Seeing that escape was hopeless, Ji Qian could only try to lean her body away from the coffin as much as possible, while still keeping in mind the task Han Mengyao had given her:

"Tell me everything you have to say this time. After the show is finished tomorrow, there can't be a single ghost left in this house. You can choose between performing a ritual to help the dead or letting them disappear."

"Miss Ji, you've misunderstood. We really have nothing going on..." Seeing that Madam Qian was still not giving up, Ji Qian used the same trick again and directly drew her knife and cut off both of Madam Qian's arms.

Madam Qian, who had lost both arms, couldn't help but scream in agony. Master Qian and Qian Handuo rushed up to avenge Madam Qian, but Ji Qian swiftly slashed them down with her knife, turning them into bamboo poles as well.

Mrs. Qian's screams stopped abruptly, and even her sobs automatically went silent.

Qian Huailin looked at this strangely familiar scene and felt a dull pain in his arms. He dared not resist any longer.

Master Qian never expected that Ji Qian would actually take action against them.

Although he was not very familiar with modern culture, through the daily conversations of Ji Qian and others and the explanations of Madam Qian, Mr. Qian had long understood the meaning of modern words such as "camera" and "celebrity".

For this reason, he speculated that celebrities, who are particularly concerned about their reputation, would not harm innocent people who have never hurt anyone in front of a camera.

Ji Qian's behavior over the past few days has just confirmed this inference.

Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, Mr. Qian overlooked Ji Qian's consistently unstable mental state.

Having just experienced a shocking lesson, the Qian family members are now almost completely open to speaking, fearing that Ji Qian might chop off their heads at the slightest provocation.

Han Mengyao didn't hear Ji Qian's question for a long time, and when she turned around, she found that Ji Qian had already retreated to the corner.

Noticing Han Mengyao's shocked expression, Ying Xu, who had witnessed the whole thing, kindly revealed: "She squeezed out through the gap between Master Qian and Madam Qian's severed arms."

Unexpectedly, losing an arm would bring such a side effect, leaving Han Mengyao speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, Han Mengyao finally snapped out of her shock and turned to look at Madam Qian, who was still crying silently: "Madam Qian, I understand how you feel, but only by telling the truth can we better help you."

Madam Qian stopped crying and looked cautiously at Qian Huailin, who quickly expressed his opinion:

"Mother, just tell us. If we can't find out the truth, even if Ji Qian doesn't take action, once they leave tomorrow, we'll just be stuck here waiting to be annihilated."

Mrs. Qian hadn't expected this, and upon hearing it, she quickly revealed everything she had been hiding:

“You did come back that year, stayed for two months and then left. Not long after you left, Wan Niang found out she was pregnant. After Jing Xuan was born, we sent a letter to the Shuiqing Taoist Temple to tell you the good news,”

Qian Huailin had heard this explanation countless times, and was just about to interrupt his mother when he heard her continue:

"But the messenger returned and told us that an accident had occurred at Shuiqing Temple half a year ago, and everyone in the temple had died, leaving only a large red coffin."

Upon hearing this, Qian Huailin could not hide his shock and subconsciously turned his gaze to the eerie red coffin in the distance. He hadn't mentioned it earlier, but the talismans on it were actually used to suppress zombies.

"When we heard the news, we all thought something had happened to you, so we hired a team of bodyguards to go and check, but they didn't return for a long time."

Your older brother wanted to go find them himself, but your father stopped him.

At this point, although Mr. Qian did not think his decision was wrong, he still felt somewhat guilty towards his second son:

“Your eldest brother was the only male heir left in the second generation of the Qian family at the time, and I couldn’t let anything happen to him.”

Although Qian Huailin understood his father's actions, he still felt a little awkward, so he shook his head and said nothing more.

Seeing that the father and son had stopped talking, Madam Qian continued, "Although it wasn't explicitly stated, we all assumed you were dead all those years ago. I cried and made a scene, but eventually I gave up."

Because she was worried that you had died a violent death and wouldn't be able to reincarnate, Wan Niang even stayed at a temple for almost half a year to pray for you.

Even during those years when we paid respects to our ancestors, I would have your older brother secretly burn a few handfuls of paper money for you.

Life would have continued like this, but…

At this point, Madam Qian suddenly paused, and Mr. Qian quickly took over:

"One day five years later, you suddenly ran home with a big red coffin on your back, which almost scared the gatekeeper to death."

You seemed perfectly normal at the time, and we thought it was just a rumor, so we quickly hosted a welcome dinner for you.

Aside from your reluctance to put down the coffin, you seemed perfectly normal during the day.

"Why emphasize that it's daytime?" Ying Xu keenly grasped the suspicious point in Master Qian's words.

Upon hearing Ying Xu's question, Master Qian sighed:

"Because that night, Huailin insisted on sleeping in the coffin like a madman."

Our whole family tried to persuade him for a long time, using every trick in the book. Huaiwen even got into a fight with him, but in the end we still couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Who knew that he would fall asleep for more than three months, during which time he neither ate nor drank and even stopped breathing.

If it weren't for the fact that his body showed no signs of decay, we would almost have been preparing for his funeral.

Then one day, the servants discovered that the coffin was empty, and the whole household was in an uproar. Just as we were about to organize the servants to go out and search for him, we saw him walk in through the main gate.

Shuqin rushed over to check on him, but after a few words, we realized that he thought he had just arrived home and had completely forgotten what happened three months ago, and he didn't mention the coffin at all.

So, to prevent him from sleeping for another three months straight, we secretly hid the coffin.

"That's not right, I came back specifically for Duoniang's wedding!"

Qian Huailin felt his worldview had collapsed. What Master Qian said was completely different from his memory, and there were hardly any parts that matched up.

Looking at his bewildered son, Mr. Qian felt he had sighed unusually many times today.

“Sigh, use your brain. We all thought you were dead. How could we possibly write to you to tell you about Duoniang’s marriage? Only your eldest brother mentioned this when he burned paper money for you.”

It was only then that Qian Huailin suddenly realized that he had never seen the letter from home that said Duoniang was about to get married. The news seemed to have suddenly appeared in his mind.

Qian Huailin had a splitting headache. Looking at the mahogany coffin in front of him, he suddenly felt a fatal attraction, which made him forget everything else and stumble towards the coffin.

Han Mengyao and Madam Qian, who were closest to the object, reached out to stop it at the same time, but both missed.

Qian Huailin ran to the coffin and plunged into it, leaving behind only an empty shell made of straw.

As Qian Huailin's figure disappeared, the red coffin suddenly began to shake violently. Han Mengyao wanted to go forward to check, but was stopped by Ji Qian and Xu Qi who rushed over.