Zhang Yuchen was slightly taken aback when he heard that.
"Didn't you say you'd let them meet?"
I nodded again.
"If they want to meet, then let them meet. That's a separate matter.
She even harmed her own daughter. What's the point of keeping a ghost like that around?
And as for the village chief's family, there's even less to say. I heard they've already become evil spirits with completely black eyes. They're probably about to turn into vicious ghosts. When that happens, we'll just kill them."
After listening, Zhang Yuchen nodded.
"Ou Doudou, then I know what to do tonight. We'll beat the hell out of them."
Afterward, we stayed in the courtyard for a while.
Since it was mealtime again, Cheng Xiaohong went to the kitchen and made something simple to eat.
We weren't really hungry. She mainly made it for her two younger brothers.
It was still too early, and the ghosts were all in hiding.
It wasn't until around nine that night that we prepared to head out.
We had Cheng Xiaohong and her two brothers take us to their mother's grave.
We planned to find their mother first, then the village chief, and eliminate every danger in this village.
But just as we reached the doorway, a gust of ghostly wind suddenly poured in from outside.
The wind wasn't strong, but it was exceptionally cold.
And the moment the ghostly wind appeared, Zhou Chunmei's memorial portrait enshrined in the house fell over with a loud clatter.
"Why did Mom's portrait fall? I'll go prop it back up."
Cheng Laosan spoke and ran back into the house.
The three of us stood at the doorway, our expressions darkening slightly.
This wasn't an ordinary night breeze. It was ghostly wind, thick with yin energy.
Something foul had