Inside the rather spacious tile-roofed house, a young man who looked quite robust, with even a slightly protruding belly, lay fast asleep on a cool straw mat.

Snap!

Just then, a loud crash rang out in the quiet night. The young man, who was sleeping soundly in bed, frowned, as if his sweet dream had been disturbed. Then, he turned over and continued to sleep.

Bang! Bang!

But the sound of impact rang out again, one after another, disrupting the young man's sweet dream and abruptly ending his steady, orderly snoring.

The young man, awakened by the noise, groggily opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the sound, and shouted impatiently.

"Who is it? Coming here to kick the door in the middle of the night, don't you guys let people sleep? Are you out of your mind?"

The young man, still half-asleep, heard another crash, as if his own door had been kicked down. Hearing that his front door had been damaged, his anger flared up, and he became more alert. He abruptly got out of bed, opened the door, and looked into the living room.

"you!"

The scene before him left him stunned, his mind reeling. The little brat he'd hung from that well during the day was now standing under the rafters of his house, turning his head and smiling at him.

In this inexplicably chilling darkness, the child's eyes shone like jewels, causing the young man, who was still burning with anger, to feel a chill rise from his tailbone and rush to his head.

Tear!

The sound of cheap linen being torn rang out, and Qi Shi watched helplessly as the child who had broken into the house in the middle of the night tore up the talisman that his eldest brother had given to his family.

"stop!"

Qi Shi belatedly shouted out, but what good would it do at this point?

"What did you say?"

Having completed his mission, Feng Bingwen turned around and looked at the young man who had hung him in the well, intending to kill him, a cold smile on his face.

"You little bastard, you're asking for it!"

Seeing the talisman torn to shreds and lying on the ground, Qi Shi hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. Instead, a sinister smile appeared on his face as he stretched his arms and legs, ready to deal with the child.

"You're the one who deserves to die!"

As Feng Bingwen finished speaking, a chilling night wind rushed into the newly built tile-roofed house. The wind, carrying a mournful howl, instantly broke through all the doors and windows, causing the temperature inside the room to drop to the point where breath turned to frost. In an instant, the height of summer turned into the depths of winter.

"ah!!!"

Standing opposite the young man, Feng Bingwen watched as several streams of yin energy bearing the faces of children rushed into the young man's body, carrying a frenzied, all-consuming momentum.

"Well!"

Qi Shi was just an ordinary mortal, and even at night, he could not see the wronged souls of those who had been murdered. However, his senses clearly told him that disaster had struck. He instinctively wanted to run away, but at the same moment, several streams of cold air surged into his body.

In an instant, Qi Shi felt as if he had been thrown naked into the freezing cold for a day, his limbs stiff and his body unable to move.

"I……"

Before he could finish a complete sentence, the strong young man collapsed to the ground, a deep bluish-purple color spreading across his body.

This time, Feng Bingwen did not deliberately dodge, but stood still and watched the boy who wanted to harm him die, with no sign of life left.

If we're talking about the cause of this scumbag's death, Feng Bingwen believes he bears the main responsibility.

But at this moment, Feng Bingwen found that he felt no fear or unease.

"Just a demon in human skin!"

Feng Bingwen spoke softly. He had intended to leave, but suddenly stopped in his tracks. He noticed that some of the vengeful spirits that had rushed into the young man's body had emerged, but most of them had not reappeared.

"Don't be surprised. We are only good enough to be used for their pleasure and to be sold to earn money and food while we are alive. We are powerless to resist. When we die, we become wronged ghosts. It is good enough that we can be hidden by them."

The nimble, snake-like strands of hair extended from outside the house into the house, and the female ghost dressed in plain clothes floated into the room.

"So, ghosts are this fragile!"

Feng Bingwen sighed. Only then did he realize that the ghosts that everyone feared were actually as fragile as candlelight in the wind. Even those seemingly terrifying vengeful spirits had to swarm in to take a person's life.

Even if they take someone's life, they must pay the price of their souls being scattered.

"It's a pity, we can't kill everyone in this village!"

“I can help you. You’ve already suffered enough. There’s no need for this.”

Feng Bingwen spoke again. He couldn't bear to see such a scene. These wronged souls and vengeful ghosts were all pitiful people in life. Now they finally had the chance to take revenge, but they still had to be scattered and destroyed.

"You're still young, and we're already very grateful that you've helped us like this. It's a pity that we're disappearing tonight and won't have the chance to repay you in the future."

The female ghost shook her head in refusal, a gentle expression appearing on her beautiful face. Looking at Feng Bingwen's figure, she seemed to think of someone. The next moment, a ferocious look appeared on her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Even if you pay the price of your souls being scattered, you still can't kill all these evil people. You can help me suppress them, and I can kill them myself!"

“You are too young. At this age, you should be studying the classics in a private school, not leading us wronged ghosts and vengeful spirits to kill people and staining your hands with blood.”

"Sister underestimates me. My grandfather was a scholar, and I read the classics when I was very young. The book says, 'A gentleman does not leave a grudge unavenged!' These scumbags have a blood feud with me. If I don't kill a few of them with my own hands, I'm afraid I won't be able to be a gentleman in the future."

"In that case, young gentleman, I'll leave tonight in your care."

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the female ghost paused slightly, then smiled sweetly.

"It's only right that these scumbags don't see the sun rise tomorrow."

A smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's face. These vengeful spirits and ghosts could assist him; he would handle the killing.

Oh, no, this isn't murder, this is cleaning up the filth of the world. To call them beasts is an insult to beasts.

After saying that, Feng Bingwen strode away from the now empty tile-roofed house, surrounded by numerous vengeful ghosts who blocked out all the sounds he made.

Boom!

With a loud bang, another door was kicked away. With his experience, Feng Bingwen easily tore the yellow cloth used to ward off evil spirits in the shortest amount of time, and then the ghosts swarmed in.

The person who was awakened in the room tried to get up, but felt the yin energy pouring into their body. Their already dazed head became even more dizzy, and they slumped to the ground. Some people noticed that something was wrong and tried to control their bodies, but found that their bodies were unresponsive and difficult to move.