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

"Save you?" Shen Qingchan stepped on Feng Wanjing's broken calf.

The crisp sound of bones breaking, accompanied by pig-like screams, echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Does a beast who traffics female college students deserve to be saved?" Shen Qingchan stomped her foot, crushing the broken bone.

"You couldn't possibly not know, could you? The human traffickers from your Liyuan Village abducted Li Shuifeng into the mountains."

To continue the family line, you treated her like a breeding sow. Later, when men in the village died violently, you set your sights on her.

With each word she spoke, the villagers' faces grew paler.

The sins that had been deliberately concealed were thus laid bare and exposed to everyone in a bloody manner.

"Now that she's come to claim your lives, you're telling me she's a vengeful ghost and that the Demon Suppression Division needs to save you?" Shen Qingchan turned to look at Pei Wuwang, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Lord of the Demon Suppression Bureau, tell me, where were you when this girl, treated like livestock, cried out for help in despair?"

Pei Wuwang's jawline was taut, and the golden light on the sword blade flickered almost imperceptibly a few times.

"Now that the victim has finally returned as a ghost to seek revenge, you're stepping forward to act as righteous justice?" Shen Qingchan took a step closer, staring intently into Pei Wuwang's eyes. "Is your sword only meant to be swung at the victims?"

Pei Wuwang remained silent.

Blood streaks danced wildly in the courtyard, but none of them pierced Feng Wanjin's vital organs.

These red threads, imbued with extreme resentment, skillfully pried open Feng Wanjin's skin and flesh, avoiding major blood vessels, and peeled away the muscles of his limbs one by one.

A piercing scream pierced through the red lanterns of the Jishi Auditorium. Feng Wanjin, like a dead fish being skinned alive, rolled wildly on the bluestone slab, leaving behind a large patch of sticky, foul-smelling blood.

He didn't want to die; he was more afraid of death than anyone else.

"Have mercy... Ah! My leg!"

Just as the bloodline was about to wrap around his neck, Feng Wanjin, with a sudden burst of strength, bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of dark red blood directly onto the shattered giant bronze mirror.

hum!

A blinding yellow light burst forth from the crack in the bronze mirror.

The advanced suppression rules left behind by that wandering Taoist priest have been fully activated.

The yellow light twisted and intertwined in mid-air, transforming into eight golden chains engraved with runes, which tightly bound Li Shuifeng's limbs and neck, dragging her toward the broken mirror frame.

At the same time, a huge and murky light curtain unfolded in mid-air.

Nauseating laughter and desperate cries emanated from the light screen.

In the video, Li Shuifeng, whose legs have been broken, is tied up in a dog pen like a dog, while several burly men from Liyuan Village are pointing and whispering at her.

Next, she was forcibly dressed in a rough paper wedding gown and pressed into a blood-red coffin, inside which lay a male corpse emitting the stench of death.

As several rusty coffin nails struck, the desperate screams were completely silenced by the darkness.

Pei Wuwang's hand holding the longsword was trembling.

He wanted to sever those golden chains, but as soon as his longsword touched the yellow light, the protective energy belonging to the Demon Suppression Division on the sword hissed as it was corroded.

This golden light belongs to the rule of Heaven and is an absolute suppression of the strange.

Shen Qingchan didn't even flinch, and walked straight forward into the blinding golden light.

The golden chains of rules beeped as she approached, emitting a warning buzz.

But when these chains touched Shen Qingchan's velvet wedding dress and the Fallen God Ring that shimmered with a ghostly light on her ring finger, the originally violent power of the rules actually stopped abruptly.

The system's hidden judgment is paramount in this world.

Her current identity is that of a "bride-to-be protected by the rules," and any suppression methods targeting the supernatural are ineffective against her.

Shen Qingchan grabbed Li Shuifeng's pale, cold hand.

"Get out here."

She took a half step back with her right leg, and using the incredible coordination of her body, she forcefully pulled Li Shuifeng outwards.

The golden chains creaked under the strain, breaking inch by inch as they were pulled by a mere mortal with no cultivation.

Li Shuifeng's pale and broken body fell onto the bluestone slab, filled with overwhelming resentment, letting out a drafty roar.

Clang.

The tip of the longsword rested on the bluestone slab.

The golden light on Pei Wuwang's sword hilt, symbolizing the slaying of demons and monsters, dimmed inch by inch until it was completely extinguished.

What kind of principle is it to protect scum like Feng Wanjin?

Upon regaining her freedom, Li Shuifeng spread her ten fingers, and ten sharp fingernails grew wildly, heading straight for Feng Wanjin's heart.

She wanted to rip out this beast's heart and liver and devour it alive.

A hand blocked her fingertips.

Shen Qingchan did not exert any force; she simply aimed the light from the Falling God Ring at Li Shuifeng.

The red-clad ghost abruptly stopped moving, its empty eye sockets filled with bewilderment.

"Kill him directly, and you'll have avenged yourself, but what about the revenge for your sisters?" Shen Qingchan pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"They're probably still trapped under the formation in the ancestral hall, not even qualified to be reincarnated."

"It's such a waste to let the culprit die so easily."

Li Shuifeng made a hoarse sound in her throat, her resentment churning within her.

"Doesn't he like arranging ghost marriages for people?" Shen Qingchan kicked Feng Wanjin on the ground with her toe.

"Let his precious son, and all the men in this yard stained with blood, experience firsthand what it's like to be stuffed into a coffin and buried alive. That's what you call reciprocity."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wanjin, who was lying on the ground, began to tremble violently with his obese body.

"Witch...you'll die a horrible death!"

"You may not see my fate, but yours will come soon." Shen Qingchan stepped on Feng Wanjin's face and pressed his cheek hard against the shards of glass.

"Tell me, what kind of formation is buried beneath the ancestral hall? What backup plan did that wandering Taoist priest leave behind?"

Feng Wanjin gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He knew that as long as he stalled for time, the suppression array would be fully activated, and both the demoness and the vengeful ghost would die.

Shen Qingchan never wastes words on stubborn people.

She snapped her fingers crisply.

The cave spirit, who had been squatting and waiting, suddenly stood up.

With a swipe of its large, fan-like claws, it tore the rope binding the girl, who was tied to a pillar for a ghost marriage, and then threw her over the courtyard wall like a chick.

Then, it raised its paw, covered in black scales, and precisely stepped on the head of Feng Wanjin's most trusted steward.

Red and white substances splattered all over Feng Wanjin's face.

"I'll ask one last time." Shen Qingchan increased the pressure on her feet, her tone calm.

"The ancestral hall...the ancestral hall is under which the tongues of hundreds of women are imprisoned. The Taoist priest used their resentment to set up a Mother-Child Soul-Severing Array. Anyone who gets close to the ancestral hall...will be torn to pieces."

"What? A tongue?" Pei Wuwang's eyes widened, his stomach churning uncontrollably.

Shen Qingchan withdrew her foot and pulled out an iron chain she had picked up in the cave from her waist.

With a flick of her wrist, the iron chain lashed out like a serpent, strung together the terrified villagers in the courtyard like grasshoppers.

"Let's go." Shen Qingchan tossed one end of the iron chain to the three strange, burly men who were acting as sedan chair carriers.