There were no lights on in the east room of the Meng family's house; only a little moonlight shone through the half-open window.
Qingdai peered down through the cracks in the roof tiles and saw a thin figure sitting upright by the window, wiping something back and forth in her hand.
However, due to the angle, we could only see her back and her movements, but not what was in front of her.
After a long while, the woman finally turned around.
Just as she turned around, a chilling glint flashed past.
Qingdai looked closely and saw the woman holding a dagger and walking towards the bed. The glint of the blade hit the woman's face, revealing the anxiety and ruthlessness in her eyes.
On the bed, Meng Fu was already fast asleep, snoring loudly.
Seeing Liang Siyu walk to the bedside and raise the dagger, Qingdai didn't dare to delay any longer. She flipped over and jumped off the roof, then pushed open the door to the east room.
"Who goes there?" Liang Siyu's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly, almost dropping the knife in her hand.
Upon seeing that it was Qingdai, not Meng Yongfu, she breathed a sigh of relief, then a hint of anticipation rose within her. "What are you doing here? Did Sanhu send you to help me...?"
Seeing that she was making a racket, Qingdai raised her hand and silenced her by pressing her acupoint.
Immediately, he walked to the bedside, chopped the man's neck with one hand, and just in case, took out a small bamboo tube and half a packet of medicine, pinched his nose and blew some into Meng Fu's throat.
The medicine was given to the girl; it was originally given to the Meng family when they sent someone to steal things from the end of the village. Now, it's been returned to the Meng family.
After doing all this, he carried Liang Siyu and leaped over the wall.
He landed in front of Su Hua and said softly, "Miss, everything is taken care of. No one will bother you anymore."
Liang Siyu felt a sudden dizziness. Upon hearing this, she quickly steadied herself and looked back, but instead of seeing the person she wanted to see, she only saw a pale, bloodied face, which terrified her.
He reflexively opened his mouth wide and screamed.
However, because his speech was silenced by the pressure point, even with his mouth wide open, he couldn't utter a single sound.
Finally, he collapsed, his face filled with terror.
The pale-faced man frowned but didn't move. Instead, the person beside him reached out and pulled the other into his arms, then smiled and clicked his tongue softly, "She's so pretty and charming, no wonder someone's been harassing the official road in the middle of the night..."
"Don't talk nonsense! She has absolutely nothing to do with me." Su Sanhu turned his head away.
Su Hua lowered her eyes, her gaze lingering for a moment on the dagger in the woman's hand, before waving to the crowd, "It's getting late, let's get started."
Upon hearing the sound, Qingdai opened the back door of the Meng family's residence, and a group of people filed in with their weapons.
Inside the main room, Meng Yongfu had his eyes closed, but he was sleeping restlessly, snoring intermittently. Suddenly, his body trembled, and he abruptly opened his eyes.
Only after seeing the familiar bed did he exhale a sigh of relief.
He wiped the sweat from his face roughly. "So, it was just a dream again..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew by, making the door creak. The man looked up and his brows furrowed instantly. He clearly remembered that he had bolted the door before going to bed earlier that night.
Could it be that Fu'er has come into the room to rummage through the silver again?
Upon realizing this, Meng Yongfu was filled with rage and quickly grabbed a tinderbox to light the candle.
However, the tinderbox was lit several times, and the flame inside went out, but the candle still could not be lit.
"What's going on? Has this candle gotten damp?" the man wondered. When he reached out and touched it, his fingertips were wet.
This made things even stranger. Shanghe Village hadn't seen a drop of rain for over half a month, so even if the roof wanted to leak, it wouldn't.
He subconsciously looked up at the roof.
Just then, another gust of wind blew by.
However, this time the wind was icy cold, chilling people to the bone, and Meng Yongfu shivered from the cold.
With his eyes slightly open, he watched as a white shadow drifted down from the sky and then stopped motionless in front of him.
The moonlight shifted gently, illuminating half of the white figure's face.
Looking at the woman bleeding from all seven orifices, Meng Yongfu couldn't help but take a step back, and then impatiently flicked his sleeve.
"I've already told you, stop looking for me! Go reincarnate already! Why do you keep coming to see me every few days? Aren't you tired? I'm exhausted!"
Seeing his reaction, the female ghost fell silent for a moment.
Then, he threatened, "I'm telling you, if you continue to be so ungrateful, I will ask a Taoist priest to take away all of you wandering ghosts tomorrow."
Wandering ghosts can be reincarnated if they report to the underworld in time, but if they are taken away by a Taoist priest, they will only be reduced to ashes and disappear from this world forever!
The female ghost raised her hand, and with a flick of her snow-white sleeve, a gust of wind struck the man's face.
It made a squelching sound.
They knocked Meng Yongfu to the ground.
The man raised his hand to cover his face, and a disgusting smell of blood rushed into his nostrils from his palm. Only then did he realize that the candle was not water, but a sticky bead of blood.
Ignoring the burning pain on his face, he looked at the female ghost with a hint of surprise. Could it be that the cultivation of this ghost who died a violent death has improved again?
The moment this thought crossed my mind, a mournful, hoarse sound suddenly filled the air, like the scratching of a cat's claws on rubble.
"Meng Yongfu~~ You're the one who killed me, killed my husband, and caused my six-month-old daughter to never be born. And you still say I'm ungrateful???"
Meng Yongfu, you have some nerve!
As soon as he finished speaking, he received another hard slap on his right cheek.
The slap made Meng Yongfu's ears ring, and his nonchalant expression vanished completely. He still stuck out his neck and said, "Don't think that just because you have more cultivation, you can bully me in my dreams. When I wake up, I will definitely ask a Taoist priest to take you away."
"Waiting for you to wake up? Hehehehehe..." The female ghost seemed to have heard something, her mouth opening and closing, a string of rough laughter bursting from her throat.
Each blow struck the man's heart: "Do you think you'll ever wake up in this lifetime?"
After laughing, she darted like a whirlwind in front of the man, baring her teeth, and the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth flowed even more profusely.
Meng Yongfu was so frightened that he took several steps back. In the darkness, he could not see clearly and could only hear the sound of blood dripping onto the ground. Some of the blood even dripped onto his feet. Before he could put on his shoes, his feet were covered with blood in just a few breaths.
The stench of blood in the air was so strong it almost overwhelmed people.
The man dared not underestimate him any longer and pinched his palm hard, trying to wake himself up.
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