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When Song Mo first saw the room full of ghostly spirits, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Renbao handed him paper, inkstone, ink, and brush: "Brother Song, take notes."

"Oh!" Song Mo hurriedly looked at the ghost.

After listening attentively for a while, he discovered that the ghosts in the old house in Willow Lane had all suffered many injustices in their lives, and were almost all victims.

The fear in Song Mo's heart gradually dissipated, and instead, a sense of sympathy for them arose.

After death, one becomes a ghost.

But they were human beings when they were alive.

"So, do you want revenge on your son?" Renbao asked crisply. "Why would he want to kill you?"

Old Cao paused, looking somewhat hesitant.

All the ghosts' eyes were on him.

"My son was a gambler and often asked me for money. When I couldn't keep up with the demand, he pushed me to the ground during a scuffle, and the back of his head hit a sharp stone, which is how he died."

Old Cao said while crying.

The ghosts surrounded him.

The female ghost nudged him: "Old Cao, do you want revenge or not? Since you've been wronged, Little Yama is here and can help you!"

Old Cao slapped his thigh: "But he is, after all, my son."

Song Mo frowned as he listened, feeling helpless.

Indeed, he couldn't possibly kill his own son.

Renbao tilted his head and said seriously, "Then you have to go to the underworld willingly, and accept the karma after your son dies and goes to the underworld."

Old Cao's face showed struggle: "He'll suffer even after he dies?"

Renbao said, "Yes, he committed murder while he was alive, and he will have to pay for his sins in the underworld. This is what you often say when you are alive: evil will be punished and good will be rewarded."

Old Man Cao sighed deeply: "Little Yama, let him be punished after he dies."

The words fell.

Renbao then saw the formation, and her eyes lit up.

She understands!

What traps them is their obsession.

They spoke one by one.

Renbao waved his chubby little hand: "Then I'll give you half an hour. Go into the murderer's dream and scare them as much as you can. I guarantee no ghost messengers will come looking for you!"

Once you've calmed down, you'll all obediently go to the underworld~

"Thank you, Little Yama!" The spirits stood obediently, and upon hearing this, they all said happily, "Good."

The moment they nodded, the formation that had trapped the old house completely dissipated.

Only Old Man Cao and the female ghost remained in the old house.

"You've forgiven your husband?" Old Cao looked at the female ghost in surprise.

The female ghost knelt before Renbao and said, "Little Yama, I want my husband to die, is that alright?"

Renbao exclaimed, "No, you can't!"

The female ghost burst into tears, choking back sobs: "Little Yama, I am the only daughter in my family. My husband and I were childhood sweethearts. After we got married at the age of fifteen, we handed over all the family property to him."

I gave birth to a son at sixteen and a daughter at seventeen.

I died at the age of thirty-two. It was because I disagreed with him taking a concubine that he poisoned my soup and served it to me every day. I died on the thirtieth day from the poison.

After my death, my spirit remained in the house. Only then did I learn that the concubine he wanted to take was a mistress he had kept outside for five or six years, and the two had a daughter together.

Renbao clenched his little fists, his cheeks puffed out: "He's so mean!"

Song Mo said angrily, "How can there be such heartless and ungrateful people in this world? They are a disgrace to men!"

"Not only that, I only learned after my death that my father was also killed by him by being given poisoned soup every day, with the aim of eating up his childless offspring." The female ghost let out a sorrowful sob. "Little Yama, it's too easy for him to just torment him in his dreams."

I'd rather my soul be scattered and my bones scattered than let him live a happy life in this world.

A hint of confusion appeared on Renbao's chubby little face.

Old Cao gently patted the female ghost's shoulder: "Don't make things difficult for Little Yama; she also has to bear the consequences."

"What is your name?" Song Mo asked.

He felt very uncomfortable listening to this.

The female ghost said, "My name is Mu Wen."

Song Mo was somewhat surprised: "The Mu Family Trading Company was originally your family's business?"

Mu Wen nodded: "Yes."

A hint of shock flashed in Song Mo's eyes. The Mu Family Trading Company had just changed its name to Gao a few days ago.

Gao Yunze is the boss behind it all.

He had met the man before; he was handsome, spoke with composure, and had even sent a considerable amount of grain to the military camp.

It's hard to believe that Gao Yunze would be the kind of person who would exploit his wife and abandon her.

However, appearances can be deceiving.

Renbao looked at the formation; there was still one ring that was very secure.

She rested her chin on her hand and said, "Renbao, let me take you to your house."

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Gao Mansion.

A month ago, it was still the Mu residence.

A few days after Mu Wen's death, the plaque on the door was taken down and the surname was changed.

Gao Yunze lost his father at a young age and was raised by his mother, who worked at the Mu family mansion.

Mu's father was kind-hearted and allowed her to leave the child in his mansion.

Gao Yunze and Mu Wen were about the same age and had a very good relationship. As they grew older, Mu's father began to consider finding a son-in-law, and Gao Yunze was the candidate.

After learning of Mu's father's idea, Gao Yunze readily agreed.

"Yunze, I've been feeling uneasy these past few days. I'm worried something might have happened."

The flickering candlelight elongated the two figures embracing.

Shu, who was in Gao Yunze's arms, looked up and spoke in a gentle tone.

She was born with a gentle and graceful appearance, quite different from the women of northern Xinjiang.

Gao Yunze patted her shoulder reassuringly: "Don't overthink it."

Madam Shu smiled and said, "Rou'er wants Tibetan glass gauze to make clothes. Could you perhaps buy a bolt?"

Gao Yunze nodded: "Of course."

Clang!

A strange noise suddenly came from outside the window, startling Gao Yunze, who looked outside.

"Who?" he shouted sharply.

Shu caught a glimpse of a dark figure, a slight smile playing on her lips. She wrapped her arms around Gao Yunze's neck, making him look at her: "Just a stray cat, I spotted it."

Gao Yunze was finally relieved and immersed himself in the gentle embrace of love.

"Brother, after Mother died, we had no home. Father only had eyes for Aunt Shu and Gao Rou."

Mu Panliu rushed into Mu Shizhong's room, crying uncontrollably. Her face was full of grievances and longing for her mother.

The day before yesterday, she wanted to buy a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), but Gao Yunze refused.

But today he is willing to buy Gao Rou glass gauze.

Mu Shizhong was reading a book when he saw his younger sister crying so sadly. He sighed and advised her, "Father wants us to change our surname, but we are unwilling. This has angered him, and we are afraid that life will be even more difficult in the future."

I currently hold no official rank and cannot be your support. I fear your marriage will still depend on Aunt Shu.

"If you don't change your surname..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Panliu's harsh words.

"Impossible!" Mu Panliu's chest heaved violently. "The day after my mother died, my father brought Aunt Shu and Gao Rou back to the mansion. They had been having an affair for a long time. I will never forgive my father!"

Perhaps, he's the reason my mother died!"

Mu Shizhong gripped the book in his hand and took a few deep breaths: "Liu'er, don't talk nonsense without evidence."

Mu Panliu covered her face and wept, on the verge of collapse: "Brother, I miss Mother."

Mu Shizhong's throat tightened. He took out a large amount of silver notes from the drawer and stuffed them into her hand: "Buy whatever you want. I will study hard, pass the imperial examination, and then take you away from the Gao family."

A home without a mother is not a home.

Mu Panliu shook her head and pushed the silver note back: "My brother is going to take the imperial examination, and there are many places where he will need money. Aunt Shu will be promoted to the head of the household in a few days. If she takes charge and gives birth to a son..."

Where would there be a place for an elder brother in the family? At that point, it would be even more difficult to move forward.

The brother and sister looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears.

Mu Wen floated into the courtyard and saw the Mu family gate plaque lying diagonally on the ground in the corner, split in two. Her eyes turned red with anger, and she wished she could rush in and tear Gao Yunze to pieces!

She suppressed her hatred and went to check on Mu Panliu first, but couldn't find her in the house, so she went to Mu Shizhong's house.

She overheard the brother and sister's conversation.

Mu Wen covered her face and wept uncontrollably.

"Hey, don't cry, I'll help you." Renbao patted Muwen and pushed the door open to enter.

She forgot that she was the Little King of Hell.

When Mu Wen was slapped, her entire soul trembled like a sieve, as if she had been electrocuted.

The powerful underworld energy is something that ordinary spirits cannot withstand.

"Are you alright?" Old Cao hurriedly floated to her side and asked with concern.

Mu Wen recovered and said, "It's okay."

She and Old Man Cao looked at each other and simultaneously took a few steps back.

Although the little Yama King is exquisitely cute, he is too powerful, so they should stay away from him.

Mu Shizhong and his sister were startled when they saw Renbao and Song Mo suddenly appear. They stared blankly at the two children.

"Who are you?" Mu Shizhong was the first to react and hurriedly asked.

Renbao patted his little chest and said, "I'm the Little King of Hell! Your mother sent me to help her!"

Wei Shizhong was stunned. The next moment, he looked around and his composure completely collapsed.

"Mother! Mother! Where are you? You're still alive!"

His tone carried a mixture of joy and anxiety.

Mu Panliu was overjoyed and joined in, calling out, "Mother!"

Mu Wen was heartbroken upon hearing this, and she was about to rush in.

Even faster than her was Shu Shi's figure!

Snapped!

A loud slap landed on Mu Shizhong's face.

Shu said coldly, "Your mother is dead. What are you doing, putting on this act? Who are you trying to scare?"

Mu Shizhong, brought to his senses by the beating, covered his face, staring coldly at her, not forgetting to shield Mu Panliu behind him: "Aunt Shu, what business is it of yours if I call my mother?"

"Now I am the mistress of the Gao family. You two outsiders surnamed Mu have no self-awareness and should leave. Instead, you are here reminiscing about the Mu family. This is disrespectful to me."

Shu took his seat, saw the books on the table, sneered, grabbed one, and threw it on the ground.

"Someone like you thinking of studying? Dream on!"

"Who are you, a Taoist priest?"

Renbao's soft voice rang out.

Shu didn't see anyone for a moment, and looked around: "Who's talking?"