Qiusheng said anxiously, "Master, Xiaoyu is a good ghost. You can't kill her."
Uncle Nine shot Qiusheng a glare. "Whether she's a good ghost isn't for you to decide. I'll have to see for myself. If she isn't, I'll send her to the Netherworld myself. Tell me, where did you meet her?"
Wencai did not dare speak. He merely stared at Ren Weiyong, feeling that Ren Weiyong's face looked very familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere before.
Ren Weiyong smiled. "Dong Xiaoyu? She's my neighbor. She lives not far from my place."
"A neighbor? Senior, where do you live? I'd like to pay you a visit!" Uncle Nine asked, his gaze fixed intently on Ren Weiyong.
For a senior with such strength, even a female ghost could live nearby without causing trouble. This showed how magnanimous the senior was. However, that female ghost had now become entangled with his eldest disciple, Qiusheng. That would not do. He had to settle this matter properly.
Otherwise, if Qiusheng became estranged from him, things would be bad. Though this brat was usually mischievous, after spending so long together, he truly regarded him as a son.
"I originally lived three hundred meters west of here. Now, my home has moved here." Ren Weiyong smiled mysteriously.
"What?" Qiusheng froze. What did Senior mean by that?
"Senior, please don't joke around. This is a graveyard. You're neither a corpse nor a wandering ghost." Uncle Nine said with slight displeasure.
"Ah, Master, I remember now! Master Ren looks very much like Senior. Could Senior be the Ren family's ancestor?" Wencai suddenly remembered and shouted.
"Me? Very well, then I'll tell you my true identity. My name is Ren Weiyong. Not long ago, I stayed at your Yi Zhuang for several hours." Ren Weiyong looked at