Nan Yuanman's small face scrunched up, and she couldn't help but groan several times, trying to vomit up the corpse oil she had drunk.

Liu Hanfei covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes filled with malice: "Don't spit it out, swallow it all!"

Under his threat, Nan Yuanman swallowed the corpse oil with difficulty, and lay on the ground to recover from his dizziness.

Next, Nan Yuanman, who was possessing "Zhou Ying's" body, witnessed the entire process of her death.

In the final moments of her life, she not only drank corpse oil, but also ate all sorts of strange insects, swallowing centipedes raw, chewing scorpions raw, and biting venomous snakes raw...

Tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost, her fear and resentment towards Liu Hanfei grew stronger.

Finally, one day, after Liu Hanfei forced her to eat a poisonous toad, while she was lying on the ground recovering, he took out a pitch-black nail, held a hammer, and drove it hard into her Baihui acupoint.

Just as Zhou Ying fainted from the pain, he continued to hammer nails into her hands and feet. Then, he took out a red rope, tied it around her body, and put her in a bizarre position.

Then, Liu Hanfei took out two more talismans and sealed her mouth and eyes.

After doing all this, Liu Hanfei moved Zhou Ying into a pattern drawn in blood, slashed her wrists, and caused Zhou Ying, who still had a breath left, to bleed to death...

Nan Yuanman could clearly feel the blood slowly draining from her body; she felt cold all over, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a mournful, heart-wrenching voice: "Yuanman, it hurts so much...it hurts so much..."

As her voice rang out, Nan Yuanman suddenly felt waves of pain throughout her body, so painful that she couldn't help but bend over.

Meanwhile, in the room filled with yin energy and resentment.

Nan Yuanman, Zhang Shimian, Jiang Lixuan, and the others stood there dumbfounded, their eyes wide open, their bodies shrouded in resentment.

Zhou Ying, dressed in blood-stained clothes, appeared silently behind Nan Yuanman. Her pale, bluish hands slowly touched Nan Yuanman's slender, delicate neck: "You feel pain too, right? Sister is here to help you. Sister will help you get rid of it."

Just as the sharp nails were about to pierce Nan Yuanman's fragile neck, the resentment filling the room was suddenly dispelled.

Xiao Cao and a thin, hunched figure rushed in from outside, angrily growling as they pounced on Zhou Ying, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her to the ground: "Roar—!"

The illusion, now free from Zhou Ying's control, shattered instantly. A golden light flashed in Nan Yuanman's eyes. She blinked and took a while to come back to her senses.

When she saw the person fighting with Zhou Ying, her little face lit up with joy: "Grandpa!"

Great! Grandpa's awake!

When Grandpa Nan heard the childish voice calling out, his body stiffened slightly. He turned his back to Nan Yuanman and mumbled a sound, not letting her see his current appearance.

With her grandfather there, Nan Yuanman felt a little more at ease. She turned her head and saw Zhang Shimian and the others, who were still trapped in the illusion and hadn't woken up, surrounded by resentment. She took out a small coffin and slapped it on their foreheads without any politeness, shouting, "Wake up!"

"Buzz—!"

The resentment in their bodies was suddenly cleared away.

Jiang Lixuan, Zhang Shimian, and the others broke free from the illusion.

"vomit--!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!"

As soon as they emerged from the illusion, Jiang Lixuan, Zheng Feiyu, and Aunt Zheng immediately turned around, bent over, and vomited.

Zhang Shimian's expression wasn't exactly pleasant either. He thanked Nan Yuanman with lingering fear, saying, "Thank you."

He felt a pang of shame. He had cultivated for three or four years, yet he couldn't even defeat a single vengeful ghost and had to rely on a child to save him...

"No need to thank me, saving you requires payment, one thousand yuan per person! Payment can be made afterward!" Nan Yuanman said happily.

Zhang Shimian nodded: "Okay, I'll pay you after this is over. Oh, by the way! Zhou Ying...!!"

Zhang Shimian's heart tightened, and he quickly looked around to check Zhou Ying's movements, afraid that she would suddenly appear and attack him.

When he looked up, he saw a short, hunched figure beating Zhou Ying mercilessly, with Xiao Cao assisting him.

Zhang Shimian: "???"

His eyes widened: "Th-who is...?"

"My grandpa! How about that, isn't he amazing?" Nan Yuanman puffed out her little chest, looking proud: "If my grandpa hadn't arrived in time, you would all be dead!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shimian felt deeply grateful and pulled out a handful of talismans, calling out, "Grandpa! I'm here to help you!"

Old Master Nan stiffened, then moved even faster, quickly dispersing the resentment and yin energy from Zhou Ying's body and taking out the coffin rope to bind her soul.

Then, when Zhang Shimian caught up, she covered her face with one hand and threw Zhou Ying at him with the other.

Zhang Shimian: "!!"

He frantically caught Zhou Ying's soul, which was bound by the coffin ropes.

After he caught it, he looked up and saw that Old Master Nan's figure had quickly disappeared.

Nan Yuanman looked completely bewildered: "??"

For some reason, an ominous premonition rose in her heart, and she took off running in the direction where Grandpa Nan had disappeared: "Grandpa, wait for Yuanman, Yuanman will go home with you."

Jiang Lixuan instinctively grabbed Nan Yuanman's collar, frowned and said coldly, "It's so dark outside, what are you doing running out like a child? Aren't you afraid of falling into the ditch? I'll take you back later."

"No! I want to go find Grandpa!" Nan Yuanman struggled fiercely, her little face full of panic, her voice tinged with anxiety.

"grandfather!"

Suddenly, a hand covered by a sleeve reached out from outside the door and waved up and down.

Upon seeing that hand, Nan Yuanman stopped struggling and breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness Grandpa didn't leave."

She was terrified; she thought her grandfather was going to abandon her and run back home.

Holding Zhou Ying's soul, Zhang Shimian looked towards the door with suspicion and asked hesitantly, "Senior, are you... trying to avoid being seen?"

The hand waved up and down again, as if nodding.

Zhang Shimian suddenly realized why he ran so fast.

With Grandpa Nan waiting, Nan Yuanman's efficiency in resolving matters increased rapidly. She looked at Zhou Ying, who was half-dead from being beaten by Grandpa Nan, in Zhang Shimian's hands, and said earnestly, "Sister Zhou Ying, stop now before you've taken a life."

"I already know about your injustice. Don't worry, Liu Hanfei, and those in the Liu family who absorbed your luck, I will not let them go. Soon, they will be down there to join you."

"At that time, we will settle scores and avenge our grievances."

The heavens will not tolerate a ghost killing a living person, but...

Killing ghosts is not unforgivable; at most, it might damage one's karma.

However, the lost good deeds can be recovered.

Zhou Ying's pale face still showed some resentment, and Nan Yuanman continued, "Do you really want to waste your entire life on these few scoundrels? Are they worth it?"

Zhou Ying fell silent, her dark eyes fixed on Nan Yuanman, her voice hoarse and broken: "Can you really... send them down to keep me company?"

“Really.” Nan Yuanman nodded: “Even if I can’t, he can, and they can too.”

As she spoke, she pointed at Zhang Shimian, then at Jiang Lixuan and Zheng Feiyu.

Zhang Shimian: "?"

He pointed to himself: "Me?"

How could he not know he could?

But...

Zhang Shimian nodded emphatically: "I can do it!"

Zheng Feiyu nodded earnestly: "I will do my best."

Jiang Lixuan: "..." What does this have to do with him?!

He scratched his head in frustration: "I'll help too."

Zhou Ying chuckled a few times: "Then I'll wait."

As soon as she finished speaking, an ancient bronze door appeared behind her, and the sound of chains rattling came from inside.

A ghostly messenger dressed in black robes with a pale face slowly appeared. He smiled and waved to Nan Yuanman, then hooked a chain around Zhou Ying's neck and led her into the Gate of Hell.

Looking at Zhou Ying's retreating figure, Nan Yuanman couldn't help but say, "Sister Zhou Ying, in your next life, don't be so kind."

Zhou Ying paused slightly, gave a soft "hmm," and followed the underworld official as they slowly disappeared into the closing bronze door.

Hearing her words, Zhang Shimian couldn't help but retort, "She's almost driven us to our deaths, and she calls herself kind?"

Nan Yuanman glanced at him and said, "If you weren't kind, you would all be dead that day."

Do you really think all vengeful ghosts are like Zhou Ying, tormenting them for so many days without killing them?

From the beginning, she never really wanted the Zheng family to die.

She just wanted to... tell her story of being wronged.

After a long silence, Zheng Feiyu spoke in a hoarse voice: "The scene we just saw... was it... the scene of her death?"

Nan Yuanman nodded: "Yes."

Zheng Feiyu fell silent. Recalling the torment Zhou Ying endured before her death, a chill ran down his spine.

How could anyone treat a young girl so cruelly?

Mentioning that, Zhang Shimian couldn't help but glare at Liu Hanfei, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, wishing she could tear him to pieces: "That bastard is the real culprit. Your Zheng family must not let him go."

Nan Yuanman: "Besides him, don't let the master who cooperated with him go either. He used a dark magic on Zhou Ying's corpse."

Zhang Shimian was stunned: "Yin object technique?!"