Chapter 20 How does it feel to be treated like a dog?

"mother!"

Song Qinghan looked at Madam Song in despair, crying, "My sister already dislikes me. If she finds out I've encountered something unclean, how am I supposed to..."

"But……"

"lady."

The master said slowly, "If we miss tonight's golden opportunity, then the second young lady's situation..."

Madam Song asked anxiously, "What will happen?"

“The backlash will definitely be even worse than before,” the old Taoist sighed and shook his head. “At that time, I will be powerless to help.”

Song Qinghan fainted as if struck by lightning.

Madam Song's eyes darted around in a fierce struggle as she held the unconscious Song Qinghan, gritting her teeth as she asked, "Master, are you sure this is feasible?"

"I was invited by the madam."

The master said softly, "Everything I do is, of course, only to please the lady."

The lingering doubt in Madam Song's heart vanished instantly, and her expression grew even colder and more somber.

Yes, she invited the master, and his exorcisms are effective!

Si Niannian was able to escape from the fire ten years ago, so her fate is definitely the strongest!

Anything is worth it as long as Song Qinghan gets better!

Madam Song hurriedly lifted Song Qinghan onto the bed, and after taking several deep breaths, said in a heavy voice, "Go tell Qian Mama to bring Si Niannian over tonight!"

...

As night deepens, the peak of the night is reached at midnight.

Si Niannian followed behind Qian Mama, looking sleepy, and muttered as she walked, "Are you sure it was Madam who sent me?"

"This place is eerie and gloomy. Why aren't you sleeping at night? Are you all gathered here to call back souls?"

"Young lady, watch your words!"

Mother Qian pressed down hard on the goosebumps on her arm and said sternly, "You can't talk about ghosts and spirits!"

The filth in Qinghan Courtyard hasn't been driven out yet, we can't afford to attract any new ones!

Si Niannian made a confused "ah" sound, then entered the room and saw Song Qinghan kneeling inside the red circle. She was so startled that she cried out, "This is..."

"Shut up!"

Madam Song interrupted Si Niannian, her voice sharp and stern: "Do what I tell you to do, and don't speak!"

Si Niannian looked completely bewildered.

But Qian's mother had already pressed her down to sit in the only chair.

Forced to kneel directly in front, Song Qinghan looked up and saw Si Niannian's interested gaze, and was so angry that she wanted to jump up and scratch Si Niannian's face!

Why Si Niannian?!

Si Niannian looked on with great curiosity. Seeing Song Qinghan crawling all over the place, she couldn't help but ask, "Is today the seventh day after Ta Xue's death?"

Madam Song glared at her with a dark expression: "You..."

Si Niannian suddenly realized: "Is my little sister imitating Gouzi and Gou Sun, personally kneeling before Ta Xue's spirit tablet?"

"Are my sister and Taxue really that close?"

In front of her adoptive mother, she knelt down on all fours and acted like a dutiful son and grandson to the dog. Madam Song is really good at enduring this!

Si Niannian gasped sharply, as if her eyes had been opened, and Madam Song pretended to pounce on her and cover her mouth: "I'll tell you to shut up!"

"you……"

"Silence!"

The master looked displeased: "Now, Second Miss can go and offer a toast to apologize!"

Song Qinghan remained kneeling motionless like a puppet, her gaze fixed on Si Niannian's face, piercing her flesh like a knife.

Si! Nian! Nian!

Si Niannian sat calmly on the high platform, her eyes meeting hers across the distance with a faint smile at the corners of her eyes.

Oh my, is he not convinced?

Si Niannian's fingertips, which were resting on the armrest of the chair, twitched slightly. Even though there was no wind, the silver bells hanging around her suddenly started ringing in unison!

Ring ring!

"ah!"

Madam Song let out a scream and instinctively shouted, "Han'er, go quickly!"

Hurry up!

If we delay any longer, something really bad might happen!

Song Qinghan was terrified. Disregarding her dignity, she crawled on her knees to Si Niannian's side. With trembling hands, she raised a glass of wine and, following the master's instructions, stammered, "I am a sinner... I, Song Qinghan, today I condemn myself before the spirits of my ancestors."

"The first sin is greed."

Song Qinghan kowtowed repeatedly and offered a second cup with both hands: "Please forgive my evil thoughts."

"Three...three times I beg the spirits to forgive my sins. All my greed and evil deeds are my fault. Today I offer three cups of wine, countless incense sticks and paper money, and kneel to beg the spirits of my ancestors to forgive my sins and pardon my sins!"

The liquor spilled onto the ground, yet no aroma could be detected; the strong liquor seeped into the mud silently, like clear water.

The paper money in the copper basins that the master had arranged in advance caught fire as soon as it was exposed to the wind, and the fire circled Song Qinghan in the middle.

Upon seeing this, Madam Song's eyes narrowed and her whole body trembled.

Si Niannian's face was devoid of any smile, and her profile, illuminated by the firelight, held an inexplicable solemnity.

She saw a pair of wrinkled hands slowly move away from Song Qinghan's neck, until...

It was gradually dispersed by the flames.

Even evil spirits have a mercy for humans, but...

The most vicious things in this world have never been demons, ghosts, or gods.

The aunt who treated Song Qinghan like her own daughter and raised her with great care, but was killed by Song Qinghan herself, ultimately let her go.

If the victim chose to forgive, then there's nothing more to hold a grudge against.

Si Niannian seemed bored and said impatiently, "How much longer do I have to stay here?"

Upon hearing this, the master paused, ignoring Si Niannian's words, and instead walked towards Madam Song, whose face was ashen.

Song Qinghan remained kneeling, too afraid to get up. Her thin back trembled as if she were genuinely repenting.

Si Niannian couldn't help but laugh after just one glance.

Si Niannian leaned down slightly and whispered in Song Qinghan's ear, "Little sister, how does it feel to be treated like a dog?"

Didn't you like to humiliate her by using a doghouse?

Then she'll turn Song Qinghan into a dog crawling all over the place!

Song Qinghan suddenly looked up, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Si Niannian: "It's you?!"

Why did she suddenly become possessed by an evil spirit?

It must have been Si Niannian who did it!

It was Si Niannian who ruined her!

"Si Niannian, you..."

"What are you talking about?" Si Niannian blinked blankly, stood up, yawned, and said, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

Madam Song, busy listening to the master's instructions, waved her hand impatiently: "Send her away!"

Si Niannian is useless here, she can get out!

Si Niannian rubbed the faintly burning red spots on her body, then got up and left, wanting to avoid seeing or worrying about them.

Song Qinghan staggered to her feet and desperately pinched her arm.

It must not flare up... at least not now!

She had no evidence to prove that Si Niannian was behind it, and...

Song Qinghan looked around with lingering fear, swallowed hard to suppress her terror, and walked towards Madam Song with a pale face, asking cautiously, "Mother, am I alright?"

Overjoyed, Madam Song embraced her and bowed repeatedly to the master in gratitude.

The master was indeed a reclusive sage. He left without a word after finishing his business, and didn't even accept the gold and silver given to him by Madam Song. He only took away a pot of the remaining wine.

The candles in Qinghan Courtyard were finally relit.

Amidst the cries of Madam Song and Song Qinghan, who had survived the ordeal, Si Niannian heard three whistles from afar, went into the house expressionlessly, closed the door, and went to sleep.

Now that Song Qinghan is alright, the focus should shift back to her...