Bai Zhiyun was already singing on stage, but Yi Gan, who was listening to the opera below, frowned and looked on warily because she was exuding a terrifying ghostly aura.

Chen Daozhi was extremely anxious and wanted to go on stage to save the person with his bare hands, but was stopped by the quick-thinking Pan Wei.

The snakes and spiders had been summoned back by Miao Lingyu, but Pan Weiyin was still in fear and stayed close to Chen Daozhi, ignoring even Chen Zhenghong.

"Daozhi, Daozhi, where are you going?"

"I have to go save her; she's clearly possessed by the Ghost King."

"Who is she? Why did you go to save her? Now is not the time for Daozhi to show kindness!"

"She's my girlfriend, I have to save her!"

Pan Weiyin was stunned by Chen Daozhi's words and asked, "You, your girlfriend?"

"Dear viewers, I have a secret on my mind, but I have no one to confide in. I am grateful for your kindness and will listen to my story soon..." After a long and drawn-out singing, "Bai Zhiyun" finally began to sing her story.

No one was in the mood to listen to the ghost's performance. An impatient Taoist priest was about to perform a ritual to subdue the ghost king and make him the leader of the Xuandao sect. Just as he cast his spell and drew his peach wood sword, a ghostly aura struck, breaking the spell and the sword. The Taoist priest died on the spot, his eyes wide open in death.

Pan Weiyin looked terrified and clung even tighter to Chen Daozhi, "See? This is too dangerous! I won't let you go!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, come and listen to my story..." Bai Zhiyun sang softly on the stage.

Everyone snapped out of their daze, their expressions complex, each hesitant about whether to listen or not.

However, those below were all self-proclaimed experts and eccentrics who could catch ghosts and exorcise demons. If they were to submit to the tyranny of the Ghost King now, what face would they have left if word got out?

Seeing that the situation was about to reach a stalemate, Chen Ke finally spoke up calmly: "Everyone should listen to this. The coffin ghost king has just appeared in the world and is filled with resentment. With resentment and yin energy, it is not a good time to take action."

"Then, shall we listen to it?"

"Ah, yes, what this young Taoist priest said makes sense. Let's all hold back and listen to what this Ghost King has to say."

With the steps provided, everyone quickly followed them down.

"I am a daughter of a noble family, confined to my home, hoping only for a good marriage chosen by my parents. But instead, I encountered a fickle, heartless man... My poor, elderly mother is filled with sorrow for me. Dressed in red, I threw myself into a well, vowing to make that heartless man... suffer a terrible death!"

The final, soaring hatred in his voice caused everyone to involuntarily take three steps back, barely managing to block it only by using all their skills.

"It turns out that this ghost king was actually a newlywed who committed suicide by jumping into a well, filled with hatred."

"No wonder he's so resentful."

"Not only that, but the fact that the woman in red jumped into the well must mean that her family thought it was unlucky, so they asked a Taoist priest to seal the well."

"The coffin was made from a well, hence the name 'Coffin Ghost King'."

"Such a fierce ghost seems difficult to deal with."

After hearing the story, everyone finally gained some understanding of the Coffin Ghost King, but they also became even more wary.

After the performance, Bai Zhiyun, on stage, raised her orchid finger and asked in a voice that sounded like she was crying, "Ladies and gentlemen, please judge for yourselves whether this heartless man should... receive retribution?"

Everyone exchanged glances, and just as Bai Zhiyun was about to change her expression again, Miao Lingyu said in a clear voice, "Serves him right! This kind of man deserves to die a horrible death!"

"Holy Maiden, what's wrong with you?"

"Holy Maiden, it would be best if you didn't speak to the Ghost King," someone whispered to her.

Li Yulou suddenly shouted back, "Yes, this kind of man should go to the eighteenth level of hell, be boiled in oil, and wade through a sea of ​​fire, so that he will regret his actions!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhiyun on the stage seemed to light up. With her bright red fingernails painted on, she pointed at Chen Zhengxin below and said in a strange yet excited tone, "You heartless man, hurry up and come up here to be punished!"

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Chen Zhengxin stared wide-eyed in terror, unconsciously taking two steps back.

Chen Ke pressed against his back and said in a cool voice, "I told you to go up, where do you think you're going to retreat to?"

Grandma Chen pulled Chen Zhengxin behind her, saying, "No, no, that heartless man isn't Zhengxin, why should he go? You, weren't you here specifically to catch ghosts? What are you standing there for? Go on!"

Everyone frowned. Did this old woman even know what she was saying?

Miao Lingyu, the scholar, spoke in an unreasonable and domineering voice: "Who specializes in catching ghosts? Oh, isn't that the Chen family, a family of ghost catchers? What are you all standing there for? Go!"

"You! Ah! Zhengxin—"

The Ghost King on the stage seemed impatient. With a flick of his red sleeve, he wrapped Chen Zhengxin up, leaving Chen Zhengxin no chance to resist.

With a "thud!", it crashed heavily to the ground.

"Rectify your mind!"

"Second Uncle!"

"Second brother!"

Three voices rang out simultaneously.

The Ghost King, who had just turned around, suddenly turned back and found that there were still a few who had slipped through the net. With a flick of his hand, before the few could react, they saw a flash of bright red shooting straight at them.

Chen Zhenghong and Old Madam Chen were thrown onto the stage without any resistance. Just as Hongxiu was about to wrap herself around Chen Daozhi, she was blocked by the merit on his body. Hongxiu emitted a white light with a "zzzt!" and was knocked back.

"Ah, Daozhi! Are you alright!" Pan Weiyin rushed over, her face pale with fright, fearing that Chen Daozhi had been hurt.

But just as she hugged Chen Daozhi, Hongxiu returned, wrapped herself around Pan Weiyin, and fell onto the stage with Chen Daozhi.

The group, who had just been hoping to take the opportunity to help: ...

On stage, Chen Zhenghong was so angry that he pounded his feet and beat his chest, "What a disaster, what a disaster, what a disaster!"

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"Ouch, my back."

"Mother, Mother, are you alright?" Chen Zhengxin struggled to help the old lady Chen, who was groaning on the ground, to her feet. She stood with Chen Zhenghong, Pan Weiyin, and Chen Daozhi, who had just been thrown up. The whole family was together.

"…Zhiyun, do you still recognize me?" Chen Daozhi knew that Bai Zhiyun was possessed, but he still asked the question unwillingly.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhiyun didn't even glance at him, only glaring angrily at Chen Zhengxin, her voice sharp and sinister, "You heartless man, do you admit your mistake! You swore eternal love to marry me, but in the end, you couldn't withstand someone else's petty schemes. Because of that ridiculous suspicion, you even abandoned your own son!"

Chen Zhengxin was initially confused, but then he realized that the Ghost King seemed to be talking about him and Su Mei.

"Su, Su Mei? Are you Su Mei?"

"Zhengxin, are you crazy? How could she be Su Mei? She's a ghost!" Old Mrs. Chen was afraid that her son would be unable to tell the difference and be possessed by a ghost.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhiyun's expression changed, and her voice became melodious and sorrowful: "Zhengxin, Zhengxin, have you forgotten what you told me before? I have never betrayed you. It was them, they framed me. They just wanted to kill our child!" After saying that, she wrapped her red sleeve around Old Madam Chen's neck.