A Vengeful Ghost Claims Souls

The night was as dark as ink, heavily enveloping the wealthy Zhou Family Manor.

The Zhou Family Mansion was surrounded by high walls, and the pavilions and towers inside were brightly lit, without a trace of gloom.

The wealthy Master Zhou had just Perfect drinking wine in the hall, chatting and laughing with his newly purchased concubine, while the leftover delicacies on the table had not yet been cleared away.

In his view, Zhao Bufan should have died of cold, hunger, and blood loss in the rubble of the mass grave long ago, and that piece of fertile land by the river was now firmly in his own name.

As for the Zhao Family's tragic death, with the officials covering it up, who could possibly cause trouble for the Zhou Family?

The servants patrolled the courtyard at night, each carrying a torch, their expressions listless.

No one expected that a faint black shadow would silently scale the courtyard wall, pass through the heavy wooden door, and land directly in the Zhou Family Courtyard.

Zhao Bufan, transformed into a vengeful ghost, floated in mid-air, his crimson eyes fixed on the obese figure in the hall.

A dense aura of resentment lurked in the shadows, making it impossible for mortals to see his form.

A surge of overwhelming hatred welled up within his soul, and the images of his family's gruesome deaths during the day echoed repeatedly in his mind.

The pool of blood where her father lay on the ground, the ripples from her mother's drowning, her little sister's piercing cries, her grandmother's broken bones... Each and every one of these events was created by the man before her.

Inside the hall, Master Zhou was laughing heartily, toying with the jade pendant at his waist. He casually remarked to his steward, "That Zhao Family brat is probably already rotting in a mass grave. His land will be irrigated and planted with rice next spring, bringing in another fortune."

The steward immediately bowed and flattered, "Master, you are a man of brilliant strategy. How dare a mere commoner like myself contend with you for land, only to suffer the annihilation of my entire family? It was nothing short of courting death."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bufan's soul, hidden in the shadows, trembled violently, and the black mist around him suddenly surged.

That's the sentence.

These are the people in front of him, who casually dismissed the destruction of his family as a matter of course.

"That old scoundrel Zhou..."

The chilling, piercing voice seemed to crawl out from the deepest depths of hell, gently drifting into Master Zhou's ears.

A chill ran through Master Zhou, and the effects of the alcohol instantly wore off. He frantically looked around, shouting, "Who? Who's speaking!"

The lights in the hall flickered, the candlelight swayed wildly, and the flames suddenly turned a cold, bluish-green.

The doors and windows opened by themselves without any wind, and a biting, cold wind swept through the entire hall, causing cups and plates on the table to crash and spill fine wine and delicacies all over the floor.

Hearing the strange noise, the servants hurriedly rushed into the hall with torches, but after scanning the room, they couldn't see a single person.

"It's haunted, sir!" A servant was so frightened that he turned pale and almost dropped his torch.

Master Zhou trembled with fear, his entire body trembling. He shouted angrily, "Nonsense! There are no ghosts or monsters in the world! It must have been the wind!"

Before he could finish speaking, an invisible, immense force suddenly gripped his neck!

His feet were lifted off the ground, and he was lifted into the air. His fat limbs kicked wildly, and his hands scratched desperately at his throat, but he couldn't touch anything.

In his terrified pupils, he finally saw a fierce ghost, shrouded in black mist and with bloodshot eyes, slowly floating before him.

Zhao Bufan's face was half the result of the torment he had suffered in life, and half twisted with resentment, staring intently at Master Zhou: "Master Zhou, do you still recognize me? The Zhao Family brat whose legs you broke, whose throat you slit, and who you threw into the mass grave."

Master Zhou's pupils constricted sharply, his soul nearly leaving his body. His tongue was being choked, and he could only let out hoarse, escaping sounds. Fear raged and consumed his mind.

"Today, I will reclaim every single life of my Zhao Family!"

With a piercing scream, the malevolent ghost unleashed its furious black energy, which then surged wildly into Master Zhou's seven orifices.

The concubine and the steward nearby were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, screaming for help.

The servants inside the house drew their swords and rushed forward to save Master Zhou, but the blades pierced through Zhao Bufan's soul as if cutting through thin air, causing no damage whatsoever.

But as soon as the black mist surrounding the vengeful ghost swirled, several servants were instantly drained of their life force, collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Zhao Bufan was unwilling to let Master Zhou die so easily.

He unleashed his Yin Sha Power, trapping everyone in the Zhou Family inside the mansion. All the doors were locked shut by Yin power, and no one could escape.

First, there were those wicked servants who beat up the Zhao Family and kidnapped the younger sister.

The eerie, ghostly aura seeped into their minds, making them witness firsthand the cruel tortures they had inflicted on the Zhao Family members, and experience the same excruciating pain firsthand, collapsing to the ground screaming in endless terror.

Then came the steward who helped Master Zhou fabricate charges and frame the Zhao Family. The Yin Sha Power eroded his soul, trapping him in endless nightmares, where he repeatedly experienced the agony of falling into a freezing river and suffocating.

Screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the Zhou Family Courtyard, but were blocked by a layer of Yin Sha Barrier, preventing the sounds from reaching outside the compound.

Master Zhou fell heavily to the ground, several bones were broken, but he was still breathing.

He prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy. He pulled out gold and silver notes and threw them haphazardly on the ground. "Spare me! I'll give you all my land, gold, and silver! I'll give away all my wealth! Please, spare me!"

Zhao Bufan slowly floated down in front of him, his crimson eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Money and land? You never showed the slightest pity for the Zhao Family land and the lives of their members."

He extended a ghostly claw formed from black mist and gently pressed it against the top of Master Zhou's head.

Countless phantoms of his relatives who had died tragically appeared before Master Zhou's eyes.

His parents, younger sister, and grandmother, all covered in blood, watched him Jingjing.

Endless fear and regret overwhelmed Master Zhou, and his soul was gradually devoured by resentment and evil spirits.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood."

A soft whisper fell.

Master Zhou's body convulsed violently, his life force torn apart by the vengeful ghost, and he died on the spot.

Everyone in the Zhou Family who participated in framing and persecuting the Zhao Family was implicated.

After the last wailing faded away, the vast Zhou Family mansion fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Bufan hovered amidst the corpses in the hall, the murderous Sha Qi churning around him subsiding slightly.

The deep-seated hatred seems to have finally come to an end.

But clearly, this matter is far from over.

Zhao Bufan simply spread his hands,

A chilling, malevolent aura swirled through the hall.

Lured by the eerie mist and ghostly aura, translucent, dazed, and listless souls slowly floated up from the corpses.

After these souls were extracted from their bodies, they seemed to lose their own consciousness, floating aimlessly in mid-air like puppets, unable to distinguish anything around them.

Master Zhou's spirit was mixed in with it, his face still showing the terror he felt before his death, his eyes vacant and blank.

Dozens of lonely souls linked together, drawn by the black mist.

Zhao Bufan scanned the group, his crimson, glowing ghostly eyes sweeping over the dazed, floating souls. After confirming that he had not missed any of his enemies, he let out a long, shrill, and manic howl, filled with the joy of revenge and a deep-seated hatred.

"Don't think that death will erase your sins. I will imprison you forever, suppress you, and make you suffer endless torment, life after life, never to be reincarnated, never to be reborn! Hahaha..."

Then he transformed into a streak of black light, dragging dozens of confused and lonely souls behind him, and soared into the sky, flying towards the mass grave on the outskirts of the city.