Chapter 1596 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 6
They completely ignored Song Jinhuan's purpose in coming.
Zhang Qiao'er's already pale face turned even paler upon hearing several familiar voices. Suddenly, she clutched her head, squatted down, and groaned in pain.
Fragments of memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow, eventually piecing together the process of my death.
At the same time, she was slowly enveloped by a black mist.
Seeing that things were not going well, Song Jinhuan immediately made a hand seal and began to mutter to himself.
"Zhang Qiao'er, calm down."
"If there are any grievances, I will take responsibility."
"Do not let yourself be consumed by resentment, for it will affect your path to rebirth."
As Zhang Qiao'er listened to his powerful, comforting voice, the black mist surrounding her gradually dissipated.
The four members of the Zhang family were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
The woman looked up again, blood dripping from the wound on her forehead. Her eyes were filled with resentment as she looked at Song Jinhuan: "Taoist Song, I remember everything now!"
"I am Zhang Qiao'er!"
Song Jinhuan had already confirmed her identity from the Zhang family's reaction.
Hearing her say this now, I'm even more certain.
Then he turned to the Zhang family, who were still in disbelief, and said, "Please ask you two elders to send Zhang Qiao'er a set of neat and clean funeral clothes within three days."
When Zhang's father came to his senses, he looked at Song Jinhuan and then at Zhang Qiao'er, and stammered, "Qiao... Qiao'er, are you really a ghost now?"
Zhang Qiao'er lowered her head and wiped her eyes, saying sadly, "Father, are you afraid of me?"
Zhang's mother, suppressing her grief, comforted him, saying, "How could that be? Even as a ghost, you'll still be your parents' precious treasure!"
Zhang Qiao'er's brother, supporting his unsteady wife, said with tears in his eyes, "Sister, no matter what you become, you will always be my sister, Zhang Fulai's sister!"
His wife nodded silently in agreement.
Zhang Qiao'er cried out, her hatred growing stronger. She turned to Song Jinhuan and said, "Taoist Song, I'm not willing to be reincarnated like this!"
"I want revenge!"
She was only a teenager, with such loving family, yet she died because of the wickedness of others. Even after her death, her family could not find peace. How can anyone not hate her!
Song Jinhuan paused for a moment, then readily agreed, "Okay, I'll help you!"
Zhang Qiao'er was stunned: "Huh? Aren't you going to try to persuade me?"
Song Jinhuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, matters of this life should be settled in this life. Who will remember whom in the next life?"
Zhang Qiao'er asked hesitantly, "Won't this delay my reincarnation?"
She then nervously explained, "I'm not worried about not being able to be reincarnated, but I'm worried that you won't be able to explain it to that official."
"It's alright, you can catch up with your family first. I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn." Song Jinhuan waved his hand, then turned and left.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is neither long nor short.
Song Jinhuan sneaked into the yamen in the dark, climbed over the wall, avoided the guards, and found the magistrate's residence.
The thin talisman slipped through the crack in the door and floated leisurely towards the bedside, hovering above the nose of the sleeping person.
Song Jinhuan brought her two fingers together and tilted them downwards, causing the talisman in mid-air to move downwards as well.
Guan Ziqian felt a slight itch on his face while he was asleep. Thinking it was a mosquito, he groggily raised his hand to swat it away, but "whoosh," his finger hit something hard, and the pain and numbness instantly woke him up.
He exclaimed, "What is that?!"
The dim candlelight in the room gradually illuminated the talisman paper in Guan Qian's eyes.
He gradually calmed down and saw the line of text on it.
[Release the Zhang family members, and the murderer of Zhang Qiao'er will surely surrender within three days.]
If we don't release the Zhang family, how will we buy Zhang Qiao'er's funeral clothes?
Guan Ziqian frowned, hesitating whether or not to believe him.
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