Li Chunxiang was in the yard, covering up for Wang Qiang’s brutal behavior.
When the knock came at the door, her heart gave a violent lurch!
She cracked the door open carefully, and when she saw it was Tang Liusu with a strange girl, Li Chunxiang broke into a grin. “Oh, Liusu! When did you get back?”
“Just today. Auntie Li, I heard something happened at your place, so my sister and I came by to see if there’s anything we can help with. If you need anything at all, just say the word.”
Tang Liusu—heiress of the Tang family!
This girl was a golden goose, and Li Chunxiang treated her with utmost respect, not daring to offend her in the slightest.
Li Chunxiang, who normally loved to take advantage of others, actually demurred this time. “Let’s talk about it another time when things settle down. With what’s happened in the house right now, we really aren’t in the mood for anything else.”
“That’s fine too. Auntie Li… let us go in and offer a stick of incense to this young lady, so she can move on in peace.”
“Not being able to lift the coffin means the deceased still holds a grudge.” Li Qiao suddenly spoke up, and a flicker of emotion passed through Li Chunxiang’s eyes.
She sized up Li Qiao and asked, “And this is…”
“My younger sister. She’s from the Taoist mystic arts tradition—very skilled at handling this sort of strange and unusual business.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Li Qiao nodded. Li Chunxiang’s mind worked quickly. The coffin problem was the most serious issue, and with Tang Liusu’s status, there was no reason for her to lie.
So, Li Chunxiang let them both in.
The moment they stepped inside, Li Qiao sensed something off about the living room. As she hurried over, Wang Qiang emerged from within, looking thoroughly satisfied.
His eyes roamed over Li Qiao’s delicate, flower-like face, and desire gleamed in them.
“Mom… who’s this?”
“A master—a master brought by Liusu. Qiangzi, go back to your room.” Li Chunxiang cut in quickly.
Wang Qiang’s gaze also lingered improperly on Tang Liusu, but mindful of her status, he didn’t dare act out.
As he left, his eyes fixed on Li Qiao with an unsettling intensity.
This man—
When Li Qiao stepped into the living room, she looked at the female corpse lying in the coffin. The clothes were disheveled, the face flushed and glossy.
This was bad!
“Master… what’s going on here?”
“What’s going on? You know best. If you want to live, go prepare some black dog blood immediately.” Li Qiao’s gaze was sharp, and Li Chunxiang, guilty, stammered, “Right, right, right.”
Tang Liusu felt that Li Qiao’s reaction was a bit strange. She stepped forward and looked into the coffin—and this—
She immediately burst out in fury, “This is absolutely beastly! Worse than an animal! Qiaoqiao, let’s not meddle in this. Just let him die.”
“No. He can’t die—at least not until we get your brother’s soul back.” She had noticed that Tang Ye’s soul was tied to Wang Qiang.
“Damn it! These bastards, ruining lives left and right. What the hell did my brother ever do to him?” Tang Liusu was so furious she cursed.
Li Qiao said, “Calm down for now.”
“Fine.” She could wait. There would be time to settle the score later.
Soon enough, Li Chunxiang came back carrying a bowl of black dog blood. Li Qiao instructed her to close the coffin lid. Li Chunxiang, gasping for breath from the effort, finally managed to shut it.
Her attitude toward this family wasn’t particularly warm. She said coolly, “Splash the black dog blood evenly over the coffin lid. Also, prepare some fine paper offerings for this young lady…”
“So many? That’s a waste of money.” Li Chunxiang protested on the spot. The girl was already dead—why go through all this trouble and expense?
The moment money came up, it was like it was being ripped from her very flesh. Li Qiao’s face immediately darkened. “She died a wronged death, at the stroke of midnight, and she was wearing a red dress. That means she’s turning into a vengeful spirit!”
