The blurry face inside the net bag glared at Ning Qing with its eyes red, baring its teeth as if it wanted to devour the little devil in front of it whole.

Ning Qing trapped the blurry face, but she was also worried because this thing could be scattered and then reassembled, making it very difficult to kill.

Ning Qing lightly tapped her delicate chin with her fair fingertips: How about... a fire attack?

System: Host, I think it works, but ordinary fire won't work on it.

Ning Qing: Heavenly Fire...?

Ning Qing threw it into her spatial storage and decided to deal with it later; for now, she'd just keep it locked up.

Looking at the hunched old man cowering beside the offering table, the old man stiffened. The ancestor had been captured, and defeat was inevitable.

The once radiant old man seemed to have had his life force drained away, now dull and dejected.

Ning Qing approached him, looking down at him, "Write down all the dirty things you've done in private over the years, and I'll let you go, how about it?"

A sharp glint flashed in the hunched old man's eyes. He lowered his head and said hesitantly, "Can I not write it?"

Ning Qing said, "Sure, then you can stay with your ancestor."

The hunched old man was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll write it."

Ning Qing tossed him a pen and paper.

The hunched old man took the pen and paper, placed them on the offering table, and began to write. His head was lowered, making it impossible to see his expression. His knuckles were white as he gripped the pen, showing how hard he was holding it.

Ning Qing leaned lazily against a large pillar, arms crossed, chatting with the system in her mind.

Ning Qing: Guess what he'll write?

System: I don't want to guess, but it definitely wasn't a proper fart.

Ning Qing: Cat, don't use foul language.

The system stuck out its tongue in the space. There was nothing it could do; this thing was too disgusting. It actually dared to scheme against the mission target. It was already merciful that it hadn't been killed.

The system's focus is always on the mission objective.

The hunched old man extended his left hand and handed Ning Qing a piece of paper covered with writing.

Ning Qing reached out her arm to take it, but the moment she touched the paper, the hunchbacked old man quickly threw his right hand, which was holding a stack of talismans, at Ning Qing. In an instant, the talismans covered Ning Qing like a shower of flowers.

Ning Qing reacted quickly and dodged, but there were just too many of them. The air was filled with talismans, and it was inevitable that she would touch them.

The parts of the body that touch the talisman quickly turn black and then gradually become transparent.

Ning Qing cursed under his breath: Damn it, we've been caught off guard and made a mistake.

Unleashing a surge of ghostly power, the demon attacked the hunchbacked old man. Blood spurted from the old man's mouth, and as he fell to the ground, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His eyes bulged, yet he remained fixedly staring at Ning Qing.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

Before her arm became transparent, Ning Qing knocked over the incense, candles, and lamp oil on the offering table, which instantly burst into flames. Since the Shen family ancestral hall was an antique-style building with wooden roofs, walls, and pillars, the fire spread rapidly. Before long, the entire ancestral hall was ablaze, and the raging flames illuminated the dark night.

Ning Qing looked down at her completely transparent body, feeling the ghostly power gradually disappearing from her body, and a helpless smile appeared on her lips.

It floated gently and slowly home.

Ning Qing passed through the wall and entered the house. In the living room, a small fluorescent white lamp was lit, emitting a gentle, shimmering white light in the dark night, illuminating the small space.

Ning Qing sat on the living room sofa for a while, and finally floated into the bedroom. The little boy was sleeping soundly under the covers. Ning Qing lay down next to him, stretched out her transparent hand through his body, and could no longer embrace the person beside her.