Su Wenqian said coldly, " Yang Kui, I'm asking you, is your death related to the Anzhi Hall?"
Yang Kui finally came to his senses and angrily said, "I was killed by this poisonous woman, it has nothing to do with the Anzhi Hall."
Su Wenqian glanced at the Jin Shanyao and thought, "Could you please move the ghost a little further away?" The ghostly aura sprayed all over his face.
Jin Shanyao had some sense, but not much. Thinking that Su Wenqian hadn't heard her clearly, she slapped Yang Kui on the head.
"Speak louder, haven't you eaten yet?!"
Yang Kui was so shaken by the beating that he couldn't keep his composure. Wait a minute, how could she grab him? Wasn't he a ghost?
Before he could figure it out, Su Wenqian asked, "Tell me exactly how you died."
Yang Kui seemed to realize something, his eyes turning bloodshot, and his murderous aura surged instantly, causing gusts of cold wind to blow around him, making the onlookers shiver.
Smack! He was struck hard on the head, and the eerie wind vanished instantly.
Jin Shanyao, "Just speak, who are you trying to fool?"
The crowd erupted in uproar, pointing at the Jin Shanyao and babbling on and on, yet a sudden surge of respect rose in their hearts.
Jin Shanyao was very satisfied with the reactions of those around her; this was the effect she wanted to create. From now on, any ghost-catching or fortune-telling services from her would start at fifty taels...
Jin Shanyao smiled wickedly, "Your money is mine, and my money is still mine."
Ugh... this damn stench of money...
Yang Kui's eyes cleared, devoid of any ghostly aura. "My lord, that day when I came out of the Anzhi Hall, I happened to see Madam Yang coming out of Brocade Workshop. What is Brocade Workshop? Is it a place we can go to? I was just thinking..."
At this point, Yang Kui's eyes instantly turned crimson, and a chilling wind rose. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jin Shanyao high, and suddenly the storm subsided, replaced by a fawning expression.
He grinned at Jin Shanyao, his smile more like a grimace. "I was just about to greet her when I saw a man follow her out; he was the village's old bachelor."
I was puzzled, so I followed him, but we kept going astray until we entered a cornfield... At this point, Yang Kui couldn't continue.
The people around were listening with great interest, having long forgotten that he was a ghost, and shouted at the top of their lungs, "What were you doing in the cornfield?!"
Yang Kui shot him a piercing look, and the foul-mouthed man collapsed to the ground in terror. Good heavens... he'd fallen for a ghost!
"Sir, I have a paralyzed father at home. I thought Madam Yang could lend a hand and persuade her to break up with the old bachelor. I'll pretend this never happened."
"Who would have thought that this wicked woman would poison me..." Yang Kui sobbed softly, "If I die, what will happen to my father!"
By this time, the people around had understood. This wasn't Anzhi Hall killing someone; it was clearly a case of someone being caught cheating and then killing the woman to silence her.
Not only that, they even tried to extort money from his corpse. How could this person be so wicked?
Su Wenqian had someone splash water on Madam Yang to wake her up, and they confronted each other about the case again. Madam Yang had no way to defend herself and had to confess.
She glared resentfully at Jin Shanyao, initially thinking she was an outsider who could be easily manipulated. But it turned out she was a tough nut to crack...
Madam Yang was imprisoned, while Jin Shanyao and Meng Anzhi were released on the spot.
With a gong hanging around his neck, Meng Anci buried his face in Jin Shanyao's arms and burst into tears, "You two almost scared me to death!"
Jin Shanyao stroked his little head without saying a word, until he had cried enough.
Meng Anzhi gently cupped his small face and carefully wiped away his tears... her eyes slightly red, she said, "I told you, your crying has a hoarse, sweet sound... it's very beautiful."
Meng Anci into laughter through his tears, his expression smug. "Eight streets, I shouted for most of the day... I called most of the people here, pretty impressive, right?"
His voice was hoarse, Qing He Qing Yang's voices weren't much better; they hurt terribly whenever they tried to speak.
Back at the Anzhi Hall, Jin Shanyao specially brewed ginkgo leaves and served them to the three of them... The water, infused with Spiritual Power, instantly relieved the discomfort in their throats.
Jin Shanyao chuckled, "Why are you all so foolish? Shouting for two blocks would have been enough."
Qing He said in a hoarse voice, "How can that be? You and Miss are locked up in the dungeon. If we can get you out, we'll shout until we're hoarse."
Qing Yang held her teacup and sipped it slowly. "Master, I've boiled some water in the kitchen. You and Miss can take a hot bath later to get rid of the bad luck."
Qing He stood up. "I'll go get the mugwort right away."
Anyone who finds a corpse blocking their door first thing in the morning would want to curse... Qing He spent the whole day shouting and cursing, digging up every inch of the Madam Yang family's ancestors for eighteen generations.
In the backyard of the government office, Su Wenqian had three talismans hanging around his neck.
Clutching two bills in his hand, his mature and composed handsome face turned deathly pale, his eyes fixed on the window. Old Madam Su wanted to say a few words of comfort to him, but as soon as she raised her hand, Su Wenqian was startled.
"I'd better ask Miss Jin to come over..."
"No..." Su Wenqian quickly interrupted. Jin Shanyao always yelling at him and swaying her hand. If she knew he was afraid of ghosts, she would never be able to ride on his head again.
"Mother... you're quick-witted, can you help me analyze this? Was Jin Shanyao on purpose?"
Old Madam Su said doubtfully, "Really? You didn't offend her..."
"No, no, she did it on purpose. Last time I showed her ' Women's Virtue ' and ' Admonitions for Women,' she just laughed it off, acting like she'd done something wrong. I didn't expect her to be so shrewd."
Old Madam Su glared at him. "Don't make wild guesses about others. Is there anything else? If not, give me back the talisman. I can't sleep soundly at night without it."
Su Wenqian reluctantly opened his hand, and Madam Su seized the opportunity to snatch back the other talisman.
Meeting her husband's incredulous gaze, she chuckled and said, "Without it, I can't sleep soundly either."
The two sons of the Su Household took the opportunity to remove the talisman from Su Wenqian's neck and hang it around their own necks. Su Wenqian saw that everyone was about to leave and hurriedly called out.
"How about we sleep together tonight?"
The next day, everyone in the city was talking about the Ghost One the night before. "It was truly eye-opening! Such a huge ghost was grabbed by the neck by that young lady and brought before Lord Su."
"You know what, Lord Su is a real man. He faced a ghost head-on and didn't back down an inch..."
"Indeed! Even after the crowd dispersed, Lord Su remained. He truly is our benevolent official..."
While groups of three or five chatted here, Anzhi Hall was practically bursting at the seams.
"Master, my youngest son hasn't been able to sleep well at night lately. Could you take a look and see if his great-grandfather has come back to visit him?"
"Master, my wife has been dead for three years. Can you bring her back to see me?"
"Master..."
Qing He blocked the door, shouting, "Don't push, don't push... One divination a day, that's all for today, come back tomorrow morning."
"Master, principles are meant to be broken. Please do me a divination... My father is still waiting for his burial in the yard. Could you ask him where the family's money is hidden?"
Jin Shanyao appeared out of nowhere and put on a yellow robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, fanning himself idly.
Yesterday you ignored me, today you can't even reach me...
Oops... Oh no... I stepped on your robe! Jin Shanyao and stumbled, almost falling flat on her face. She quickly steadied herself and secretly kicked the hem of her robe.
Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse; first look at appearance, then at clothing... Bought too big...
Jin Shanyao suddenly turned around, waving her arm... She turned around, but her clothes hadn't. After finally achieving a perfect harmony between herself and her clothes, she sat down on the chair.
She called out loudly, " Qing He, let them in..."
Before she could finish speaking, a large group of people rushed in, surrounding the table in layers. Jin Shanyao suddenly felt a lack of oxygen.
"Master, you predicted my..."
"Master, you predicted my fortune..."
With Jin Shanyao, she closed it and pointed at the crowd, saying, "You've finished calculating, you've finished calculating, you've finished calculating... Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, I can predict everything."
After saying that, he unfolded his folding fan, held it in front of his chest, and fanned himself twice... Then he secretly lifted his buttocks and pulled out the clothes that had been pressed down.
"Finding lost persons or items starts at ten taels of silver; divination and exorcism start at fifty taels of silver."
Before he could finish speaking, the entire group dispersed, Jin Shanyao stared blankly at the empty room.
What does that mean...? She asked for too much?