The situation was critical, and Li Huai couldn't care less about anything else. He directly threw a plate of salt onto the octagonal table.

With a whoosh, salt grains instantly covered the red cloth shoes and the surrounding tablecloth in a thick layer.

"laugh!"

A sound like hot oil being poured onto snow suddenly rang out!

We were horrified to see that the area covered by salt suddenly produced large plumes of gray smoke, which also carried a strong, fishy stench!

A twisted, struggling human silhouette could be vaguely seen through the smoke.

I seized the opportunity and forcefully pressed the teetering blood talisman down, finally covering the shoe and forming a faint halo.

The table stopped shaking, and the eerie aura seemed to have vanished.

The temperature in the living room rose a bit, but the air was still filled with a burnt and rotten smell.

I staggered backward, but Luo Tianhe caught me.

I wiped away a cold sweat, feeling my legs go as limp as noodles.

After a busy night, I've suffered another heavy blow.

My vision blurred, my chest felt tight, and the wound on my fingertip was burning with pain because the incision was too deep.

"Are you alright, Chen Yan?" Luo Tianhe's voice carried a hint of worry.

I waved my hand, panting, "I'm alright, I won't die!"

Luo Tianhe breathed a sigh of relief, but my gaze was fixed on the area suppressed by the blood talisman and salt grains. The salt pile lay there quietly, without any movement for the time being.

But this is only the surface.

I could see that an abnormal, dark, damp ring was slowly spreading within the salt grains.

"No, the salt, the salt looks like it's getting wet!" Li Huai noticed it too, pointing at the spot in alarm.

“That’s normal, she’s depleting the salt’s yang energy,” I explained in a hoarse voice. “She can’t keep going like this for long. We have to think of something else; this thing is too evil!”

At this moment, Zhou Ming slumped in the corner, his face ashen. The scene just now had terrified him so much that he couldn't even speak.

"Chen Yan, what should we do now? This thing is too fierce. We can't just drag it out like this. We need to find out what she really wants!" Luo Tianhe frowned.

I know he's right. This female ghost harbors deep resentment, but she's not a mindless, insane killer.

She's clinging to Zhou Ming, she must want something, she wants to achieve her goals through him, but is going to Ling really that simple?

"We can't wait until dawn." I looked at the wall clock; it was only a little past 2 a.m. "Zhou Ming, does your great-uncle live far from here? Is it possible to contact him now?"

The situation was too urgent, and I no longer had the patience to wait any longer, as something could go wrong at any moment.

Zhou Ming shakily pulled out his phone, looked at it, and said with a sob in his voice, "I can get in touch with him, but my great-uncle is old and a light sleeper. Calling him should wake him up!"

Seeing that he was still hesitant, I frowned and said decisively, "Do you think a good night's sleep is worth your life if you fight him? Just say it's an emergency!"

When Zhou Ming heard what I said, he didn't dare to be negligent, after all, his life was completely in my hands.

His hands trembled as he dialed the number. The phone rang for a moment before being answered. An aged voice came from the other end, sounding somewhat displeased:

"Which bastard is calling in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?! Are they trying to summon your soul?!"

Elderly people probably don't know how to read caller ID and wouldn't know it was Zhou Ming calling.

"Uncle, it's me, Zhou Ming! Something terrible has happened! Please save me! I've been possessed by an evil spirit!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then the old man's voice suddenly became serious: "Possessed by an evil spirit? What happened? Tell me clearly!"

Zhou Ming recounted the events of the past two days in a somewhat incoherent manner, especially the Red-Clad Woman Ridge and the Red Cloth Shoes incident, trying to keep it as concise as possible.

Silence fell on the other end of the phone, with only the old man's rapid breathing coming from the other end.

"Hey, great-uncle, hey, are you still there?" Zhou Ming asked anxiously. Great-uncle was the only lifeline they could find now. If even he didn't know, then they were really doomed!

"Here." The old man's voice became somewhat low, even carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "What a tragedy! That girl really did come back. Back then, she was filled with resentment!"

My great-uncle really knew some inside information. After hearing what he said, I immediately felt reassured.

I gestured for Zhou Ming to hand me the phone, and he handed it to me shakily. I took the phone and asked:

"Uncle, do you know him? Tell us what happened!"

"Who are you, young man? Your voice sounds so unfamiliar!" The old man seemed somewhat wary.

“I’m the person he hired to help him deal with this. Now I’m in a bind, practically in the same boat as him. I would never harm him, believe me. This concerns your nephew’s life, and it could also affect many other people!”

I said it sincerely.

The old man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking, before finally sighing:

"Come find me, these things can't be explained over the phone."

We immediately asked for the address. As Zhou Ming's great-uncle hung up the phone, he was still muttering, "What a sin, what a sin."

He now lives in the old cotton mill family compound in the south of the city, about a 40-minute drive from here.

Now that things have come to this, we can't afford to waste any more time.

After a quick packing, we were ready to leave.

"Brother Yan, these shoes..." Li Huai pointed to the package on the table, still feeling a little uneasy. It didn't seem right to just leave them here like that.

"Take it with you!" I gritted my teeth and said fiercely. If this thing is left here, it might cause some kind of trouble, and my great-uncle might know how to deal with it.

As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

Although I'm an insider in this field, he's lived to be so old and has more experience than I have. He must have some expertise and know-how.

I tore off a few more yellow talismans, wrapped them heavily in several layers of newspaper, and put them into a box. I closed the box, stuck a few more talismans on top, and then had Luo Tianhe take a thick black cloth to completely cover the box.

Seeing that I had gone to such great lengths, Luo Tianhe hesitated to speak, but ultimately remained silent.

Once we were ready, we locked the door and helped Zhou Ming, whose legs were still weak, into Luo Tianhe's van.

The streets were deserted in the early morning, the streetlights were dim, and the atmosphere inside the car was also oppressive; no one spoke.

As Luo Tianhe drove, he kept glancing at the box in my arms through the rearview mirror, his eyes wary.

We soon arrived at our destination, which was the third floor of an old tenement building.

We knocked on the door for ages before it finally creaked open a crack, revealing a wrinkled face.