"Thank you, big brother, you're really a good person." With that said, the footsteps started to retreat.

  Zha Wenbin suddenly loosened his foot and let go of the black dog, without calling out to it. The big black dog shot out like a gust of wind, carrying a frantic barking sound as it rushed straight towards its rear. The woman was startled and let out a cry: "Ah!"

  "I only said it doesn't bite people, but I didn't say it wouldn't bite ghosts!" Cha Wenbin suddenly turned around, a white shadow was crouching on the ground, Hei Zi was standing in front of the shadow, panting heavily with its mouth open, as if Cha Wenbin gave an order, it would pounce and tear the shadow into pieces. The white human-like shadow was still trembling slightly.

  Zha Wenbin walked slowly over, and only when he got close did he realize it was a beautiful girl who looked like an immortal. Although she was beautiful, between her eyebrows, there was a faint hint of indescribable melancholy. A thin dress that fluttered in the wind, tightly wrapped around the girl's slender body. The white dress was as pure as snow, revealing the girl's curvaceous and delicate figure.

  "It's a female ghost, Blackie, come here." With a single command, Blackie wagged its big tail and slowly walked back to his side, squatting on the ground, but its eyes never left the white-clad girl.

  "Spare me, big brother." The girl said timidly, her face pale but still looking lovely. Cha Wenbin wasn't here to catch ghosts tonight, and he hadn't planned on capturing one halfway through his journey either. So he said: "You're a female ghost, what do you want with apples? You don't look like the kind that would be a mother. Honestly speaking, I'll send you off after we're done talking, so you can reincarnate early and stop wandering around this desolate place."

  The apple rolled to Cha Wenbin's feet, and the woman in white said, "Big brother, I don't want the apple anymore. Don't bother giving it to me, just let me go, okay?"

  With only five minutes left until the appointed time, Cha Wenbin picked up the apple and handed it over again: "Here, take it. It's New Year's Eve, leave early, I still have things to do." After that, Cha Wenbin lowered his head and continued to busy himself with his own affairs.

  The girl's snowy white hands held an apple and she said with a blush: "Thank you big brother, but can you first...get rid of that dog?"

  Zha Wenbin didn't even turn his head back and shouted: "Hei Zi, come over and squat down." The black dog then ran back with a wagging tail and squatted in front of the grave, pretending to be a small pet. Only then did the white-clothed girl dare to move her feet.

  A white shadow flashed before his eyes, and Cha Wenbin raised his head and shouted: "Wait, where are you going?", he was shocked to find that the girl's direction was exactly where his daughter's grave was.

  The girl stretched out her hand and pointed at the mound, saying: "Down there."

  This sentence was like a thunderbolt, and Zha Wenbin dared not believe it, asking: "Are you saying this?" He pointed to the new grave with small weeds growing on it, waiting for the girl's affirmative answer.

  The girl nodded, and Cha Wenbin took advantage of the momentum to draw out the Seven Star Sword. With a loud shout, he stood up. This was unbearable - someone had occupied his daughter's grave! He said that's why his son had been blown up; it must have been her doing. The anger in his heart had nowhere to vent, but now he had confirmed the killer and would not let her go. From the Qiankun bag on his right hand, a Heavenly Master talisman appeared in his palm. He said sternly, "This is my daughter's grave. You evil female ghost, how dare you occupy her tomb? This is letting her die without a place to rest, so vicious! What reason do I have to spare your life?" After speaking, the Seven Star Sword was already in motion. Cha Wenbin was no longer the same Taoist as before. Since his return from Qingcheng, dealing with these evil spirits and wild ghosts was simply child's play. The person had not yet arrived, but the killing intent had already!

  The female ghost saw the Seven Star Sword chopping down and couldn't dodge in time, so she could only shout: "Big brother, spare me, please listen to what I have to say."

  Cha Wenbin was not an unreasonable person, but with such anger, how could he calm down? The sword's edge still lingered on her forehead: "Speak, give me a reason not to kill you, otherwise, I'll beat you until your soul flies away and you can never ascend in the afterlife!"

  The female ghost saw that Cha Wenbin was indeed a man of great virtue, so she knelt on the ground and said: "Big brother, I was originally a maid of the master when he was alive. The year the master offended the emperor's dragon prestige and was beheaded, he was buried here for over a thousand years. I followed the master to die together, and after death, I continued to serve as his maid. For some reason, the master's soul could not leave the coffin and could not ascend to the afterlife. I have escaped from the underworld several times, only to be able to reincarnate behind him again. If I left, who would take care of him? So we became two lonely ghosts wandering here. Today is New Year's Eve, I came out to find some offerings for him, but unexpectedly provoked big brother's anger, and now I'm apologizing to you, please spare me, otherwise he will be the only one left lying there forever."

  Cha Wenbin bluntly said, "Nonsense! The grave was personally selected by my master back then. Would he not have noticed that there's someone else's lair underneath? Although this place is barely considered a small dragon hole in this area, we're not so desperate as to rob others. Are you saying you drifted here from outside and occupied this land?"

  The female ghost listened and said: "Master, you once told me that a little girl had recently arrived here, but we haven't seen her. As for the dragon hole you mentioned, the feng shui here was broken before you came. If you don't believe it, you can take a look. There was originally a mushroom on the lid of her coffin, which suddenly withered a few days ago."

  Cha Wenbin's heart skipped a beat, the tomb had mushrooms growing on it, which in Feng Shui is a great auspicious sign, indicating that the deceased's family has a successor, and is a blessing to protect future generations. Upon hearing that the mushrooms were withered, Cha Wenbin immediately thought of his son's misfortune, no wonder he was left without an heir. Cha Wenbin circled around the tomb, looking for any signs of tampering, but found none, the Feng Shui being disrupted could either be due to external interference or the exhaustion of the dragon's energy, neither of which seemed plausible.

  "You'd better not spout nonsense. Even if I let you in tonight, tomorrow I can still have you and your master crushed to dust together. If this was a hole you occupied first, I'll spare you. Otherwise..."

  A burst of firework explosions came from the foot of the mountain, and the rising fireworks scattered in the air, looking beautiful. It's time! Cha Wenbin took a look at the foot of the mountain: "You go first!"

  The woman felt relieved and quickly bowed her head to thank him, "Thank you, big brother," then disappeared from sight, presumably returning to her own nest.

  He lit incense and piled up paper money, thinking of what the female ghost had said earlier. Cha Wenbin's heart felt even more uneasy, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness and self-reproach: "Daughter, if you can hear me, come out and see your father, I've come to celebrate the New Year with you." As he cried, he continued to burn paper money. In this brief moment, there was a possibility that he might catch a glimpse of his deceased loved one, but it was only a possibility. Would there be an exception tonight? Cha Wenbin wiped away his tears and pulled out a talisman bell from his sleeve, putting it on. He also donned a black silk hat and wore a Daoist robe, assuming a dignified posture. What was he going to do now?

  After Qingcheng Mountain, Cha Wenbin was always thinking about how the person who looked like himself, whom Lao Wang speculated to be Yu Fuwang, could bring back his relatives from the deep abyss. He naturally hadn't reached that level of spiritual power, but since his daughter's life had been cut short before her time, she would never reincarnate as a human being again. Adding to this was the dream he had, and he very much wanted to see her one more time.

  How to do it? Summoning soul spell, where to summon? In the underworld!

  Go fishing again? He doesn't have that kind of capital to gamble on what might happen next time, so this time it has to be the traditional way.

  Cha Wenbin pulled out a small doll from his bosom, which was made from the clothes of his deceased daughter. Even the filling inside was hers - her hair!

  The body, skin and hair are gifts from parents. One dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety. The hair on this head was brought out by the child from his mother's womb. It is also a part of an adult's body. Ancient people considered it very important, hence the tradition that ancient men should keep their hair long. Cutting it off would be like cutting off the only link with one's parents. Of course, such sayings have disappeared in modern times, but Wen Bin still wants to try it out.

  The doll's back was written with the birth date and name in cinnabar, and this thing was placed in front of her grave. Cha Wenbin took a deep breath, shook the exorcism bell in his hand, "Ding", the pleasant sound of the bell mixed with the explosion of firecrackers echoed through this eerie forest...

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