"Master!" Someone tugged at Xiang Wan's robe from behind and whispered, "Could you come with me for a moment?"
Xiang Wan quietly stepped back and turned her head to see that it was the fisherman named A Zuo, who was gesturing anxiously to Xiang Wan, signaling her to follow him.
Since there was nothing for her to do here, and Feng Wuyan had already begun casting a spell to search the little boy's soul, Xiang Wan nodded to the town mayor and disappeared into the crowd.
At this time, most people were gathered in front of Shen Chunhua's house, making the bluestone road unusually quiet.
As Ah Zuo walked along, he said, “Master, Ah Niu is acting strangely. He’s the one who got hit by the waves on the fishing boat; he’s my childhood friend. After you rescued him, he seemed to have lost his soul. His eyes were blank, and he didn’t respond when you called him. When he got home, he went straight to bed and hasn’t gotten up since. He lives alone with his parents; if anything were to happen to him… Master, you must save him!”
"Is there a doctor in town who has seen him?"
“I looked, but I couldn’t figure it out. His mother was terrified and begged me to find a master who could exorcise ghosts. I thought, since you were able to save us, you must also have a way to help him. His house is just behind here, please follow me.”
After turning several corners, we arrived at a wooden building. The candles inside were still burning, and in the dim light, the silhouette of a woman was reflected on the window frame. Every now and then, she would wring out a towel and bend down to wipe someone's clothes.
"Auntie, I've invited the master over!"
"Oh, the old lady will come and open the door right away."
A moment later, the door creaked open, and a damp smell wafted out.
"Ah Zuo, is this the master who saved my son?"
An old woman dressed in coarse linen was about to bow to Xiang Wan when Xiang Wan lifted her up.
The woman's hands seemed a little cold.
The woman seemed somewhat startled and quickly took a half step back, awkwardly inviting Xiang Wan into the house.
A-Zuo followed behind, ready to help Xiang Wan.
Upon entering the room, on the bamboo bed to the right, lay a fisherman named A Niu, his eyes closed, his body soaked with sweat, and the bedding beneath him was also half-wet.
"Ah Niu, you must hold on! The master is here, you will definitely get better."
As the woman spoke, she looked anxiously at Ah Niu while secretly wiping away tears with her fingers.
Without delay, Xiang Wan reached out and lifted his eyelids to take a look, then checked his breathing, and finally took his pulse. His pulse was no different from that of a normal person, but his face was somewhat pale and he was sweating profusely.
If a normal person sweats too much and doesn't replenish fluids in time, they will definitely die of dehydration. But this Ah Niu's lips are dry, as if no one has given him water.
"Auntie, has Ah Niu drunk any water since he got home?"
"No, no, his mouth was kept tightly closed, and I couldn't feed him anything."
"Did you wash him?"
“I only wiped his face and forehead, but he keeps sweating. I’m scared and don’t know what to do,” the woman said. “Master, my son…”
"You all go out first, I'll give him acupuncture."
The woman was a little worried, so A-Zuo comforted her, helped her out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
Xiang Wan bolted the door and blew out the candle in one breath. The old woman outside cried out "Ah!" and was then comforted by A Zuo and taken to the next room.
Gathering her spiritual energy at the corner of her eye, Xiang Wan waited quietly for a while before saying to a corner of the room, "Since you're here, why don't you come out and have a chat?"
The night sky remained covered in dark clouds; with the candles extinguished, there was not a glimmer of light. But wasn't this just right for the people of the underworld?
The figure of Hei Wuchang slowly appeared, walking expressionlessly to Xiang Wan.
"His time has come. You should know the rules of the underworld."
Xiang Wan stepped forward and said, "It's not just you, is it? Most of the underworld's ghost messengers were mobilized just to wait for the rabbit to run into the tree stump? This trick of using someone else to kill is truly ruthless."
"Jiang Xiangwan, you have repeatedly broken the rules of my underworld. Do you even respect the underworld?"
"I'd like to ask you, how do you explain unleashing ghosts to harm people?"
"Those who exist outside the two realms are not under the jurisdiction of my underworld."
"You have trespassed into the human realm. Can I kill you on the spot?"
"You dare?" Black Impermanence was shocked and furious, and released his aura, trying to intimidate others with his power.
Xiang Wan formed a hand seal, enveloping the entire room to prevent disturbing the town's residents.
"I originally thought that the Underworld at least distinguished right from wrong and reasoned with people. Now it seems that what else can they do besides bullying the weak and aiding and abetting evil? Like father, like son. Even if I kill you today, I'm afraid the King of the Underworld won't care. Once you're dead, someone else will naturally take your place. It's an iron camp with ever-changing soldiers. If you don't believe me, you can try!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Wan unleashed her full power.
Whether Black Impermanence catches or kills ghosts in the underworld, he himself is a ghost. As a ghost, he can be killed with exorcism spells and also saved by chanting.
I was polite to him in the past only because I hadn't crossed his line.
The great scourge of Blackwater Lake remains, yet Black Impermanence insists on barging in, leaving those evil spirits to fend for themselves. Since that's the case, she needn't hold back any longer. A ghost appraiser's duty is to uphold justice, vanquish evil spirits, exorcise wickedness, and restore peace to the world, even if it means becoming an enemy of the underworld.
Justice in the world always needs someone to speak out and uphold it, and Xiang Wan is one of them. Why would she be afraid of retaliation from the underworld?
Once the isolation barrier was in place, Xiang Wan's murderous intent poured out.
Having experienced so many worlds, killing has long become a force that Xiang Wan can control at will.
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