves the village, the village officially symbolizes its demise.

The thatched hut, which was no longer recognizable as it once was, was now only held up by a single piece of wood.

In a room, six people lay on the floor with their eyes closed.

Although their eyes were closed, everyone's face showed fear, indicating that they were definitely not having any pleasant dreams.

Suddenly, all six people opened their eyes at the same time, and two of them shouted, "A ghost!"

Upon hearing the other's voice, the two looked at each other for a moment before deciding to scatter like birds and beasts.

A man in his forties or fifties said with a gloomy face, "Idiots, if there really were ghosts, do you think you could get out of here alive by just barging around like this?"

The two men paused upon hearing this: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

The man was Cao Yaozu.

He looked at the other three.

These three people were wearing yellow robes, the kind that only Taoist priests would wear.

Cao Yaozu asked respectfully, "Three masters, didn't you say you could get rid of the evil spirits in this village?"

The oldest man in the yellow robe looked somewhat uncomfortable, but he tried his best to appear as a wise man: "You didn't say before we came that this evil spirit was a 30-year-old vengeful ghost! Its resentment is so great that it can't be eliminated by humans alone."

The more he listened, the more sense it made, and he naturally shifted the blame to Cao Yaozu: "It's all your fault for not telling the truth, causing this master to arrive at this murderous place unprepared! You should find someone else!"

After saying that, he led his two disciples and ran outside.

Before they had run two steps, three screams rang out.

The three people in the room were startled. The two men said, "Brother Yaozu, why did the master you invited run away? Should we run away too?"

Cao Yaozu frowned deeply: "Fine, run."

However, the three of them failed to escape the village.

They were clearly running towards the village entrance, but somehow they ended up at the river behind the village.

Above the stream, a female ghost, her head smashed so badly it was unrecognizable, watched them with great interest.

Not only was there a female ghost, but the three Taoist priests were also standing by the river at that moment.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Cao Yaozu's two companions were almost scared to death.

Cao Yaozu was also somewhat frightened, but relatively calmer. He said tremblingly, "Mother..."

Cao Zhaodi was amused by the address: "Mother?"

The two companions, who were nearly scared to death, exclaimed: "Huh?"

The two, who were on their deathbeds, sat up in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief: "What do you mean? This female ghost is your mother?"

Suddenly, two streams of bloody tears flowed from the female ghost's eyes: "I am not your mother."

"No, you are my mother!"

Cao Zhaodi laughed, but her laughter was more like a grimace: "What kind of son would bring a Taoist priest to smash his mother's soul to pieces?"

Several Taoist priests and their two companions all looked at Cao Yaozu with incredulous expressions.

After realizing what had happened, the old Taoist priest pulled his two disciples away from him and said, "Although it is said that good and evil cannot coexist since ancient times, I am not an unreasonable person. This kid did not tell me the intricacies of this matter. If I had known that the reason this kid invited me to be reduced to ashes was his own mother's soul, I would never have come."

Well, it's definitely not because he can't beat this female ghost.

Cao Yaozu's face was somber.

Now that he had laid his cards on the table, he decided to stop pretending and looked at Cao Zhaodi with an accusing expression: "Isn't all of this your fault, Mother? If you had told me about my maternal grandfather's identity back then, why would I have taken such a risky step?"