Maoshan Ming, Walking the Road to His Own Demise

Night fell.

Hao Shuai and Bai Rourou didn't rest at the inn. Instead, they strolled toward Zhao Si's distillery beneath the moonlight.

When they arrived, Hao Shuai and Bai Rourou headed straight for the back courtyard, where the yin energy and resentment were strongest.

Once the two of them had concealed themselves in the courtyard, they immediately sensed an enormous mass of resentment lingering there.

They followed its source with their eyes.

Good grief~~

Zhao Si was more than just a miser—he was downright heartless. Not only had he wronged Li Xiaohong, he wouldn't even let her coffin rest indoors. He'd left it right there in the courtyard, exposed to wind and sun. He really was ruthless and cruel!

No wonder the courtyard was filled with chilly winds and overwhelming resentment.

At the same time, Hao Shuai and Bai Rourou spotted Maoshan Ming, who had arrived at the distillery first. He was getting ready to perform a ritual.

Maoshan Ming might not be very strong, but he sure knew how to put on a good show!

He lit incense, chanted spells, brandished his sword, and scattered spirit money~~~ The whole elaborate performance was lively and impressive.

None of it was any use for catching ghosts, but as long as it fooled people, that was enough.

Even Zhao Si, with his shifty face, had been completely taken in. He believed at least seven or eight tenths of it!

"Boss Zhao, I'm going to negotiate with the ghost now. If we reach an agreement, you're in luck. If not~~~" Maoshan Ming said, keeping Zhao Si in suspense.

"What happens if you can't reach an agreement?" Zhao Si asked anxiously, just as expected.

"If we can't reach an agreement, I'll have more work to do." Maoshan Ming answered with absolute certainty. "Then you'll