That day, Wan Qingping and his family, along with several other collateral branches of the Wan Clan, moved into the Ancestral Mansion with great impatience.
Although ghosts had haunted the Wan Mansion and the hauntings had been fierce, compared to the risk of a potential ghostly calamity, Qingping's impoverished life seemed much harder for them to bear.
In the words of another Wan family member, dying in the Ancestral Mansion that very night would be entirely worth it!
As it turned out, that very night, just as the five Wan households had each claimed a section of the palace pavilions within the Wan Mansion, hauled out a remaining abundance of human medicine, immortal wine, and similar goods from the treasury, and were celebrating wildly, the Wan Mansion was haunted once more.
A yellow-robed ghostly shadow suddenly appeared at the celebration. Although he seemed to look down upon a group of "mortals" and did not resort to killing, Wan Qingping and the other families were still frightened out of their wits, frantically bolting out the doors.
As she ran out the door, Wan Zhiruo was shoved to the ground by a man from another household, twisting her ankle so that she could not get up for a moment, and she shed tears of despair in search of survival.
She thought she was going to die.
"Ah!" Yet the next second, that Wan family man let out a miserable scream. While still running, his body instantly melted into yellow wax, dropped with a pat, and turned into a puddle of yellow wax oil.
Driven by an intense desire to survive, Wan Zhiruo gritted her teeth, fought through the terror in her heart, and crawled outward along the ground.
Hum!
A flash of yellow, and the Huang Pi Daoist suddenly appeared before her,