When Zhang returned home, Tian Sangui was squatting at the kitchen door eating rice porridge.

"San Gui, after you finish eating, let's go to your aunt's house together. Didn't you want to hire some farmhands? I'm afraid I'm not good with words and might not be able to get your cousins ​​to come. Wouldn't that delay your important matter?"

Zhang rolled up her sleeves, lowered the cartboard that was standing against the wall, then put it around the donkey's neck, explaining that she wanted Tian Sangui to go to Zhangjia Village with her.

After listening, Tian Sangui nodded blankly. She probably didn't hear everything Zhang said, only that she was asked to accompany her to her aunt's house.

Even the dishes and chopsticks she had eaten from, Zhang Shi wouldn't let her wash them herself.

"Let's leave it there for now, we can wash it when Mother comes back. Let's get in the carriage quickly, we need to get going." Zhang was a little impatient.

How could a mother not be worried when her beloved daughter suddenly became like this, so listless and unresponsive? She wished she could carry her to the sorceress immediately.

Tian Sangui was preoccupied with his own thoughts and didn't notice Zhang's impatience.

Obediently stepping onto the cart and settling in, Zhang led the donkey cart to the courtyard gate, then turned back to lock the gate, sat beside the cart, and urged the donkey to run along the main road.

In the swaying and bumping carriage, Tian Sangui, who hadn't had a good rest, soon couldn't hold on any longer and lay down on the carriage floor to fall fast asleep.

Just as Zhang had predicted, he changed roads at the next fork in the road.

Wang the fortune teller was a famous fortune teller in the villages of Zhang, Tian, ​​and Li. It was said that people who had recently died could be brought back to life in no time after she examined them. As a result, her reputation spread far and wide in the villages, and everyone who came to her for a consultation was able to get rid of their illnesses and misfortunes.

After traveling for an hour, we finally arrived at the small hill where Granny Wang lived.

Zhang tied the donkey to the tree trunk and woke up Tian Sangui, who was still fast asleep.

"San Gui, wake up! We've arrived!"

Upon waking, Tian Sangui sat up, clutching his aching back, to ease the pain.

She glanced around and wondered, "Weren't we going to my aunt's house? Why are we here?"

Is Zhang going to take her hiking?

"mother......"

"Shh!" Zhang covered her mouth, telling her not to speak.

"Don't say anything. Wait until they ask you when you get up there. Listen to your mother, let's go up first."

Zhang helped the bewildered Tian Sangui walk step by step up the mountain.

Seeing Zhang's mysterious, nervous, and serious demeanor, she dared not ask or speak, and let Zhang help her to the top of the mountain.

A two-courtyard house with black tiles and white walls sits atop the mountain, exuding an aura of wealth and power.

As soon as you step through the gate, there is a large incense burner in the courtyard. Three climbing lizards are carved on the body of the burner. At both ends of the mouth of the burner, there are two Wong Tai Sin statues holding small incense burners, facing the gate and staring directly at the guests who enter.

Anyone who sees them for the first time will be struck by the eyes of these two Wong Tai Sin figures, sending a shiver down their spine.

"Don't be afraid, let's go!" Zhang felt that Tian Sangui's body was a little weak, so she quickly covered her eyes and followed the corridor to the second courtyard.

Just then, they saw Granny Wang sitting under the eaves of the main house. Hearing their footsteps, Granny Wang, dressed in a black dress embroidered with colorful and intricate patterns, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the mother and daughter.

Before Tian Sangui and Zhang Shi could get close, her expression changed, and she suddenly stood up, causing the bells on her body to ring.

She shouted loudly, "You wicked ghosts! How dare you disturb my shaman's shrine!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shi and Tian Sangui's hearts skipped a beat, and their faces turned deathly pale.

Zhang's heart skipped a beat because she had guessed correctly; her daughter was indeed haunted by wandering ghosts, and she should have a shaman perform an exorcism.

Tian Sangui was astonished. Her little ability to travel through time was seen through by this old woman at a glance. What was going on? If she was sent back to the present world, wouldn't she suffocate in her own grave?

No, no, I absolutely can't let that old woman touch her. I have to escape first.

"Mother, we're not going. I don't have this kind of illness. We still have work to do in the fields. Let's go back!"

After saying that, she struggled towards the gate with Zhang Shi. Zhang Shi was wary of her doing this again, so while Tian Sangui exerted force, she also exerted force in the opposite direction.

"San Gui, be good. Let's take a look before we leave, so that your mother can have peace of mind."

Zhang's words chilled Tian Sangui's heart. What did she mean by having to consult the shaman all the time? She was desperately trying to escape because she didn't want to face the shaman.

At this moment, Tian Sangui felt that Zhang's strength was several times greater than usual. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake Zhang in the slightest, and was even getting closer and closer to the sorceress.

Wang the fortune teller stood under the eaves, leaning on her cane, watching the mother and daughter struggle with a mocking smile.

As she approached the sorceress's presence, her heart began to race with panic.

It felt like the sorceress was about to conjure up a yellow talisman and send her to her grave any second...

Oh God, someone please save her! Is today the anniversary of Tian Sangui's death?

Zhang was also puzzled. How could her daughter be so strong today? She almost managed to break free of her hands.

Seeing the foolish Tian Sangui, Zhang made a sudden decision and tightened her grip, pinning Tian Sangui's hands behind his back. She was then dragged down by Tian Sangui's strength and fell onto the steps in front of the eaves.

As she looked up, Wang the fortune teller's face suddenly loomed large in front of her.

Wang Shenpo, who had bent down, smiled even more broadly and pointed a finger at Tian Sangui's forehead.

"Girl, you're in deep trouble!"

That's it, we're completely finished this time.

Seeing Tian Sangui slumped on the ground, Zhang thought he had been frightened by the sorceress. Without bothering to comfort him, she knelt down at the sorceress's feet and begged her to help Tian Sangui get rid of his troubles.

"Wang the fortune teller, I only have this one daughter, and I've cherished her dearly since she was little. I beg you, please help her get rid of this calamity no matter what. Zhang will definitely thank you handsomely, Wang the fortune teller!"

Looking at Zhang's sincere plea, Granny Wang sighed and shook her head helplessly: "Alas, it's fate, it's fate!"

He then turned around, leaning on his cane, and slowly swayed into the main room. As he stepped across the threshold, he turned back to Zhang and said, "Bring her in!"

Zhang was overjoyed. She hurriedly got up, scooped up her daughter who was limp under her legs, and strode into the main room.

Tian Sangui was heartbroken. Looking at Zhang's happy face, she finally understood the feeling of having unspeakable bitterness. Who could understand?

Now that things have come to this, she could only pray that the old witch would go easy on her, and that the grave in this world would be large, preferably a burial chamber, so that she would have some space to move around when she got back, and at least not suffocate.

With a heavy heart, she was forced to kneel on the black round mat by Zhang Shi, following the instructions of the sorceress. Having given up struggling, she allowed Zhang Shi and the sorceress to do as they pleased.

Zhang thought the evil spirit inside her was afraid of all the talismans and incense in the room and was making its last struggle to harass her daughter. She hoped the evil spirit would be smart and leave her daughter's body soon, otherwise the old woman would destroy it.

Little did she know that the "devil" she was talking about was her daughter. She was accepting the reality and giving up completely, which was why she felt so weak.

Wang Shenpo glanced at Tian Sangui and knew that the girl was thinking of things that were far beyond her wildest dreams.

Those in her line of work also rely on fate for their livelihood. Tian Sangui was ordained by fate, so why would she go against fate since she saw through it all?

It was just a joke to scare her.

Now that she is beset by misfortune, as a sorceress, I have no choice but to enlighten her, which can be considered as establishing a merit on her path of cultivation.