"Ignorant child, you command evil spirits and harm people's lives. When your soul enters the underworld, the City God will surely ensure that you are never reincarnated!"

Chased around by Feng Bingwen and his vengeful spirits, the land, utterly powerless to retaliate, broke down once more, unleashing a torrent of curses.

"Old man, where are you going?"

Feng Bingwen felt no fear upon hearing the threat; instead, he felt exhilarated, releasing all the pent-up frustration in his heart. He picked up his knife and once again rushed towards the spot where the earth had emerged.

"This is outrageous! You just wait, I'm going to petition the City God to escort you here and suppress you!"

Realizing that he could only be chased around and could not protect his blood relatives and descendants at all, the local deity simply stopped coming out. He hid underground, made a vicious threat, and then stopped coming out.

"Did he really go to ask the City God for help?"

Feng Bingwen frowned. If the local earth god worshipped by a village of over a hundred people had such supernatural powers that they could do nothing about him, what kind of great power must the city god, who was worshipped by the entire county, possess?

"Young sir, there's no need to worry. This old bastard doesn't dare to go to the City God. He's just crying wolf. If what he did were exposed to the City God of Jinhua, he would truly be condemned to eternal damnation!"

A female ghost who had gathered around because of the appearance of the land deity comforted Feng Bingwen. She showed no sign of ferocity, and at least when facing Feng Bingwen, she appeared very peaceful.

"Just bluffing, huh? Then it's alright, let's continue!"

Feng Bingwen wasn't particularly afraid of the City God. Strictly speaking, he was the victim and hadn't done anything heinous. This was just a reasonable act of self-defense.

If the City God is unreasonable and punishes him for letting ghosts harm people, then he will not be without the power to fight back.

Each of the bastards he has killed has provided him with considerable merit. Although he hasn't seen them, Feng Bingwen estimates that there must be at least a thousand of them.

With such a huge act of good deed, if he makes a targeted prayer, regardless of what he might do to the City God, he should at least be able to protect himself.

Moreover, heaven and earth are in order, and yin and yang are separate. It seems that the underworld has no jurisdiction over him. The only thing that can deal with him now is the human government.

As for a kidnapped child who then kills another child, if he could be convicted... well, as long as the person sitting in the yamen wearing the official hat isn't mentally ill, it's impossible to convict him.

"Isn't the little gentleman afraid?"

"I'm alive, what do I have to fear from the underworld? It's you who happen to be under the jurisdiction of the underworld, aren't you afraid?"

"As long as I can get revenge and make those people get the punishment they deserve, I'm willing to risk everything, even if it means my soul is scattered!"

A pretty female ghost immediately spoke up, and in the instant her resentment rose, her appearance distorted for a moment, which Feng Bingwen saw.

"Let's go, before the sun rises."

Feng Bingwen gripped the blood-stained woodcutter's knife tightly. That one glance had shaken him to his core, confirming the righteousness of his actions.

In this secluded mountain village far from the county seat, under the cover of night, the vengeful ghost, born of humiliation and torment, and the trafficked child once again join forces to begin their punishment.

Almost every fifteen minutes, a child with blood and sin on his hands would die!

"These evil spirits want to wipe out my entire Qijiagang family? They're pushing their luck!"

On the earth god temple on the hill behind Qijia Village, the old man who had just fled in a disheveled state, uttering harsh words, had a seemingly kind and gentle face that shifted between different emotions.

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare to ask the City God for help?"

In fact, he didn't dare. He knew all too well what kind of filth the descendants of Qijiagang had done.

According to the rules, if a mortal is found to be using evil magic to commit crimes or doing things that are against the natural order, he must report it to the local city god. The underworld deity will then inform the local government of such matters through a dream.

However, instead of reporting it, he chose to conceal it and protect his descendants. The reason was simple: he did not want his family line to end, nor did he want his ancestral worship to cease.

According to the laws of the Great Gan region, human trafficking is punishable by death, without any controversy. The only difference lies in the method of execution, with beheading being the gentlest form of execution.

Almost the entire village of Qijiagang was involved in human trafficking, including some young children and elderly people who were too old to move.

If this had come to light and the authorities had found out, the entire village would have been implicated and executed. It was for this reason that he chose to remain silent, quietly watching his descendants commit countless heinous crimes.

At this point, he could no longer continue to protect them, because if he did not seek help from outside forces, the entire Qijiagang would be slaughtered.

Although the City God has arrived, Qijiagang will not escape the fate of being exterminated. However, if they are lucky, they may be able to preserve a few descendants so that their bloodline can continue.

"This time, I'm afraid I'll also end up in prison!"

His descendants disappeared one by one in his perception. The land god gritted his teeth. This time, when he went to invite the city god, it wasn't just his descendants who were being purged. Even his past deeds would be dug up and purged as well.

"But even if I die, I won't let you evil spirits get away with this."

The Earth God's kind face turned sinister. He leaned on his cane, and the divine light emanating from his body suddenly surged, only to collapse in the next moment. His body, which had seemed like a real person, became illusory and unstable, as if it would collapse at any moment.

At the same time, Feng Bingwen, who was in the middle of a killing spree, suddenly raised his head, and the vengeful spirits surrounding him also stopped and then let out a shriek.

In the very center of Qijiagang, in the most luxurious mansion, a middle-aged man with a dove-like face walked out. Looking at the wandering ghosts and vengeful spirits floating above the village, he showed no unease, but rather disdain.

"You were at my mercy in life, and now you want to cause trouble even in death?"

Ah! Ah! Ah!

As soon as he finished speaking, the vengeful spirits gathered around the mansion let out a shrill scream. The ghosts howled and even the female ghosts who were still in their most beautiful form in life, who were surrounding Feng Bingwen, could no longer hold back and revealed their terrifying yet pitiful death appearance.

"Give me the town!"

Feng Bingwen couldn't see the scene in the center of the village, but he heard a voice containing special power. As the voice rang out, beams of pale yellow light erupted in the households that had not yet been retaliated against by the evil spirits, connecting and then sweeping across the entire village.

It was a masculine power. Feng Bingwen "saw" the ripples spreading from that power, and watched as it swept across his body without any stagnation, impacting the invisible souls of the wronged spirits and vengeful ghosts.