Wei Junyong's eyes showed fear as he said this, but he continued:

My dad finished speaking and wanted to touch my face. Just as his blood-stained fingertips were about to touch my face, my grandpa barged in with a stick and hit my dad on the head.

I watched as my dad turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew out through the crack in the door.

I was so scared that I sat up in bed, only to realize I was dreaming. But when I peeked outside the door, I saw my grandpa's shadow flicker behind it.

I quickly put on my shoes and ran outside, only to see my grandpa squatting in the mourning shed, burning paper money. I asked him if he had gone inside, and he said, "No, I've been outside burning paper the whole time."

But I clearly saw his arm trembling, and there was a stick lying under the coffin.

I didn't sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, my grandpa buried my dad early and hammered a peach wood stake into each of the four corners of the grave. I was the only one who saw him do it.

I heard my grandpa say that hammering peach wood stakes into the grave was to prevent the ghost from returning. Once the stakes were in, it was like locking the grave door from the outside. The ghost couldn't come out of the grave and couldn't cause trouble for people.

I was angry at the time and asked my grandpa, "What's your grudge against my dad? Why won't you even let him come home?"

My grandpa glared at me and said, "Your dad isn't in the grave!"

"If it's not my dad, then who is it?" I flared up immediately. "Where did the wound on my dad's forehead come from? Did you hit him? I'm going to call the police and arrest you!"

"That's a load of bull!" My grandpa's eyes turned red. "You ungrateful wretch, you're just like your dead mother, a cold-blooded, heartless beast!"

When I heard my grandpa even cursing my mother, I felt terrible.

I don't know why, but I couldn't control myself. I rushed to the grave and pulled out one of the peach wood stakes.

My grandpa was still cursing at me and didn't expect me to pull out the stake. By the time he reacted, I already had the peach wood stake in my hand.

When my grandpa saw that I had pulled out the peach wood stake, he was stunned. "You little bastard, you're courting death..."

Just as my grandpa raised his hand to hit me, I saw a person standing behind the grave. The person's build was similar to my dad's, but it really wasn't my dad!

The person was wearing my dad's clothes, and his head was covered in blood. Half of his face had been smashed away by something. There was nothing but blood and bone.

At first, I thought it was my dad and even called out to him. But when the person turned his head towards me, I saw that he had a row of fangs.

The person's teeth were like nails, pointing backwards in his mouth. How could a person be like that?

My grandpa picked up a stick from the ground and stood facing the person across the grave. The person seemed to want to come over and find me but was afraid of my grandpa, so he just stared at me.

My grandpa said to me, with his back turned, "Run! I can hold him off for three days. You must get to Wangjia Gou (Wang Family Village) within these three days. There's a Wang butcher there. Find her and beg her to save you."

"If she doesn't agree, just stay at her door and don't leave. That person is kind-hearted and definitely won't watch you die."

I couldn't think of anything at the time, I just knew to listen to my grandpa and ran down the mountain as fast as I could.

I ran all the way here and then met Grandpa Ma.

Wei Junyong was still trembling as he spoke, showing how deep the shadow of that person in the graveyard had been.

While Butcher Wang was comforting Wei Junyong in her arms, I narrowed my eyes. The Wei family has quite a background.

Judging from this, the old man of the Wei family should be a "Gun Xian" (Stick Immortal).

Gun Xian is a rather unconventional existence among the practitioners of术士 (shushi, occultists). The origins of their sect are untraceable. To say that they know some 道术 (Dao shu, Daoist arts) would be correct, and to say that they inherited something from shamanism also seems to have some basis.

The Gun Xian's magical artifact is a wooden stick about three feet long.

Some people tie red strings and hang copper coins on the stick, using it as a magic weapon.

Some people just hold a bare stick. That stick, which looks like a mop handle and is inconspicuous, can be used to fight ghosts and drive away evil in their hands.

A skilled Gun Xian can even break off a tree branch and use it as a stick, hitting the client a few times to help them eliminate disasters and difficulties and force back the evil spirits on them.

Even if the Gun Xian faces a martial arts master, they can exchange a few moves. Although their reputation is not prominent, they are not to be underestimated.

Judging from Wei Junyong's words, his family should have produced two generations of Gun Xian.

However, the Wei family was almost wiped out. Coupled with the vague information from Wei Junyong's parents, I estimate that the matter his family got involved in is not so simple.

I waited until Wei Junyong's emotions had calmed down a bit before asking, "How many days have you been running?"

Wei Junyong wasn't so afraid of me anymore and replied, "Today is the second day."

There's still one day left!

I still have time to set up a trap!

I said calmly, "Now that we've heard the story, shouldn't we go our separate ways?"

Old Man Ma immediately led the notary out of the Wang family mansion. According to the rules, the notaries would not stay to watch us fight; they only look at the results.

Bai Hanfei, however, sat in the house and refused to leave.

He still has something to do!