Bai Yujun pondered.
She had no interest in how the ghost surnamed Wang had died. She only wanted to understand whether his remaining here had anything to do with him. To stir Heavenly Secrets and make a thirty-meter giant snake in the midst of transforming into a flood dragon stay behind—this clearly was not about reforming an evil ghost.
A mere lost soul was not worthy of Heaven lending such help. He did not qualify.
Wang Jufu had finished his story. It was nothing more than being plied with wine by several elder brothers, then bound to a huge stone and sunk in a pond. Neither seen alive nor found dead, he could not be laid to rest in the earth or return in soul to his hometown. As time passed, his resentment grew heavier and heavier until he began making trouble.
If they waited a few more days, someone would most likely die. That old woman who had died earlier counted as half of one.
The sky had already gone completely dark.
Steward Hu still had not left. He did not dare walk alone through the dark wilderness. Inwardly, he cursed his servants for running so fast. Once he returned, he would definitely send the two of them to herd cattle in West Mountain. Staying beside Old Monk Huixian was safer.
"Master, he truly is from the Wang family of the neighboring town. Hu and his father were acquainted."
He knew Wang Jufu. He was the youngest son of the Wang family's landlord in the neighboring town, deeply favored by the old landlord.
At the same time, he secretly warned himself that he must prevent his own children from following the Wang family's example and bringing disaster within their doors. To disregard family ties and lay hands on one