Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

Shen Qingchan stopped in her tracks.

She noticed something strange about the courtyard.

All the villagers present avoided looking at the huge bronze mirror placed in the main hall.

The bronze mirror had blackened edges and corners, and there was a faint red viscous liquid flowing on its surface.

But Feng Wanjin pressed the girl's head down, pointing it directly towards the bronze mirror.

"Waaah! Help..." The girl struggled desperately, tilting her head back as if she were terrified of the mirror.

Seeing that he couldn't subdue her, Feng Wanjin simply raised his foot and kicked the girl hard in the shinbone.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the girl convulsed in pain as her entire body slammed onto the bluestone slab.

Feng Wanjin grabbed her hair and shoved her hard in front of the bronze mirror.

Pei Wuwang placed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, his sword energy already fully charged.

Shen Qingchan blocked his way, and Chongdong God snapped his fingers.

"Flip the table over."

The monsters didn't care about the occasion; they would charge out as soon as they received the order.

Its thick tail swept two banquet tables along the way into the air, and villagers were knocked away like bowling balls, scattered all over the ground.

The cave god stomped on the threshold, smashing it to pieces along with the mahogany offering table laden with tributes.

The incense burner overturned, and paper money flew everywhere.

Feng Wanjin was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the monster that he collapsed to the ground, and the rooster he was tied up with was trampled into a pulp.

"Did you even ask me, the one who collects the tolls, before you held this wedding?" Shen Qingchan strode into the main hall, resting her feet on a broken table leg. "You didn't even pay the wedding gift money, and you dare to go through with this marriage? Do you really think the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty don't apply to your Liyuan Village?"

"How dare you!" Feng Wanjin shouted, his teeth chattering, pointing at the cave god. "What kind of demon came here to disrupt the sacrificial ceremony of my Liyuan Village!"

The old man also scrambled and crawled away.

"Oh no! I didn't kowtow to the mirror, I've missed the auspicious time!"

Before the words were finished, a crack appeared on the surface of the huge bronze mirror in the center of the main hall.

Click.

Click.

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and dark red blood gushed out from the gaps, instantly flooding the entire bluestone floor of the main hall.

A chilling aura, belonging to the A-level resentment, swept across the entire area.

The temperature around us dropped to freezing, and the candlelight inside the red lanterns turned a ghastly green.

"Give me your life..."

An extremely hoarse and mournful female voice drifted out from the shattered picture frame.

A pale hand gripped the frame of the glasses, followed by a tattered red dress dripping with blood.

Li Shuifeng climbed out of the mirror.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was corroded beyond recognition, her mouth was slightly open, and there was no tongue inside, only a dark, bloody hole.

The villagers in the courtyard erupted in heart-wrenching screams, and the crowd, which had been stiff as corpses just moments before, now surged out like madmen.

But the courtyard has been sealed off by the rules, and no one can escape.

Li Shuifeng's fingernails were turned outwards, and countless scarlet blood lines shot out from her fingertips, like steel wires with eyes, weaving and reaping in the crowd.

Villagers who were touched by the bloodline had their bodies cut into pieces, with their internal organs and limbs scattered all over the ground.

"Master! My lord! Help me!" Feng Wanjin, huddled in a corner, saw Pei Wuwang holding a long sword and immediately rushed over as if grasping at a straw, kowtowing repeatedly, "Subdue this evil spirit! I'll give you money! I have plenty of money!"

Pei Wuwang's forehead furrowed into a "川" shape.

He loathed these villagers who treated human life like dirt, but as the deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, he absolutely could not stand by and watch the monsters slaughter living people at will.

"Step back." Pei Wuwang shook off Feng Wanjin.

The longsword was drawn, bringing with it a dazzling silver light.

He bit his fingertip and smeared it on the blade, the runes lighting up as he slashed at the flying blood streaks.

The two forces collided, producing a screeching sound of metal scraping against metal.

Pei Wuwang felt a tightness in his chest, and was forced back half a step by the force of the A-level resentment. The tiger's mouth holding the sword cracked and bled.

This vengeful ghost is of an extremely high level; with his current suppressed strength, he cannot defeat it.

The fact that several blood vessels were severed enraged Li Shuifeng.

More red lines rained down on Pei Wuwang and Feng Wanjin.

A figure stood straight in front of them.

Shen Qingchan pushed Pei Wuwang away, and instead of defending herself, she strode towards Li Shuifeng, who was in a berserk state.

"Crazy woman! Come back!" Pei Wuwang tried to pull her back, but missed.

Just as countless blood lines were about to pierce Shen Qingchan like a sieve, she calmly raised her right hand and spread her five fingers.

On his ring finger, the "Fallen God Ring" inlaid with a scarlet gemstone was exposed to the air.

The light flowed, transforming into an insurmountable barrier.

Countless sharp lines of blood struck the red light, producing a grating burning sound.

The resentment that had just been able to carve deep grooves into the bluestone slabs melted away rapidly outside the barrier, like remnants of snow encountering a raging fire, without even touching the hem of Shen Qingchan's clothes.

Li Shuifeng, in her frenzy, paused in her movements.

Her empty eye sockets, now devoid of sight, were aimed at Shen Qingchan, and she tilted her head.

The red light suppressed the resentment in her body and also allowed her to sense the aura of the velvet wedding dress on Shen Qingchan's body.

"You...you're pitiful." A whimper escaped Li Shuifeng's throat.

The instance rules classify Shen Qingchan, who is wearing a wedding dress, as a bride forced into marriage.

Li Shuifeng assumed that Shen Qingchan was also a pitiful person who had been kidnapped by these villagers, and the hostility that had threatened to tear everything apart receded like a receding tide.

She couldn't understand why this woman, who shared the same fate, would side with those scumbags.

Pei Wuwang gripped his longsword tightly, the runes on the blade shimmering with golden light.

He thought Shen Qingchan used that strange ring to completely kill the evil spirit, and was about to step forward to help block Li Shuifeng's retreat.

Shen Qingchan's next move stunned everyone.

She turned and walked toward Feng Wanjin, who was huddled in the corner trembling, and grabbed the collar of his dark red long coat.

This man weighed at least 140 pounds, but Shen Qingchan dragged him out like a chick.

"Master, save me! Help me!" Feng Wanjin kicked his legs wildly, like a fat fish out of water.

Shen Qingchan disgustedly flung her hand away, slamming Feng Wanjin directly at Li Shuifeng's feet.

"What's the use of asking an outsider for help if a vengeful ghost wants to kill you?" Shen Qingchan looked down at the person on the ground, pointed at Li Shuifeng, and said, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. If you have any last words, just tell her directly."

This unconventional move terrified the villagers in the courtyard, who screamed in terror. Several of the more timid villagers even wet themselves and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Feng Wanjin scrambled backward, leaving a foul-smelling trail of water on the ground. He frantically kowtowed to Pei Wuwang, his forehead slamming against the bluestone slab with a loud thud, blood streaming down his forehead.

"My lord! You are a lord of the Demon Suppression Division! This demoness is in league with the vengeful ghost! She wants to kill our entire village! The Demon Suppression Division cannot stand by and watch us die!"

Pei Wuwang's brows furrowed, and the knuckles of his hand gripping the sword turned white.

As the deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, his duty is to slay demons and protect the people.

He should have drawn his sword to kill the vengeful red-clad ghost, but Shen Qingchan's strange behavior, along with the eerie atmosphere of Liyuan Village, made him stop in his tracks.

The stomped rooster, the underage girl bound with rope, and the "double happiness" characters pasted everywhere pieced together a conjecture that made him nauseous.