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Zhou Xin was a man of malice and jealousy. From the moment Zhou Kai was born, he began to weave his sinister plot to bring Guo Cui to ruin, putting in tremendous effort. The birth of his second son drove him completely mad; he was willing to harm himself just to imprison this child's soul for life, using it to satisfy his twisted desires.
Zhou Xin's next step was to use a ghost to harm that scoundrel, but it was thwarted by Wang Tuozi and his apprentice.
At this point, Zhou Xin sighed deeply and said, "Tomorrow I will turn myself in, but I must take this ghost with me. I cannot allow it to be reborn—this is what that Wretch owes me."
"No way. Since I caught you in the act, I will not allow you to commit such a heinous act. I absolutely must send this ghost on."
"Is there no room for negotiation?"
"None," Wang Tuozi sighed. "Zhou Xin, engaging in such evil deeds is actually diminishing your own virtue. It may affect your next life. Why not let me help him move on? It would be beneficial for you as well."
"No, this is what that Wretch owes me." Zhou Xin realized there was no room for discussion and steeled himself, determined to go down in flames.
Wang Tuozi stomped his foot and said, "Stubborn and unrepentant!"
Zhou Xin hardened his heart and threw the coffin he held onto the ground, laughing maniacally. "Old man, I admit I can't outsmart you, but it's easy for me to make this beast's soul scatter. You can take your time cleaning up the mess; I'm done playing and I'm leaving."
Wang Tuozi shouted, "Have you lost your mind? You should know that by doing this, you will fall into Avici Hell yourself! If you're not careful, you'll be trapped there forever!"
"Hah! I can't worry about that now," Zhou Xin clearly reveled in the joy of revenge. "If you have the ability, go ahead and send this beast on. Remember, you only have thirty seconds! Enjoy yourselves; I'm not sticking around." With that, he ran off.
From the broken coffin Zhou Xin had thrown down, red, white, and clear colors began to rise, gradually forming the shape of a child in the air. The child looked terrified, pale-faced, hands flailing wildly as it cried out, "Mama! Mama..." As the scene grew fainter, it seemed as though it was about to disappear entirely.
Wang Tuozi scattered the copper coins again, forming a colorful glow above the child's head, wrapping the child in light. The child's image became clearer for a moment, but it was still slowly fading away. Wang Tuozi cursed under his breath, "This Zhou Xin is insane. Did I bring all my talismans this time? Damn it, my Five Emperor Coins can only hold out for a while. Once that time is up, if the child's three souls encounter the yang energy of the human world, they'll instantly turn to ashes. Damn it."
Wang Tuozi seemed to perform a magic trick as he pulled out strings of talismans from his pocket to empower the Five Emperor Coins. However, the glow of the coins continued to dim, and the child's image grew increasingly blurry.
"Damn it! I've been playing ghost-catching my whole life, and now I'm going to fail. If this ghost dissipates in front of me, those old geezers will laugh me to death."
Wang Tuozi kept pulling out talismans, and in a desperate move, he even stuck some toilet paper onto himself without a second thought, continuing to curse. Finally, the light of the Five Emperor Coins extinguished completely with a clang as they fell to the ground. The child's image faded more and more until it transformed into a wisp of light smoke, on the verge of vanishing completely.
Suddenly, Wei Ning's pocket glowed brightly, illuminating the entire room. The green smoke seemed to find something and rushed into Wei Ning's pocket.
The light intensified but soon returned to calm.
"What is this?" Wang Tuozi asked in surprise. "Kid, you’re not being obedient; you’ve learned to hide things."
"I don’t know either," Wei Ning replied as he rummaged through his pocket, finding only the glass marbles that Wang Tuozi had given him. However, Wang Tuozi noticed a stone among these marbles—exactly what Wei Ning had picked up from the Six Deaths and Five Burials graveyard.
"What is this?" Wang Tuozi took it and examined it repeatedly.
"I don’t know; my grandpa told me to keep it safe."
"Damn!" Wang Tuozi exploded in anger. "You little brat! You have a treasure and you don’t use it? Your grandpa wasted so many talismans! Do you know how expensive those things are? Over a hundred each! Do you think they grow on trees?"
Wei Ning replied pitifully, "I didn’t know."
Wang Tuozi pointed at Wei Ning, unable to express his anger: "You... you are very good, very good indeed."
With that, he turned and left.
"Master," Wei Ning hurriedly followed after him, "Master, are you tired? Let me massage your legs."
"Just hit a ball."
"I can give you a shoulder rub."
"Don't bother. I don't want to trouble you, Young Master Wei. I'm afraid it will shorten my life."
"How about I make you a bowl of noodles? You've been busy all night; you must be exhausted."
"I'm not hungry. I can't eat noodles; they make me feel sick."
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