Killing!

Shen Hui glanced at him and asked no further.

With a flick of his sleeve, a figure rolled out from within and landed on the ground, eyes shut tight and utterly motionless.

It was Squire Wang.

The servant jumped in fright at the sight!

On one hand, he marveled at Shen Hui's feat of conjuring a living person from thin air. On the other, he thought his master had already breathed his last and that he was about to lose his job.

He backed away two steps, pointed at his master on the ground, and trembled his lips for a long while before finally squeezing out a sentence:

"M-Master, he..."

"He is still alive."

Shen Hui said blandly, "Get him onto a bed. Give him some warm water after he wakes up, and let him get out of bed in two hours."

The servant immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Shen Hui added:

"Once your master wakes up, do not forget to tell him that the root of disaster in his residence has been pulled out, roots and all, by this poor Daoist."

"W-What?"

"Just repeat this poor Daoist's words."

"Yes, this humble one obeys."

Shen Hui said no more and turned to walk straight out through the main gate.

He stood on the long street before the residence, where the market remained as bustling as ever.

Yet the doubts in Shen Hui's heart had not dispersed.

Since Seed-Jade Nunnery was so "miraculous," why had it previously been unknown, only to spread across the surrounding villages and towns this very year?

And those women who had been bewitched—had they died immediately after offering incense, or had their bodies gradually been devoured after becoming pregnant?

With a bellyful of doubts, Shen Hui stepped toward the east side of