Two days ago, her eldest son did bring something back to her.

It is a longevity lock inlaid with gold and silver.

A name was also engraved on the back.

His name seems to be... Ding Taiping.

The heavy longevity lock was a good thing. Zhao Chunniang believed that all good things should be given to her son, so she helped him put it on that very day.

Could it be...

Is there something wrong with this longevity lock?

Zhao Chunniang tried to remain defiant, but everyone noticed the change in her expression; Lin Wanyue had clearly hit the nail on the head.

"You can't take anything from that shit-man." Although Lin Wanyue also disliked Wang Hu, if she didn't get rid of the ghost quickly, it would become uncontrollable once it started absorbing human energy.

The old Taoist priest said that if a ghost kills someone, its resentment will increase, and it may even turn into an evil spirit.

Lin Wanyue didn't want a vengeful spirit wandering in the peaceful village.

"You're such a young girl...you can't be making this up, can you?" Wang Dazhu was somewhat skeptical.

"If you don't believe my Wanwan, why don't you take your Wang Hu to the clinic right away? He's starting to convulse. Are you blind? If you wait any longer, he might burn himself into an idiot," Liu Junlan said bluntly.

In an era where a common cold can be fatal, it's not uncommon for children to develop intellectual disabilities from fever.

Although Ning'an Village is not a particularly remote place, it still takes at least half an hour to get a child to a clinic, even one in town.

Whether the child can be saved after being sent there is another matter, and it will cost a lot of money.

If it is truly as this little girl says, that there is a ghost at work, then how can the doctor cure the ghost disease?

Zhao Chunniang, the mother, was tormented. She frowned, pondered deeply, and hesitated for a long time before finally gritting her teeth and saying, "How can we return Dengxi to that ghost?"

"Take it down," Lin Wanyue said, pointing to the lock.

"Alright, alright." Wang Dazhu quickly untied a beautifully crafted and heavy longevity lock from his son's neck. His face showed a mixture of fear and heaviness as he said to Zhao Chunniang, "Did Tiger tell you where he found it? I...I want to return it to him..."

As soon as the longevity lock was removed, Wang Hu's condition improved considerably. Although his face was still burning red, his limbs no longer twitched as before.