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

A long line of living people, crying and screaming, were dragged along the ground.

The over three-meter-tall, B-grade eerie cave spirit led the way, its massive body smashing through the wall blocking its path.

Li Shuifeng, dressed in red, floated in mid-air, keeping watch.

Pei Wuwang, carrying the longsword whose golden light had been extinguished, walked silently at the back of the procession, effectively becoming the escort for the group.

In Liyuan Village, where the sun never shines, this team seems utterly absurd.

The deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, a B-level cave god who entrenched himself in one area, and a vengeful red-clothed ghost who sought to claim lives, have now united on an unprecedented front because of a woman.

More than 100 meters away from the ancestral hall, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Several rows of pale white lanterns hung under the old eaves of the ancestral hall, moving undisturbed even without wind.

A bluish-gray mist seeped out from the cracks in the floor tiles.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding scraping sound, a dozen or so ghostly figures dressed in long robes and with hunched backs blocked the middle of the road.

Their skin was a highly decomposed bluish-purple, and their eyes were completely rolled back.

These are not vengeful ghosts, but the vengeful spirits of the entire He family, who were forcibly refined by the wandering Taoist priest using evil magic; they are also known as "Chang Gui".

They have lost all human reason; all that remains is to carry out orders to kill living beings.

The leader, the old patriarch of the He family, opened his blood-red maw and spewed out a thick cloud of corpse energy, lunging towards Shen Qingchan.

The cave god let out a low growl, about to raise its giant claw to smash the pile of bones.

But a human figure was faster than it.

Pei Wuwang took a step forward, passing over Shen Qingchan's shoulder.

He flicked his wrist, and the longsword drew a sharp arc in mid-air.

This time, the blade no longer shone with golden light, representing suppression and protection, but instead emanated a dark red sword aura imbued with a heavy killing intent.

"My sword will not slay the supernatural today, but only the evil spirits that aid and abet evil."

Pei Wuwang's voice was extremely calm, without the slightest hesitation.

As he swung his arm, the crimson sword energy transformed into a crescent moon several meters long, cleaving the foremost few ghouls in two.

The foul-smelling black blood splattered all over the steps, and the remaining ghouls were forced to retreat repeatedly by this pure killing intent.

Shen Qingchan turned her head and glanced at him.

This upright person who always maintained a haughty demeanor has finally learned to be flexible.

Having gotten rid of the obstacle, the cave spirit stepped forward and kicked down the heavy nanmu wood door of the ancestral hall.

The three-meter-tall body crashed into and collapsed half of the wall.

Following the collapsed floor tiles, a dark and foul-smelling underground chamber was exposed to the air.

There are no ancestral tablets, and no incense offerings.

On the shelves in the secret room, hundreds of black pottery jars with yellow talismans attached were densely packed together.

The nauseating smell of preservatives mixed with the stench of blood assaulted my senses.

Shen Qingchan walked down the steps and kicked the nearest pottery jar, breaking it.

Glug glug.

A blackened and shriveled object rolled out from the broken pottery shards and landed in front of Shen Qingchan's shoe.

That was a human tongue.

Along with the tongue, a blood-soaked note was also pulled out, bearing the birth date and time, along with three small characters in regular script.

"Huang Qinghe".

As Shen Qingchan uttered those three words, Li Shuifeng, who was in mid-air, instantly stopped struggling.

The entire underground chamber began to tremble violently.

Thick, black blood gushed from Li Shuifeng's previously empty eye sockets, like a spring.

The eerie resentment of the A-level beings swelled to its extreme at this moment, causing the temperature in the secret room to plummet, and even frost to form in the air.

The grayish-blue wall surface was peeling off in patches.

Countless grotesque faces with contorted expressions and piercing screams emerged from the cracks in the brickwork, their tongueless mouths emitting agonizing howls that seemed to leak air.

Faced with this storm of resentment that was enough to destroy the entire village, Shen Qingchan didn't even blink.

She stood firmly in place, raising her right hand, which was adorned with the Ring of Fallen Gods.

The dark red gemstone burst forth with a dazzling red light in the dimly lit secret room.

"Quiet down," Shen Qingchan uttered three words.

The system's hidden judgment rules take effect immediately.

She wore a velvet wedding gown and enjoyed the supreme rule of "absolute protection from the bride's camp".

The red light transformed into an invisible ripple, forcefully cutting into the center of that raging resentment.

The boiling black gas seemed to be pressed down and forcibly smoothed out by an invisible giant hand.

The struggling ghost face on the wall retreated unwillingly into the cracks between the bricks, and the trembling secret room returned to calm.

After the resentment subsided, Li Shuifeng's horribly damaged and terrifying body underwent a transformation.

The blood-red wedding dress was transformed back into a faded cotton shirt and worn-out jeans.

She briefly regained the appearance of the pretty college girl she had been in life.

She fell to her knees on the cold bluestone bricks, clutching the black pottery jar containing the tongue tightly with both hands.

Large drops of bloody tears slid down her clean cheeks, shattering on the ground.

"We even wanted to go to the mountains to teach the children, but we never expected to encounter something like this while traveling..." Li Shuifeng's voice no longer carried an echoing tone, but rather the crispness unique to young girls, filled with an overwhelming despair.

She slowly revealed the horrifying truth that happened in this village back then.

She and Huang Qinghe trusted the so-called helpful passerby, drank the water, and woke up to find themselves locked in a stinking pigsty in Liyuan Village.

The months-long inhuman torture shattered their perception of all the beauty in the world.

"Qinghe was good-looking, so Feng Wanjin bought her to arrange a ghost marriage for his mentally challenged son who died suddenly from an illness."

Li Shuifeng's fingers gripped the edge of the pottery jar tightly. "She refused. So they broke her legs, dressed her in a red paper dress, and nailed her and a rotting corpse to a coffin."

I listened outside as she scratched at her deathbed all night long.

Six months later, due to the inhuman abuse she suffered every day that rendered her unable to have children, Li Shuifeng was also treated as a waste by the villagers and chosen as a sacrificial offering for the next ghost marriage.

"I know I'm not going to make it." A twisted, miserable smile appeared on Li Shuifeng's delicate face.

"I found the incomplete Taoist manual hidden in the cracks between the bricks by a girl who had been abducted before."

I plucked out all ten of my fingernails and used a twig dipped in my heart's blood to draw a pattern on the ground. Under cover of night, I sneaked into the back mountain, dug out the tongues of the recently deceased brides, and set up this series of deadly traps.

Filled with overwhelming resentment, she hanged herself in the courtyard of the He family.

On the very night she transformed into a monster, she slaughtered more than a dozen members of the He family.

"But then a wandering Taoist priest came." Li Shuifeng gritted her teeth, each word dripping with the stench of blood.

The Taoist priest accepted two whole boxes of small yellow croakers from Feng Wanjin.

In order to save these beasts, the Taoist priest led people to dig up her coffin.

While she was trapped and unable to move by the formation, the Taoist priest personally gouged out her eyes with a blunt knife, cut off her tongue, and destroyed her evil-gathering formation.