Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

The tall man felt a chill run down his spine. He shone his flashlight past Jing Li, then looked into the house. Seeing nothing amiss, he glared fiercely at Jing Li.

Jing Li then looked at him properly, and after one glance, she exclaimed, "The Heavenly Spirit Palace is destroyed, and there's an aura of death overhead. You're in for a terrible time!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The tall man's face turned ashen. He was about to reach out and pull her out, but then he seemed to remember something and had to give up.

"Brother Lin! Don't waste your breath on her, she's just deliberately messing with your mentality, don't..." Another short man, about 1.6 meters tall, grabbed the angry Gao Lin, but Gao Lin broke free in one go.

The short man fell silent immediately.

Jing Li then looked at the short man and clicked her tongue twice, "Your fertility palace is gloomy, yet you still have children."

This village is something else...

The short man was instantly enraged, "You..."

Don't think he didn't understand what she meant; she was cursing him to be childless.

"You little slut, you! You! Get out here!" Aunt Zhang's loud voice pierced the air. She couldn't run as fast as the others, and by the time she arrived, she was already out of breath. She leaned against a thick tree and spoke intermittently.

Even the village chief, who was over fifty years old, was helped up and asked for a ride.

Jingli looked in the direction of the sound, smiled, and saw it was her. Finally, she saw a familiar face.

The buyer who sold the original owner to her adoptive father was Zhang Ronghua.

Looking back on my memories, I realized that the original owner's useless father wasn't a good person either!

What kind of good person would sell their daughter for 50,000 yuan?

Her fingers twitched slightly, and after discovering something, her smile widened.

My useless father is in jail.

"You're in for a world of trouble."

The village chief of Hehuan Village had just arrived when he heard the woman's calm voice.

"You little slut, how dare you curse me!" Zhang Ronghua was so angry that she jumped up and down, hands on her hips, ready to rush in.

"Zhang Ronghua!"

"Aunt Zhang!"

Everyone suddenly spoke up, and each of them showed unease on their face. They subconsciously touched their chests.

Zhang Ronghua was brought back to her senses by the shout. Looking at her foot on the threshold of the wooden house, she widened her eyes and hurriedly pulled her foot back. Overwhelmed by the tension, she leaned forward and fell with a thud onto the threshold.

The upper half of his body wasn't even inside, and then several more white candles went out, followed by a chilling draft.

"Ouch!" Zhang Ronghua groaned, her face turning bluish-purple and her eyes bloodshot. She tried her best to make a sound, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with a sponge, and she couldn't shout at all.

The villagers were so frightened by Zhang Ronghua's appearance that they stood frozen in place.

"Quick! Grab her legs and drag her out!" Gao Lin immediately grabbed Zhang Ronghua's legs and shouted for the others to help. Her obese body made it a bit difficult for Gao Lin to pull her.

Seeing that something was wrong, several villagers stepped forward and pulled her out together.

The moment he emerged, a bluish-purple ligature mark appeared on Zhang Ronghua's neck.

"Strangulation marks! They're strangulation marks!" The villagers who were close to Zhang Ronghua noticed this and were so frightened that they dropped their flashlights and crawled backward on their hands and feet.

Upon seeing this, everyone held their breath and instinctively took a few steps back, shining the only light they had into the room.

Is there really a ghost inside?

Jing Li calmly watched Zhang Ronghua, still standing by the window with her arms crossed. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but everyone around heard her: "That's terrible, he probably won't live tonight."

"I just warned her that she was going to be in trouble, but she didn't believe me. It's so hard to be a good person in this world!" Jing Li muttered.

The village chief's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The people around looked at the wooden house with apprehension.

Gao Lin's temper flared up, and he warned in a harsh voice, "You brat, I advise you to come out and come back with us, or you'll regret it."

"What if I don't come out?" Jing Li smiled slightly and said in a light tone, "Anyway, you wouldn't dare to come in, would you? Or do you want to come in and arrest me?"

After she finished speaking, she rubbed her hands together secretly, her eyes filled with a strange sense of anticipation.

When the villagers saw Zhang Ronghua lying half-dead on the ground, no one dared to approach him.

Upon hearing this, Gao Lin trembled with rage, his face contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, as if he could smash someone to pieces at any moment.

"Dalin, let's go, find a few people to carry Zhang Ronghua back."

The village chief's words made Gao Lin retract his anger, but he seemed unwilling and glared at Jing Li fiercely again.

He knew that the little girl had definitely discovered they couldn't go in, and it was better to leave quickly than to linger here; after all, they couldn't stay here any longer...

The village chief turned to Jingli and said, "Little girl, let me give you some advice." His dark eyes rolled stiffly for a moment, staring at a dark spot in the room, before he slowly said, "If you don't come out, you will die in there."

The village chief's old, rough voice echoed in the hut, adding a touch of dread.

Jing Li observed him calmly for a while before speaking: "No need for you to trouble yourself."

The old man's lines are etched on his forehead, and his Illness Palace is sunken, indicating a short lifespan. He should not have lived past forty, but now he should be over fifty, yet he shows no signs of fatigue or illness.

In this village, the widowed and orphaned still have children, and the short-lived are full of energy.

"Hmph!" came the village chief's angry shout in response.

Jing Li slightly moved her fingers, and strands of golden silk wrapped around her wrist. Then, a sudden realization dawned on her: So that's how it is...

She then glanced casually at the beams by the door, gave a strange smile, and said, "They've loosened up..."

The crowd came in a grand procession, but now they are slinking back, carrying the person away in disgrace.

Gao Lin hadn't walked far when he became so angry that he was about to turn around and say a few more sarcastic things to the girl behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, a scene that sent chills down his spine entered his field of vision, scaring him so much that he almost lost his voice, his hair stood on end, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

As the girl in the white dress stepped out of the door of the small house not far away, the candlelight went out and the wooden house fell into a deathly silence.

Behind her, a woman in red silk hung from the roof beam with her head facing inside the room. The moonlight was pale, and one could vaguely see that although her head was facing away from the girl, her body seemed to be facing forward. Two pale and gray hands slowly emerged from the red silk, about to touch the girl.

Suddenly, she paused, as if sensing someone watching her. Her head, which had been facing the inside of the room, instantly turned 180 degrees, her eyes, devoid of white, staring straight at Gao Lin. She gave a strange smile, the corners of her mouth almost reaching behind her ears.

"Village... Village Chief..." Gao Lin stammered, his head felt like it was going to explode, and his chest was burning hot.

He quickly turned around and stumbled back.

Gao Lin followed behind the village chief and knew some things, but seeing these things with his own eyes still made his scalp tingle.

The woman in red seemed more interested in the one who could see her prey; her face became even more ferocious, as if she wanted to rush out.