Song Jiao was suspended in the air, like a cold and elegant god, her eyes penetrating the clouds and locking onto the golden building in the southeast corner of the city.
It was an ancient and solemn temple, which was still shining and eye-catching even under the cover of night.
"Host, isn't this the Song family where you used to stay?" Tuanzi's voice sounded in Song Jiao's mind with a hint of surprise.
It felt the same aura as that of the Lord God, and ripples appeared in its heart.
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
"How long has it been since then? Is Song Xuan already dead?" She whispered to herself, a wave of indescribable emotion welling up in her heart. All she had left behind was Song Xuan, the former ancestor of the Song family.
She recalled how much effort she had put in to clear the Song family's karma.
So now, because they are no longer bound by any rules, are they starting to act unrestrained again?
Song Jiao's eyes gradually turned cold. She glanced at the ground and slapped it with her palm.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and two figures, one black and one white, emerged from the ground.
They are the Black and White Impermanence of the underworld, but they look a little embarrassed at this moment.
"Who are you? Why are you so rude? Do you have something important to talk to us about?" Bai Wuchang asked with an unhappy look on his face, but when he saw the shining light of merit on Song Jiao's body, he was stunned.
He quickly changed his tone and asked respectfully, "Sir, what do you need us to inquire about?"
"Help me check someone, Song Xuan, the ancestor of the Song family!" Song Jiao said lightly.
Upon hearing this, the Black and White Impermanence immediately returned to the ground and disappeared.
About thirty minutes later, an old figure was brought up. It was Song Xuan's soul.
The moment Song Xuan saw Song Jiao, he almost burst into tears. "Boundary... why are you here again?" He asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.
Song Jiao looked at him indifferently and asked in a cold voice, "Do you know what the Song family is doing now?"
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan sighed and his body became even more hunched.
"This... I know. But I'm dead now, and there's nothing I can do even if I want to." He said helplessly.
"In a word, are you willing to let me deal with you?" Song Jiao's voice became even colder, as if it could penetrate people's souls.
Song Xuan nodded and said in a trembling voice, "It's up to you."
When Song Jiao heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
But then she softened again.
"That's enough, go and enjoy your old age!" she said lightly, as if she was saying goodbye to an old friend.
After saying that, she turned around and floated away, leaving Song Xuan and the Black and White Impermanence with stunned expressions.
Song Jiao slowly approached the ancient mansion that carried hundreds of years of history of the Song family. In the night, the old house looked particularly gloomy and silent, as if every inch of bricks and tiles was soaked in the secrets of time.
As soon as she stepped into the edge of the mansion, an inexplicable repulsive force quietly came over her, trying to block her out.
However, this power seemed so insignificant in front of Song Jiao, and dissipated like morning mist in just a moment.
She smiled contemptuously, passed through the invisible barrier lightly, and stepped directly into the Song family's ancestral hall.
Inside the ancestral hall, candlelight flickered, and rows of exquisite memorial tablets stood quietly, each name representing the Song family's former glory and honor.
But Song Jiao just waved her hand lightly, and the spirit tablets carrying the history of the Song family fell like dead leaves. Cracks spread across the smooth wooden surface, making a series of sharp cracking sounds.
This sudden change caused an uproar in the Song family. People rushed over from all directions, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
They looked at the debris on the ground, and an indescribable fear and anxiety surged in their hearts.
"This...what's going on? How did the ancestral hall become like this?" A young member of the Song family asked in a trembling voice, his eyes searching around the ancestral hall, trying to find the source of the disaster.
"Grandpa, look! There is a dark shadow above the ancestral hall!" Another young man pointed at the roof of the ancestral hall, with a hint of fear in his voice.
At this moment, Song Jiao's figure gradually appeared. She seemed like a ghost walking out of the darkness, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
She waved her hand casually, and the furnishings in the ancestral hall were instantly shattered as if swept by a huge wave.
The feng shui layout was completely destroyed, and the original solemn and sacred atmosphere disappeared, replaced by chaos and desolation.
"Who are you? How dare you come to our Song family's ancestral hall and act wildly!" Old man Song leaned on his crutch and glared at Song Jiao angrily.
As an elder of the Song family, he had never seen such an arrogant outsider.
Even though the Song family is still so prosperous, there are still evil ghosts causing trouble.
Song Jiao smiled faintly, and that smile revealed endless ridicule and contempt.
"His cultivation is not that good, but he has a big mouth." She said softly, as if mocking Old Man Song's ignorance and arrogance.
Then, she raised her hand and easily knocked over the evil spirits around her that were suppressed by the Song family's magic.
These evil spirits were originally firmly bound in the corners of the ancestral hall, but now they rushed madly to every corner of the ancestral hall like wild horses.
In an instant, the entire ancestral hall was filled with all kinds of black souls. They were clamoring and roaring, and rushed directly towards the people of the Song family.
The Song family members were thrown into chaos. They screamed and ran in fear, trying to escape from this horrible ancestral hall.
The old man of the Song family widened his eyes and looked at Song Jiao with eyes full of fear and confusion.
"What the hell are you!" he asked in a trembling voice, as if he had seen something incredible.
You know, the Song family's ancestral hall has always been immune to all kinds of ghosts. The ancestors have done great deeds, so how could they let an evil ghost get close to it?
Song Jiao curled her lips into a sneer, raised her hand, and slapped him in the face.
The old man's soul seemed to be blown out by an invisible force, floating in the air.
He smiled coldly, "Want to know? Then it's better to ask your ancestors!"
The old man's soul struggled in the air for a few times, as if trying to return to his body, but was blocked by an invisible force.
Just then, Song Xuan floated in anxiously.
He looked at Song Jiao anxiously, fearing that she would be cruel to the old man.
"Sister, please show mercy. I will take care of this man. I promise I won't show mercy!" He said anxiously, with a hint of pleading in his voice.
Song Jiao looked at Song Xuan indifferently, "I understand that you want to clean up the mess, but you also have to understand that I can't tolerate dirty things."
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