Ma Lihua reluctantly put on the hat, which had a small pink flashlight on it.

"Alright, daughter, open it and take a look," Ma Hehua urged.

Ma Lihua: "……………………"

"Click!"

The flashlight was turned on, revealing the ghost in the elevator.

The female ghost was truly ugly and incredibly smelly.

"Heavens... Ugh... Heaven and earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the power, bind the soul, collect it." Without saying a word, she directly took out the bag from her mother's waist and put it in. Considering the time constraints, she put it in first and would deal with it after finishing the order.

Li Xin looked at his aunt's heroic figure with envy in his eyes.

Sure enough, once the ghost was gone, the elevator became much warmer.

“Not bad, Pear Blossom, you use this spell very well, much more skillfully than your mother.” Ma Linghua glanced at Ma Hehua, feeling a surge of displeasure.

What are you looking at?

She didn't say anything or do anything wrong.

They soon arrived at Fang Hang's house. The house number, 205, looked a bit old. Li Xin rang the doorbell.

Fang Hang's back was about to break, and he couldn't open the door even when he heard the doorbell.

He lay on the ground, covered in sweat, and the ghost was actually wielding a knife that flew straight toward his head.

Fang Hang's pupils dilated. "Help... help me, Li Xin, save me!"

The sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

In the room now, night has enveloped everything, as thick as ink that cannot be dissolved.

The air around them seemed to freeze, filled with an eerie silence, accompanied by Fang Hang's panting.

A wailing sound came from the tightly closed door, shattering the deathly silence. The sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the heart of everyone present.

Li Xin stood in front of the door, his heart pounding in his chest.

He gripped the doorknob tightly, trying to turn it, but the door seemed to be locked by an evil force, remaining completely still.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the cold ground and disappearing instantly.

"What's going on? Open the door! What are you standing there for?" Ma Hehua asked from behind Li Xin, her voice filled with confusion and curiosity.

There was no answer; his gaze was fixed on the door, his fear suppressed by intense curiosity and the will to survive.

He tried to turn the doorknob again, but the door remained unresponsive.

"Given the current situation, you don't expect me to wait for him to open the door, do you?" Ma Hehua gritted her teeth, her anger instantly ignited.

"Get out of the way."

She took a few steps back, raised her foot and kicked, and the seemingly sturdy door was kicked away by her powerful strength.

As the door collapsed, a strong, nauseating stench wafted out.

The scene inside was even more chilling. Under the dim light, the walls were covered with strange portraits. The figures in the portraits had distorted faces and empty eyes, as if they were telling of endless suffering.

The person lying on the ground was Fang Hang. He was breathing heavily, with little exhalation and much exhalation, indicating that he had been tortured quite a bit.

It was at this moment that the fruit knife on Fang Hang's head was blocked by Ma Hehua's large knife.

"Mother, look! Isn't this the evil spirit that caused this?"

Taking a break, they grabbed Fang Hang, who was crawling on the ground.

“That’s right, it really is.” Ma Linghua had a sharp eye. She looked at the male ghost and thought for a moment. “He wouldn’t bother someone for no reason. Ask him why he’s bothering that young man.”

"Why are you clinging to this boy?" Ma Hehua asked immediately.

Looking at the large black sword standing in the air, the male ghost knew that he definitely couldn't win if he fought it.

"He peed in that alley at night, not only on me, but also ruined my ghost realm. How can I save face if I don't kill him?" As he spoke, he turned into a ghost face.

The wailing and howling sounds in the room became even clearer and more mournful.

Just as Ma Hehua was lost in thought, suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past her eyes, bringing with it a chilly gust of wind.

"Damn it, he's bewitching you! Grab him now!" Ma Linghua's face darkened; this was a major taboo.

Ma Hehua's heart tightened, and she quickly turned around, trying to catch his ghostly figure.

Li Xin held Fang Hang tightly, his heart pounding even harder, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

Just then, Ma Hehua discovered a staircase leading to the basement.

Fang Hang was confused. His house was upstairs, so what kind of basement was there?

The two looked at the dark basement and felt very scared.

The staircase was hidden in the darkness, like an entrance to hell.

Ma Hehua hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to continue.

"Keep up," Ma Linghua said to Li Xin and Fang Hang.

Little did they know, this was a ghostly passage opened by the ghost.

Ma Hehua slowly walked down the stairs, her curiosity growing with each step.

The basement was filled with a damp smell, and water droplets from the walls dripped onto her shoulder, causing her to frown.

When she finally reached the bottom of the basement, the sight before her stunned her.

Inside a huge iron cage was a person covered in blood.

The man's hair was disheveled, his face was distorted, and he kept making ghostly howls.

Ma Hehua approached the iron cage, trying to see the person's face clearly.

Just then, the man suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on her, and let out a low roar.

"Oh my god! What is this?" It looks like a person, a man.

Startled, Ma Hehua took a step back and accidentally fell to the ground.

After regaining her composure and calming herself down, she thought, "What's there to be afraid of? Just do it!"

The others who arrived later were also startled when they saw the blood-stained man.

"What...what's going on?" Fang Hang asked in disbelief.

He stared in horror at the person in the iron cage, his heart filled with doubt and fear.

This person is his cousin. Why is he being held here?

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Li Xin's voice behind him.

"Look, that man's blood has turned black."

Ma Linghua and the others also saw it.

Ma Hehua suddenly turned her head and saw a dark figure slowly walking towards her.

Without thinking, she raised the knife and slashed behind her.

"ah!"

The dark figure let out a scream; he hadn't expected the woman's broadsword to be so powerful.

Now everyone saw the true face of the shadowy figure: a man with a ferocious expression, holding a sharp dagger with blood on the blade.

"Oh! Trying to betray me? Go reincarnate a few more times! Don't you even know who gave birth to me?" Ma Hehua continued her tirade.

Male ghost: "…………………………"

His sneak attack failed, didn't it? What does that have to do with who gave birth to her?

“Lotus, what nonsense are you talking about? Let’s catch ghosts.” Ma Linghua said seriously.

“Alright, Mother! I’ve subdued him right away!” Ma Hehua replied loudly, as if afraid her mother wouldn’t hear her.