My lady, don't be angry. I'm letting you touch my big tail.

The servant explained that several Taoist nuns, shamans, and people using folk remedies had come.

Among them, some people also set up tables and used braziers.

However, the color of the case, that is, the color of the table, should always be bright yellow or painted red, avoiding the use of black or other wood with watermarks.

"They said water is yin and can't be used, otherwise it will cause problems and won't achieve the desired effect."

Joey scoffed.

"What a joke, that's a line only used to describe an incompetent person."

Joey can use any color case, because it doesn't matter.

Her own yang energy can make up for all the shortcomings in those small places.

The sky changed from clear to dark.

From day to evening, the hostess said a lot, and Joey roughly understood what she was saying.

"In other words, when you were young, your ancestors were great philanthropists. When the town was in trouble, your ancestors distributed grain and funds. You and your husband, however, were heartless and embezzled the money."

The woman's expression turned sour when she said "not being human".

“That money originally belonged to my family, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to take it! You can’t say that being a good Samaritan means you have to accept it, can you?!”

As she said this, Joey noticed that the yin energy around her was even stronger.

The air in the room was thick with the smell of blood.

Joey could see some red on the upper level.

A small talisman emerged from the sleeve of Joey's hand, which was behind her back.

Just as the red color was gathering more and more, and tentacles were about to grab the female owner, Qiao Yi threw a talisman over. A scream was heard, and the bloody aura on the red tentacles disappeared completely.

The woman turned around because she too heard that inhuman scream.

Then, a strand of black hair fell from the sky.

Right there in front of her.

The woman was too afraid to take it and took several steps back.

Joey reached out and caught the black hair, then brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

"As expected... it smells of many wronged souls combined. Don't be fooled by this small strand of hair; it doesn't belong to a female ghost."

The woman swallowed hard. "Is...is this going to be a threat to me?"

"Of course! Do you think your ancestors' money is yours? As long as they haven't promised to give it to you, that money isn't yours. Embezzling your ancestors' disaster relief funds means less food for the disaster victims, increasing the risk of starvation. Just do the math and see how many people will starve to death because of the money you've embezzled?"

The woman of the house was quite angry.

"Does that mean our family became sinners if our ancestors didn't donate that money and grain?"

Joey was annoyed; this person was unrepentant and hadn't seen through the true nature of things at all.

Is the money and food the main point?

The key point is that since the other party didn't give her the money, it doesn't count as hers.

Taking something without asking is considered theft.

"By secretly keeping that money and grain, it's the same as stealing your ancestors' money and grain. And this money and grain were originally intended to help disaster victims. That's why the female ghost entered your house!"

The strand of hair in Joey's hand seemed to be responding to her, suddenly twisting and making a woman's voice.

Hahaha~ Hahaha~

The woman immediately took several steps back.

"I...I know I was wrong!"

Joey stared at her coldly, wanting to say something, but ultimately gave up on the conversation. She clenched her fist, creating a flame that burned the strand of hair to ashes.

And the hair even twisted and cried out at the end.

The woman was so frightened she almost fell to the ground.

Where had she ever seen this before?

Joey sighed and shook her head.

Even without a trial, Joey could tell that this guy wasn't truly repentant.

He said those words because he was about to die.

During this strange phenomenon, Joey concluded that the woman of the house was the one who could not be saved in the end.

But there were innocent people in the house: servants, cooks, and even the steward who guarded the gate.

Joey couldn't discern anything about them.

There was neither blood energy surrounding it nor yin energy enveloping it.

He was a bit weak, partly because he hadn't been able to leave the house for a long time.

Joey stepped out of the main hall, and the hostess quickly followed behind.

Now she doesn't dare to be alone in a room.

"I...I know I was wrong. I promise that once we get through this crisis, I will give away all that money to build temples and help the poor!"

After walking around, Joey said as she pasted the talismans on the walls of various buildings.

"That part of the money? You made your fortune from that, didn't you? You'd have to go bankrupt to have even a tiny chance."

"All...all of them?!"

Joey urged the mistress to think carefully: if all the servants died because of this, the end result would be that they would suffer injustice and cry foul.

They were dragged down by this woman.

In the end, it will definitely end up underground, causing the woman immense pain; it's better to let her soul simply dissipate.

Night fell completely.

In the courtyard, the table and brazier have already been set up.

Joey doesn't want anyone to see; she can do it herself.

Although the lady of the house was very eager to find out, she gave up the idea.

He didn't dare go back to his room by himself, but stayed with the servants in a small hut.

Joey closed her eyes and concentrated. This time, it wasn't like during the day.

She focused intently and used magic to fix her physical body in the real world, then her soul left her body and searched room by room.

The speed is no longer fast, and it's no longer moving around recklessly.

Instead, he walked directly on foot, bringing with him a chilling yang energy with each room he opened.

This time, the fox spirit wasn't in the storeroom, but in a guest room, holding the ghost of a baby and coaxing her to sleep.

Joey went straight in and said, "You didn't run away? What makes you so confident that you can resist me?"

The fox spirit frowned slightly.

"I think there's something wrong with you. Can we talk?"

Joey didn't answer. Instead, she raised her hand, drew the Yang Qi Sword, and swung it towards the fox spirit.

The fox spirit was startled and quickly dodged.

"You! Why won't you listen to me?"

"are you human?"

"You...bastard!"

Joey's attacks were fierce, while the fox spirit dodged and weaved to protect the child's ghost.

"Your yang energy is too strong; it will harm this baby's soul!"

"That's none of your business. You either surrender or I kill you. Choose one."

The fox spirit thought Joey was simply unreasonable.

"There's something wrong with you!"

After exchanging many blows, Joey used her second weapon, the Qiankun Spear.

She couldn't help but marvel at how powerful this vixen was, for she had actually managed to force her to use her second weapon.

This had never happened before in my life.

In the end, the fox spirit made a feint and actually took a sword strike to the chest.

It then released a wisp of yin energy, carrying the ghost of the infant, and transported her elsewhere.

Then he vomited blood and said, "You...you can take me away!"