Chapter 942 The Returnee's Notes 16

She and Wang Ze stood on either side of the red rope, waiting for the vengeful spirit to enter the formation before sealing the entrance.

This time, the situation with the water ghost was different from the last time. Last time, Xie Ning saw the appearance of the water ghost, but this time she only felt a gust of wind brush past her hair, and before she could move, Wang Ze quickly sealed the opening.

Then Lao Ming also collapsed. The old lady took a small bottle, about the size of a thumb, and placed it near his nose. As the faint fragrance of medicine spread, Lao Ming slowly woke up.

Seeing that Lao Ming had woken up, Wang Laodao asked, "This vengeful spirit has a grudge against you. It has come to collect a debt. Do you remember who you have killed?"

We need to clarify everything before we can mediate.

Xie Ning glanced at the empty space marked by the red rope, where the incense was burning faster.

"Master, although my master Ming has a bad temper, he has never killed anyone. How could he possibly..."

Old Ming grabbed Zhang Guizhi's hand. "Can I see it?"

Old Wang shook his head. He couldn't even see it himself, let alone Old Ming. He could only guess and was more sensitive to certain things.

"Even though you can't see it, you can ask."

Old Master Wang took out two fortune slips, one short and one long, and said, "Ask your questions."

Old Ming followed Old Wang's gaze to the open space marked by the red rope. "Teacher Qiao, is that you?"

The fortune slip fell, a long slip landing in front of Lao Ming, "It's him."

Old Ming's body trembled, and he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. Through his hazy vision, he seemed to see a thin figure.

Old Ming knelt and prostrated himself on the ground, letting out low, hoarse sobs, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was me..."

The gray-haired old man dared not look up again. He was the one who killed his teacher, who was clearly the best teacher to him. Even though the teacher's own family situation was very poor, he still took out money to support his studies.

The teacher said he was a smart child who should not be limited by poverty. He should study hard, leave the mountains, and join the ranks of those building the motherland.

The teacher had high expectations for each of his students and did his best to teach them more knowledge.

But because the teacher's family used to be landlords, he was overthrown...

He overheard the people next door discussing who they wanted to overthrow, one of whom was his teacher. They thought that since his teacher was the son of a landlord, he must be hiding something good.

Some people simply can't stand teachers, thinking that they are landlords and should be sent to work on farms, carrying manure and quarrying stones, instead of being teachers.

Among them were people who were jealous of the teacher, and people who had grudges against the teacher. They searched for all sorts of unfounded faults and pinned them on the teacher, listing crimes against him.

Many, many people are profiting from this movement.

Old Ming panicked. He didn't know what to do, so he joined in, hoping that this might save the person. However, he underestimated the madness involved and overestimated his own abilities.

After witnessing one person after another die before his eyes, Lao Ming was filled with fear. He couldn't reach out his hand anymore, afraid that he would also be tied up and swept up and drowned in a group of madmen.

He went mad too.

His teacher died right before his eyes, exposed to the scorching sun. A thick quilt covered the teacher until he was lifeless.

Humans are terrifying; they can come up with all sorts of ways to torture people. They enjoy watching those who are on high places get pulled down, and death and profit drive them to become even more insane.

Old Ming was filled with endless fear. He didn't even dare to collect the body. Instead, he ran to his teacher's house and carried his teacher's blind mother away. Even now, his grandmother still believes that his teacher went to Yanjing for secret work.

So she felt no sadness, only longing... longing for her son.