Please control me, my divine being!

The Zhang Family Ancestral Hall is located at the deepest part of the entire residence.

On a row of wooden shelves are the ancestral tablets of the Zhang family, surrounded by the fragrance of sandalwood and the glow of burning candles.

At the highest point stands a mahogany memorial tablet inscribed with "The Spirit Tablet of the Late Father, Lord Zhang Qingyang," the calligraphy powerful and incisive.

The large characters written in blood-red ink carried an eerie and malevolent aura.

The head of the Zhang family lay in front of the ancestral hall, his abdomen torn open with a large gash, blood flowing all over the ground.

"The unfilial son Zhang Hao prays to his ancestors to manifest their power and kill this wicked villain."

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, knelt and bowed repeatedly before the memorial tablet, his eyes filled with terror.

The Zhang family has managed to remain standing because they have their own methods.

A bunch of unruly scoundrels, ignorant of history and supernatural powers, how could they know what the Zhang family relied on to achieve what they have today?

Wealthy servants guarding the courtyard, money, grain, and land?

The Zhang family has never relied on these things!

There are gods watching from above, and the Zhang family's ability to survive to this day is thanks to the deity enshrined in their ancestral hall.

Splash!

As Zhang Hao knelt down and begged, the memorial tablets in front of him all shook.

"Please, ancestors, lend a hand. I am willing to offer the blood of a hundred people as a sacrifice afterward!" He clasped his hands together.

Just then, Li Qinghe walked in carrying a knife.

"Heh heh."

"Good sons and grandsons, good sons and grandsons."

"This girl is exceptionally talented and beautiful. Once I bewitch her, her offspring will surely become cultivators."

A sharp laugh echoed in the ancestral hall, carrying a childlike melancholy.

Thick blood suddenly seeped from the topmost memorial tablet, turning into a blood mist that rushed towards Li Qinghe.

Zhang Hao's expression softened as a sense of relief washed over him. He then glared fiercely at the girl in front of the ancestral hall.

That madman almost succeeded!

If it weren't for his wife and children shielding him, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape into the ancestral hall.

Seeing the blood mist continuously surging towards Li Qinghe, he immediately warned, "Ancestor, this guy is very sinister; he might be someone from the underworld."

"A hermit in the countryside, not worth mentioning."

The mournful wailing sounded again.

Li Qinghe's murderous gaze froze instantly, and blood mist surged around her.

For a moment, she felt weak and drowsy all over.

Furthermore, as the red mist surged into her body, it was accompanied by many fragmented memories, giving rise to countless evil thoughts and malicious intentions in her heart.

At the critical moment.

An unseen force descended from the darkness.

The blood mist hissed as soon as it touched Li Qinghe's body, releasing large amounts of white vapor like water mist.

A piercing scream suddenly rang out from the ancestral hall.

The topmost mahogany memorial tablet cracked open with a loud snap, revealing several cracks.

"Ancestor!"

The head of the Zhang family shouted in a panic.

The blood mist emanating from the memorial tablet immediately surged towards him.

A few breaths later, the Zhang family head collapsed to the ground, his eyes sunken, and he was completely lifeless.

After killing one person, a much denser cloud of blood mist swept over again.

But that invisible force was even more powerful.

As the hissing sound continued to emerge, the blood mist inside the ancestral hall decreased at a visible rate.

The remaining mist tried to swirl back to the memorial tablet, but the unseen force that had descended was not about to let it go, tearing at it like a long snake.

The memorial tablet kept shaking, emitting mournful, infantile hooves:

"Immortal, spare my life! Spare my life!"

"I devote myself to spiritual practice and live a life of non-contention with the world."

"I only wish to plead for the life of the young boy beneath my feet."

Bang!

The next second, the topmost memorial tablet exploded, scattering into countless fragments that littered the entire ancestral hall.

……

"What is that thing? It can even escape! Luckily, I was quick enough, or it would have gotten away."

Zhou Qing intertwined her hands, moving her fingers.

As the red bubbles appeared, he popped them one by one, and after popping about half of them, he suddenly sped up.

After being popped one by one, the resulting red bubbles actually tried to escape to the edge.

If it weren't for my years of experience playing games, it would have really escaped.

[You have slain the first evil spirit you encountered, "Evil Spirit - Zhang Family Ancestor - Zhang Qingyang".]

[Obtained the mundane item "Spirit Nourishing Token".]

[Obtain one string of "Blood Money".]

Your infamy is spreading, and your mundane skill "Insight" is being amplified by popularity.

[Light up the scroll - Monster Encyclopedia - Ghasts.]

Explore this bizarre and wonderful world to your heart's content!

Zhou Qing glanced at the harvest.

A spirit tablet is a small wooden board, which should be a memorial tablet for evil spirits.

Blood money—there was a string of it among Bai Tieya's belongings before. The game displays it as "currency," but so far, he hasn't found a market to use this currency.

As for popularity and keen insight.

The concept of popularity was only mentioned in Bai Tieya's letters.

Cultivators in the marketplace and the martial arts world all need "popularity".

I thought there would be a BOSS here at the Zhang family's place, but it turns out that this evil spirit that the Zhang family is supporting is at most an "elite monster".

but.

Given what's happened to the Zhang family, it's best to leave first.

Zhou Qing looked at the game text.

After you killed the Evil Soul Ancestor, the Zhang family fell into chaos.

The servants scrambled to move and grab Zhang's belongings, fires broke out everywhere, and people shouted that the place was haunted, creating chaos.

You left quickly without lingering.

But your infamous reputation as the "Butcher with a Cleaver" has already spread like wildfire among the Zhang family servants, causing fear, excitement, and hatred...

……

Li Qinghe found a room belonging to a member of the Zhang family, changed into clean clothes, and strode out the door.

Even after killing several members of the Zhang family, she didn't feel much satisfaction from revenge.

Countless people were killed by the Zhang family and none of them came back to life. Moreover, the Zhang family was nothing more than a dog under Huang Xiandi's command.

The real culprit is still alive.

Li Qinghe didn't know how long she could hold on or how far she could go.

But at this moment, she had nothing left to lose.

Dying on this road was the best ending she could have imagined.

She took a deep breath, went around into the alley from the back door of the Zhang family's house, avoiding the area where weasels roamed freely, and prepared to find a safe place to rest and sort out her harvest.

As it turned out, on the low wall at the alley's exit, a young woman dressed in a white robe and with her hair tied up in a crown was quietly watching her, holding a folding fan in her hand.

Splash!

The folding fan is opened.

The four large characters "Sword-like courage and musical heart" came into view.

"Wait a moment, chivalrous one. My name is Shen Cishuang."

The woman jumped down from the low wall, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her narrow almond-shaped eyes revealing a smile: "To rid the people of Yuyang of a scourge, you are truly a heroine, Ci Shuang admires you."

I have another big business opportunity here, and I've already gathered a group of ambitious and chivalrous individuals. I wonder if you, young lady, would like to join me?

Li Qinghe's eyes were filled with wariness.

Shen Cishuang smiled nonchalantly: "I have two paths of cultivation: storyteller and swordsman. Both are traditions in the marketplace and the martial arts world. Due to taboo reasons, I cannot tell you the gods I worship."

I have two worldly skills.

I made a promise to leave you, a promise that comes from the tradition of storytellers.

The second covenant, "Frost Under the Moon," originates from the tradition of swordsmen.

The purpose of this trip is to eliminate the evil leaders of Lianshan City, Huang Shisi Gong and Qin Hongshi.

If there is even the slightest falsehood, may the gods, who are watching from above, punish me with lightning and send me to my death.

Li Qinghe asked, "Are you a member of the Fajiao sect?"

"Of course not, they are heretics of the Liuren cult!"

I am a pure woman from a strict family; how could I possibly associate with demons?

I wish to rid this place of evil so that I may wield my sword and act as a chivalrous knight.

"Once this matter is settled, young lady, you can come with me with our pledge of loyalty to go to Yuyang and seek refuge with Chen Qiaogu of Lushan."

When talking about Chen Qiaogu.

A hint of admiration appeared on Shen Cishuang's pretty face.