I looked at Bai Hanfei and said, "Does the Bai family head have anything else?"

Bai Hanfei smiled and said, "Hall Master Li, I want a little hair from Brother Wei Xiao. This request isn't excessive, right?"

I was about to refuse when a thought suddenly occurred to me. I offered an inviting gesture without revealing my thoughts.

Bai Hanfei said "Thank you," and personally plucked a few white hairs from Wei Junyong's head. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a few more strands of hair before cupping his fist and leaving.

After the outsiders had all withdrawn from the Wang residence, the Butcher Wang's mansion returned to its original desolate state.

"Senior sister, show me the blueprints of your house, I want to..." Before I could finish speaking, the Wang family's gate burst open with a loud crash, and a baleful Yin wind swept in.

"Get out!" Ye Yang, with his back to the gate, swung his sword. The sword wind and Yin wind collided instantly, and the sound of tearing resonated.

Although the Yin wind was formless, the dust it stirred up was visibly blown wildly to both sides of the gate by the sword energy.

Before the howling of Ye Yang's sword breaking the Yin wind had subsided, I had already activated my Ghost Eyes. The moment two purple rays flashed eerily from my eyes, a figure was retreating, clinging tightly to Ye Yang's sword energy.

I watched as the figure flashed three times in a row, successfully dodging Ye Yang's fatal sword strike, and stood in the middle of the mountain path.

Butcher Wang took two steps forward and clapped his hands three times in the air. Suddenly, eight human blood lanterns rose on both sides of the mountain path.

The lanterns, casting a faint red glow, were like four angry-eyed ghosts and gods, staring down at the white-clad, disheveled figure.

Butcher Wang gently unfurled his folding fan, and a fragrance mixed with blood wafted from it.

Butcher Wang gently pressed his folding fan downwards, and the eight lanterns squeezed towards the target along with Butcher Wang's gesture.

The figure surrounded by the lanterns suddenly drew a wooden stick from somewhere, raised it, and pointed it at the Wang family's gate. At the same time, green light flared from all eight red lanterns.

My eyes narrowed sharply, and the eight red lanterns exploded simultaneously, with green flames dancing wildly in the sky. The figure disappeared in the blaze.

When I came back to my senses, the mountain path was empty.

I subconsciously said, "Was that a person or a ghost just now?"

"A ghost-god!" Ye Yang wasn't looking at the mountain path, but at the Wang family mansion. "He was pointing at Wei Junyong just now."

When I turned around, I saw Wei Junyong standing pale-faced at the door, his body limp and sliding to the ground, his words slurred, "My dad... my dad is here... no, it's the thing in my dad's grave... he was wearing clothes like that back then."

"Get inside first!" I walked into the courtyard and had Butcher Wang and Feng Ruoxing take care of Wei Junyong, while I spread out the map of the Wang family mansion on the table, carefully studying this once-famous residence of the arts.

I pressed my hand on the map and said, "Ye Yang, did you see clearly what that thing was just now? It looked like he was wearing prison clothes."

The white clothes the person was wearing weren't burial clothes, but the prison uniform worn by prisoners sentenced to death in ancient times.

Ye Yang transmitted his voice to me, "You can't believe everything that kid says. He's not a sorcerer, so he doesn't understand many things."

Ye Yang picked up the teacup on the stone table and dipped his finger in the tea, tapping the four corners of the cup a few times. "If Old Man Wei hammered the peach wood nails in like this, it means he was imprisoning a soul."

"The grave is like a large prison; he wants to confine the ghost in the prison."

I responded calmly, "Doesn't the soul-imprisoning secret art come from the jailer lineage?"

Sorcerers in public service are divided into three lineages: secretaries, coroners, and jailers. The jailers' skill lies in locking ghosts in prison, leaving them with no path to reincarnation.

"Stupid dog!" Ye Yang rolled his eyes. "How do you know that the Stick Immortal wasn't a jailer? Why did Wei Junyong's father go into seclusion? Where did he go before he left? These are all mysteries that haven't been revealed."

"Perhaps, he went to a prison before he left!"

As Ye Yang was speaking, I suddenly heard the distant door move. When I turned to look, the distant door was already half-open, as if someone had entered the house right under our noses.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed. "Someone came in!"

I also felt that there was another person in the Wang family mansion. The other party was right under our noses, casually entering and leaving the various rooms.

Everyone's expression darkened at this moment. Four of us sorcerers were sitting here, yet someone had brazenly entered the mansion. This wasn't just a provocation, but a slap in our faces.

Butcher Wang's expression became extremely ugly. "Little junior brother, take Wei Junyong outside. Dare to enter my Wang family? I, Butcher Wang, have never suffered such a loss in my life."

"Don't..." Wei Junyong grabbed Butcher Wang's hand tightly. "Sister Wang, don't do anything. That's my dad! My dad has come to find me. My dad has a habit of standing at the door for a while before entering. Otherwise, he won't come in."

"And my grandpa too!"

I turned to look towards the gate and held up my thumb, making a gesture. "Twelve steps!"

Ye Yang shook his head. "It's thirteen and a half steps! After his third step, he was forced back a step and a half by my sword energy!"

I stared at Wei Junyong. "Tell me, what happens if your dad or your grandpa doesn't enter the house?"