After receiving these thoughts, I already knew what Zhou Xixi wanted to do.
She wanted revenge not only on Zhou Tengfei, but also on Zhou Fusheng and his wife. That was only natural.
And the way she chose to take revenge on the couple was simple and brutal.
Zhou Tengfei wasn't stupid. He'd already realized what was happening to him.
I followed Zhou Tengfei and saw monks and Taoist priests, as well as all sorts of people dressed in bizarre outfits. They chanted scriptures, performed rituals, and made Zhou Tengfei swallow all kinds of strange things.
But when the pain had him rolling on the ground, they were helpless.
An old woman with her hair pinned up shook her head and set down the porcelain bowl in her hands.
"No good. This is karmic retribution, not a haunting. Your family must have committed some terrible sins to bring this upon yourselves."
She spoke bluntly, but the Zhou family showed not the slightest shame.
Zhou Fusheng gritted his teeth. "It must be that wretched girl! That wretched girl! She died in an accident and still won't leave us alone!"
Holding Zhou Tengfei, the woman wept as she said, "Ma'am, please help us. You must have a way to kill that girl!"
The old woman's expression turned strange. She shook her head again. "There's nothing I can do. Karmic retribution isn't a haunting; it's punishment from the heavens. Who can defy heaven? If you want to be free of this, you have to settle the grudge between you. Otherwise, even after you die, you won't find peace. You'll enter the Eighteenth Level of Hell and keep repaying your debts."
She spoke with great conviction, but this was a theory I'd never heard from Wu Ling.
As far as I knew, there was