"Squeak."

The door was opened.

"Lily, you're back? Quickly give me a shoulder massage, I'll have some snacks in a bit."

Granny Chun didn't even glance at the doorway before uttering those words.

"Um?"

Feeling no movement for a while, she stood up from her chair, her face displeased. Turning around, she saw three women and a palace maid named Baihe trembling beside her, too afraid to speak.

"Who are you?" Granny Chun asked cautiously. Those who had reached the level of evil spirits were extremely afraid of losing their lives.

"Hehe! Little sister, don't be afraid, we're here to do a business deal with you, a sure thing."

Ma Linghua immediately replied to her, then looked her up and down, and seeing the red ghostly aura emanating from her surface, she was very satisfied.

"Mom, this ghost looks rather old!"

Ma Hehua pursed her lips.

Granny Chun was a little nervous; she didn't have a good feeling about these people.

Her brows furrowed tightly, and her eyes gleamed with a wary light, like a frightened wild animal.

On her wrinkled face, the muscles twitched slightly, and the ghostly aura around her body swirled even more intensely, like a layer of red gauze that kept rolling and surging.

Ma Linghua had a faint smile on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, giving it a somewhat eerie feel.

Her gaze, like a cold hook, roamed over Granny Chun, scrutinizing every detail.

The bright red flower on Granny Chun's head stood out starkly against the eerie atmosphere, as if it had been soaked in blood.

The two women beside her were no ordinary people either. One had a sinister look in her eyes, her lips were pursed into a straight line, and her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a dark aura.

Ma Lihua: "……………………"

Why did her eyes look so sinister?

The other was tall and slender, playing with a large knife in her hand. Her well-defined fingers tapped lightly on the knife, making a "tap-tap" sound, each tap seeming to strike Chun Mama's heart.

The palace maid Baihe had already collapsed to the ground, her face ashen, her body trembling, and her eyes filled with fear.

She dared not make a sound, but looked at Granny Chun with pleading eyes, hoping that this sudden crisis would pass quickly.

The air around them seemed to freeze, so stuffy it was hard to breathe. The candlelight on the wall flickered uneasily, casting swaying shadows on everyone's faces, making the whole scene seem even more eerie and unpredictable.

Granny Chun swallowed hard, her throat bobbing slightly. Her voice was a little hoarse: "What kind of business? You'd better not try anything funny."

Ma Linghua's smile deepened, a hint of triumph flashing in her eyes, but she didn't rush to answer. She simply watched Chun Mama quietly, enjoying her tension.

Ma Linghua's face was covered with frost, and the sinister look in her eyes seemed to solidify into a tangible form. The cold smile that curled at the corner of her mouth was like a sharp blade, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"You're a womanizer, aren't you! That makes things easier. I want you to seduce a man so badly that he can never get out of bed again."

Her voice was low and cold, each word like a curse from the deepest hell.

Upon hearing this, a hint of panic flashed in Granny Chun's eyes, but she still replied firmly, "That won't do, we can't get out of this place."

Her body leaned back slightly, and her ghostly aura fluctuated accordingly, as if she were bolstering her courage.

Lily, standing to the side, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, blinking frantically as she tried to signal the danger to Granny Chun, but Granny Chun was so focused on dealing with the crisis at hand that she didn't notice at all.

So you're saying you're quitting?

Ma Hehua's voice rose a few decibels, and the murderous intent in her eyes grew even stronger.

"Lotus, may you be saved! The next one will be even better."

Ma Linghua spoke as if she were dealing with a trivial matter.

"Okay, Mom!"

Ma Hehua responded and, with a flash, appeared before Granny Chun like a ghost.

The knife in her hand gleamed with a chilling light. Without the slightest hesitation, she slashed it viciously towards Granny Chun's neck.

The movements were swift and decisive, like chopping cabbage.

With a flash of cold light, Granny Chun didn't even have time to let out a scream before her massive body vanished into the air like smoke, leaving only a wisp of ghostly energy behind.

She vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if Granny Chun had never existed here. Only the lingering eerie atmosphere still spoke of the cruelty that had just occurred.

"Little girl, are there no ghosts?"

Ma Linghua's voice echoed in the gloomy corridor, like a cold wind piercing the eardrums.

Lily's body jolted, her eyes filled with terror, and she stammered, "Yes, yes."

Her heart was pounding like a drum; even if it wasn't there, it had to be. The tragic scene of Granny Chun's disappearance was still vivid in her mind.

These women were like soul-reaping messengers from hell, killing ghosts without hesitation. Their terrifying aura was so overwhelming that it made it hard for her to breathe.

Lily suppressed her fear and led the others toward the innermost part of the Xin Zhe Ku (a place for laborers).

The further in you go, the stronger the chill becomes, as if countless icy hands are stroking your backs.

One cough after another came from ahead, "cough cough cough..." The sound was like a broken bellows, each cough pulling at the oppressive air and making the already tense atmosphere even more intense.

"Granny Ping, someone is looking for you... to do business with you, and wants to see you."

Lily's voice trembled slightly, sounding particularly abrupt in the silence.

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature around us seemed to drop by a degree, and a chill ran from the soles of our feet straight to our hearts.

The candlelight on the wall flickered uneasily, casting dim, yellowish light that swayed across everyone's faces, revealing expressions that were either tense or indifferent.

"Come in!"

A hoarse voice came from the room, like sandpaper rubbing against wood, rough and dry, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and eeriness, as if squeezed out from endless darkness, making one's heart tighten.

The door seemed to be slowly pushed open by an invisible hand, and an even stronger chill rushed out. It was as if pairs of eyes were watching them from the darkness.

Ma Linghua slightly raised her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips as she smoothed her hair. Her elegant demeanor was tinged with a chilling coldness.

"You're pretty savvy. You saw what happened to that ghost earlier, didn't you? Enough with the chit-chat, I want a charming ghost, and one... no, two! Two male evil ghosts."

Her voice was calm and even, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, each word carrying undeniable authority and murderous intent.

Ma Hehua's gaze lingered on the woman in front of her; this woman in her thirties possessed a unique charm.

Her face was exquisite, and her eyes and brows seemed to exude a myriad of charms. Even in this gloomy environment, her beauty could not be concealed.

Her thin figure made her look somewhat frail, but Ma Hehua knew that this ghost was much stronger than Granny Chun.

Beneath that seemingly calm surface lies a power as deep as an abyss, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.