Zijun stopped there.

Wang Jing glanced at him secretly. She knew that the reason Zi Jun was so sure was because the curse on him had not yet been lifted.

This means that the power belonging to that ancient spirit has not completely disappeared.

The reason Wang Jing was so certain, besides her previous speculation, was Hua Rong!

Hua Rong clearly pointed out that they were now under the influence of a spirit's spell.

She couldn't explain it, but guessed that some spirit must have distorted time and space, pulling them into the past of some spirit or all of them.

Xie Kuan suddenly laughed, "It's not that the spirit is too weak, it's just that the two of you are too powerful. I didn't expect this place to attract people with real skills like you."

Xie Kuan's expression softened, and he stood up and walked over to Su Tianlian and Su Kugan.

With a gentle tap on their heads, the two people who had been screaming just moments before... stopped screaming.

Immediately, their eyes lost their timidity, though they still retained traces of their original personalities, they became much calmer.

The way the two looked at Xie Kuan was very intimate; their gazes didn't seem like those of friends or colleagues.

It's more like looking at... its own master.

Then, Xie Kuan walked over to Aunt Wang and patted her on the head, and Aunt Wang's eyes began to clear.

Unlike the two sisters who hadn't said a word, she looked at the situation before her as if she knew something, and sighed, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy."

After saying that, her gaze suddenly fell on the four people who were still screaming, her eyes filled with intense resentment.

Even the old man, whose throat had already been slit, was glared at by her several times.

Although Wang Jing and Zi Jun looked at Xie Kuan with relatively calm eyes, there was still a hint of wariness in their eyes.

The moment Xie Kuan stood up, they felt an immense power emanating from him.

This is nothing like the suspiciously weak, millennia-old ghost from before.

The power emanating from him was indeed somewhat like that of a complete, ten-thousand-year-old ghost.

Even stronger...

Xie Kuan did not show any aggression; in fact, he seemed more carefree than before.

This is not a trait that one would expect from a child who has been subjected to long-term beatings by their father.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the four people who had been screaming suddenly slumped onto the table and stopped moving.

It is unknown whether they are dead or alive.

It should be alive, since if a spirit dies, it truly vanishes into nothingness.

Even the wound on Master Wen's neck had disappeared, and the bloodstains were gone.

He wasn't slumped over the table; he remained unconscious in the same position as when he died.

Of the nine people, only Xie Kuan, the Su sisters, and Aunt Wang are still conscious.

Wang Jing tentatively asked, "Did the four of you kill all five of them, or did one of you get killed...?"

She didn't say it explicitly, but judging from the current situation...

The nine spirits that now appear before them have indeed died at some point in the past.

I just don't know how they died.

Wang Jing guessed that either one side conspired to kill the other, or they stabbed each other in the back.

She leaned towards the latter; she could only be certain of one thing.

She confirmed to Xie Kuan, "You committed suicide."

Xie Kuan smiled, showing no surprise at Wang Jing's guess this time.

“You are indeed a capable master. In that case, I can rest assured.”

Before Wang Jing could figure out what he was doing, Xie Kuan suddenly knelt down on the ground.

“I don’t know how much power I possess now, but it is obviously much stronger than that of an ordinary spirit. I offer all my cultivation as payment. If… you find this cultivation acceptable, I would like to use it as collateral to ask you to send the three of them to be reincarnated.”

Su Tianlian stood up, somewhat agitated: "Xie Kuan, we don't want to be reincarnated. Isn't it good for us to stay here? We all sat down together, so why can't you be reincarnated? This isn't fair to you!"

“That’s right, we’ll stay here. Even if it’s just to be spirits for the rest of my life, I don’t want to leave you,” Su Kugan cried.

Aunt Wang didn't say anything, but sighed again, her eyes looking exceptionally gentle.

Her eyes, though she said nothing, conveyed her desire to stay here with Xie Kuan as a spirit.

Wang Jing sensed a great deal of helplessness in Xie Kuan's words; it turned out that they did not want anyone to seek justice for them.

In their view, the moment they killed their enemies, they had already avenged themselves.

As for whether the truth will be known to the world, they no longer care.

They are simply unable to reincarnate on their own, which is why they are trapped in this villa.

Rather than waiting for salvation day by day, it's more accurate to say that they were constantly immersed in pain.

"Get up," Zijun said to Xie Kuan in an annoyed tone.

Xie Kuan smiled and stood up.

"We'll talk about reincarnation later. Now, you should tell us what exactly happened."

Hearing Zijun's words, Xie Kuan sighed, "Of course, it's just a long story..."

"Then let me speak first." Before he could speak, Wang Jing interrupted him, "Let me guess. All those questions I asked before weren't in vain."

"Based on what you said before, I did divide you into two groups: the four of you who said they didn't hear anything formed one camp, the four of you formed another camp, and Master Wen formed a separate camp. Was I wrong to divide you like that?"

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