Xiang Wan carefully collected all the gifts from the female ghost and told Tu Hongye to pack the bundle. She then took a peach wood sword and talismans and waved them around the courtyard, chanting incantations. If she encountered anything unusual, she would kick up the dirt, making a mess of what was inside.
In fact, this formation, besides using spiritual objects to set up, also requires the circulation of spiritual energy to last. The core of the formation had already been given to her by the female ghost. The rest of the objects lost their spiritual power when the formation dissipated, gradually revealing the traces of time's corrosion. They turned into powder with a single step, mixing into the soil without leaving a trace.
After the eerie atmosphere in the courtyard dissipated, some people began to peek around. Xiang Wan pretended to perform a ritual, then woke up the people who had fainted from fright that morning, telling them that the evil spirit had been exorcised.
The aftermath should still be handled by the government. However, it seemed unreasonable that Zhang Yun, Wang Fu, and other perpetrators had died here without explanation. Xiang Wan then took out the booklet she had stolen from her bosom and had the men take it to the authorities.
The register contained the hometowns, indentures, and dates of entry into the household of the murdered young men. Without this information, the officials would likely have taken the bodies to a mass grave.
As for Ping Yajun, she's really just hanging on by a thread.
Having lived within the magic array for years, her life force had been eroded by it, leaving her emaciated. The scene Xiang Wan saw earlier was probably staged for her by the female ghost, because she was a Taoist priest and could see these things, while ordinary people would only see Ping Ya Jun's true appearance.
Ping Yajun is nearing her end; this is the fate she deserves, and she has no one to blame but herself.
When the government took over the case, countless victims came to identify the body. The Zhang family's residence suddenly became a place that people within a hundred miles avoided like the plague, and it was also a major case in everyone's eyes.
Having successfully retired, Xiang Wan walked through the mountains with her young apprentice, each of them eating a chicken leg with their mouths full of oil.
Why didn't they take the official road?
Nonsense! They're already so famous. If someone comes to ask them for help again, it's not a problem whether they refuse or not. It's better to keep their achievements hidden and focus on improving their magic. When they run out of money, they can go and beg for alms, ensuring the world remembers their existence while maintaining their mystique. What a wonderful thing!
Wandering? Not at all. She and her little apprentice have already bought a little donkey to carry tents and food. They can set up camp wherever they go. How idyllic!
"Master, we haven't taken a bath for days, and we're so itchy all over!"
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