The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

Han Yueshi's screams echoed throughout the courtyard.

The large tree was smashed and the formation in the courtyard was reversed.

"No, leave quickly!"

Lianyao put the fox into the auspicious cloud bottle, picked up Han Yueshi and transformed into thousands of black dots, disappearing into the courtyard.

Han Cuiyin witnessed the whole thing, but she still didn't know much about the key information.

She did have a guess: Han Yueshi and Lian Yao were probably trying to take advantage of the chaos at the sacrificial altar.

Back in the Realm of Immortality, she had heard a rumor, though she didn't know if it was true. Lian Yao could be either righteous or evil, and could indiscriminately transform between filth and spiritual energy. Wherever he was, he was practically invincible.

While Han Cuiyin was still sorting things out in the mountains, a coffin suddenly appeared in the house.

The foul air in the courtyard had just been absorbed by Lianyao and Han Yueshi, but now that the formation has reversed, it's unclear where it's drawing in so much more from.

The coffin, carved with runes, spun rapidly in mid-air, revealing countless bewildered faces of newly formed souls before disappearing into the coffin.

Living souls? This is almost identical to the sacrificial array in the forest, except that the physical body dies naturally, unlike the people in the sacrificial array, who leave nothing behind except for a pile of fragments and a few strands of hair.

So vicious! Han Cuiyin, holding the jade staff, was about to rush over.

The little yellow ball was no longer invisible and revealed itself.

"Don't move!" Luo Jingqian's voice came from behind. "You're no match for them now. Let's think this through."

He did not wear a mask at night.

His handsome face was icy cold.

The mystery of Beijing that has lasted for so many years has been explained at this moment.

The misfortune during the Ghost Festival was not divine punishment from the Great Ye Dynasty's royal family; it was clearly man-made.

Luo Jingqian's expression was solemn. "This matter is probably not that simple. We'll go back and meet with my maternal grandmother, and then we'll think of a solution."

"Hmm, let's check whose courtyard it is," Han Cuiyin paused, looking at the scene inside, "but we probably won't be able to find out. The formation here has been there for a long time. Did you notice any unusual activity here in the past few years?"

The souls in the courtyard kept pouring into that strange coffin. Even though she was used to seeing all kinds of magical artifacts like soul-capturing banners in the world of immortality, she couldn't help but feel indignant at the sight.

These are all mortals, not cultivators; their methods are far too cruel.

These people may perish in their dreams, completely unaware that their time has come.

“I’ve never seen it before, it’s hidden so well. This whole area is inhabited by poor people, it’s not conspicuous at all.” Luo Jingqian lowered his eyes, unable to bear looking any longer. “Let’s go back first, it’s a fait accompli, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Both of them were in a heavy mood.

The person behind the scenes was very clever; these people died in their sleep, and the perpetrators couldn't find any trace of them.

The coffin in the courtyard stopped turning and slowly landed, from which a person dressed in black with disheveled hair sat up.

Han Cuiyin threw a stone bead into the courtyard. Just as it reached mid-air, the stone bead turned into dust and scattered.

The person inside the coffin looked out. The wooden fish had concealed their form and aura. The person was staring straight in their direction, their eyes seemingly able to see through things.

"Do you recognize this person? Someone capable of setting up such a large formation is no ordinary person," Han Cuiyin asked in a low voice.

"I've never seen it before, but it looks somewhat familiar," Luo Jingqian recalled. "It's like I've seen it somewhere before."

"If you've seen him before, he must be some powerful figure in the capital. Let's go first; this man's combat strength is definitely not bad."

After weighing the pros and cons, Han Cuiyin decided not to take the risk anymore.

The two left without making a sound.

The person in the coffin had completely black eye sockets, staring in the direction they had left, and it took a long time for their pupils to return to normal.

"What happened? Why am I outside?"

"Fan'er, are you alright?" An old man appeared in the courtyard. "What happened? Why did this place suddenly change just now?"

“Ancestor, I don’t know either. I was lying in the coffin when a woman came in with a small bottle with auspicious cloud patterns. She absorbed all the black energy, and for some reason, the coffin threw me out. After that, I passed out. Just now, my body felt like it was about to burst, and that’s when I woke up. When I woke up, I was like this.”

The young man in the coffin looked down at his attire, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Haha, good! May the ancestors of the Mo family bless us! We've finally succeeded!" The old man touched the red full moon mark on the young man's forehead, his eyes filled with astonishment. "So, all our previous failures were because we didn't fight to the death. Fan'er, from now on, you will be the strongest support for the Mo family. Hahaha~"

If a few more sons could be born, the Mo family would surely prosper.

"By the way, that fox is missing. It's probably been taken away. Ancestor, have you ever caught a red fox called Redwood?"

Mo Fan had spent several months with the white fox, and Bai Yuan kept him company when he was bored. He had developed a bit of pity for it. "Ancestor, will Bai Yuan's tail grow back in the future?"

"Fan'er, you should put away your compassionate heart! You're always thinking of others, but Heaven has never intended to let the Mo family off the hook. Why should we, the descendants, bear the sins committed by our ancestors? As the saying goes, death absolves all debts, so why should we bear them? We should just live our own lives and not meddle in other people's business! Baiyuan's current predicament is its destiny."

Mo Fan opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say it. Bai Yuan's calamity was clearly their grandfather and grandson's.

If their ancestor hadn't gone to the Pinglian Mountains, the siblings would still be living happily there.

All of this is because of him.

His life was built on the backs of countless others, allowing him to live like an ordinary person.

Mo Changdao turned around, waved his right hand, and the courtyard was in a mess, the original formation was also removed.

"Wait here for a bit, I'll be right back."

Back in the secret room, his eyes darkened when he saw the scratch marks on the wall.

They should have chopped off that wild fox's claws back then.

If it weren't for the protective array, Fan'er would probably have died under its claws long ago.

However, this result is a way of making the best use of resources.

The red fox escaped, so catching it again will be quite difficult.

Mo Changdao looked around and finally destroyed the place.

Decades of hard work, in this moment, finally return to dust.

"Fan'er, let's go!"

Both men, along with their coffins, vanished without a trace, and both courtyards were engulfed in flames.

At that moment, cries suddenly erupted from thousands of houses.

The capital city is getting noisy.

Han Cuiyin and Luo Jingqian did not leave; they walked in the alley without being seen by anyone.

In the alley they had just walked through, almost every household had someone die in their sleep.

A rough calculation shows that this time the number reached five thousand.

"This year, the number is almost double that of previous years. In previous years, there were only about three thousand people, including the old and the young, but this time they are almost all young and strong." Luo Jingqian had been on the battlefield and knew what young and strong meant.

The surrounding countries of the Great Ye Dynasty are eyeing its territory covetously. Without the able-bodied men to protect the country, how could the people live in peace and prosperity?

Seeing his low spirits, Han Cuiyin comforted him, "Let's go back first. We have to find that Fan'er. Maybe then we can catch the person behind it all."

When the two arrived at the square, there were only thirty-five people there. Xu Tianyun took Mo Changdao's place and began to reinforce the formation.

Han Cuiyin sighed helplessly, "All these years have been a waste of effort. Why don't you tell the royal family that these people are useless and there is no need to continue to support them?"

It would be strange if such an ordinary formation could work.

“Yes, the Ghost Festival was a man-made disaster, and it won’t be left like this.” Luo Jingqian nodded, his gaze towards those people as cold as ice.