Three times married to Yama

But then I thought about it again, and realized that this phone was quite expensive, so it would be a shame to smash it.

As long as the following footage doesn't get leaked, that's fine, so he quickly stuffed the phone into a cabinet in the living room.

The chubby boy was still spinning around with his head down. Before, when he still had his phone, he would spin around three times and then give a weird smile to the phone. Now that his phone was gone, he just rolled his eyes and smiled in the direction of me and Xiaoxian.

Xiao Xian screamed in fright and hid behind me, "Ahhhhh, so scary! Ah Yin, help me!"

I reached out and patted her arm, saying, "Go hide in that corner with the blond guy. Don't move unless I call you."

"Okay, okay!" Xiao Xian nodded hurriedly, then ran to the corner where Huang Mao was, and trembled with Huang Mao.

I calmly looked at the chubby boy in front of me, then my gaze shifted slightly as I looked behind him.

Others may not be able to see it, but I can see it clearly.

Behind the chubby boy, a semi-transparent figure was pressed tightly against his back. The chubby boy walked on tiptoe, and under his feet were those semi-transparent...ghost feet.

Ghostly footsteps.

It's like being possessed by a ghost.

I took a talisman out of my suitcase, walked up to the chubby boy, and slapped it directly onto his forehead.

"Certainly!"

The chubby boy, who had been spinning around, suddenly stopped and stood motionless, his eyes, mostly white, staring at me intently.

"Sorry for disturbing you this time. We have no ill intentions. Please get off my friend and we will leave immediately," I said to the 'person' behind the chubby boy.

I am prepared to try diplomacy first, and negotiate if possible; only resort to force if all else fails.

I can't be like my dad when he was young, destroying every demon and monster I saw, accumulating a mountain of karmic debts that are hard to repay.

After all, just as people can be good or bad, so too can demons and monsters.

The little fat guy was a man who looked to be around forty years old. His body was covered in bloodstains, and his clothes were torn to shreds. In particular, half of his head was dented, and his eyeballs were bulging out of their sockets.

It seems he died a very tragic death.

Upon hearing my words, the male ghost smirked and raised his hands, grabbing the chubby boy's neck.

"Hehehehe—"

The chubby boy was making loud sucking noises, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

My eyes narrowed. Was this thing going to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?

"You can state your conditions, but if you continue to harm people without cause, then you cannot be allowed to live."

I'll give you ten seconds.

After hearing what I said, that thing pinched the chubby boy so hard that his tongue stuck out.

Fine, I originally wanted to be a reasonable person and not resort to violence right away, but the other party wouldn't listen, so there's nothing I can do.

Faced with such a ghost, the only option is to suppress it.

I looked out the window at the moonlight. The moonlight was so bright tonight, so let me use the bright moon to capture my soul.

I made a hand seal with one hand and chanted a spell.

"The moon washes away all evil, I command the profound truth, the netherworld commands, to lock away the soul and bind the spirit!"

"Guardian!"

A burst of light flew from my hand and struck the ghost behind the chubby boy. The hand that was gripping the chubby boy immediately withdrew, and at the same time, the moonlight outside the window visibly formed a circle, trapping the male ghost within it.

The male ghost roared unwillingly, trying to reach out and pinch the little fat boy again, but when its hands touched the white circle, they were immediately burned, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

They are just wandering ghosts; suppressing them is relatively simple.

After all, I secretly learned my dad's skills from a young age, and after I learned to read, I could learn even more from his books.

I thought I had hidden it well, but I didn't know that my dad had found out sometime earlier. However, he never mentioned it. He was quite tolerant.

At this moment, the chubby boy lay on the ground, panting heavily, and it took him a while to regain his senses.

I called out to the two people huddled in the corner, "Alright, things are fine for now, but there's no peace anywhere in this village, so let's get out of here quickly."

They couldn't see the ghost, only the little fat boy's changes. From the initial eeriness to almost being strangled to now regaining his senses, I reckon they've already developed a sense of awe by now.

"Thank you, thank you, Ah Yin. We wouldn't know what to do without you." Xiao Xian said this with tears in her eyes, clearly quite frightened.

What can we do? Either we die here, or that thing goes back with them and gets entangled with them again.

But I'm not going to scare them anymore; they look like they're about to break.

"It's alright, you take Little Fatty and get in the car first, I'll come find you later."

Huang Mao had already helped the chubby boy up, and Xiao Xian also helped support him. Then he said to me, "Be careful, Ah Yin. We'll wait for you in the car."

"By the way, don't linger on the road. No matter who calls you, don't turn around. Just keep your head down and keep walking."

"Okay!" All three nodded.

Yuping Village is a deserted village during the day and a ghost village at night. Xiao Xian and his two companions can only not see ghosts. If they could see them, they would probably be scared to death.

After all, the whole village was filled with wandering ghosts, but most of them wouldn't bother people unless someone was being a nuisance and went to them on their own.

As for the ghost I've trapped...

I looked at the ghost, its face contorted in a grotesque grimace, trapped inside the circle.

I rang the Three Pure Ones Bell, and the Corpse King appeared before me. This Green-Eyed Corpse King can not only absorb the spiritual energy of heaven, earth, humans, and animals, but also the ghostly power of ghosts.

I said to him, "Here, have some."

He looked expressionlessly at the trapped ghost. The ghost, who was struggling in the circle, showed an extremely terrified look when it was seen by the Corpse King.

"I won't eat." He uttered the two words stiffly.

I was puzzled. This shouldn't be happening. It would enhance his strength, so he shouldn't refuse.

"Why aren't you eating?" I asked.

He withdrew his gaze, his tone still stiff, "Ugly."

I,"?"

No, does he distinguish between food that looks good and food that doesn't?

What? Even goblins want to eat pretty food now?