I walked forward, explaining, "When I reached the Yin-Yang Road intersection, I felt that the Wang fellow probably didn't have such high cultivation. Otherwise, if he wanted to monopolize the underground palace, he wouldn't need to scheme; he would just force his way in."

"However, I still wasn't sure if my judgment was correct. If the underground palace was more terrifying than I estimated, the Wang family's cultivation wouldn't be surprising. So, I kept probing my opponent."

"If that Wang fellow hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have dared to step onto the Yin-Yang Road rashly. His appearance, on the contrary, confirmed my judgment—the Yin-Yang Road was just for show."

Old Liu said, "Did that Wang fellow already have a death wish? I didn't see him resist at all."

I stopped and looked back at the coffin stone: "Hard to say!"

The Wang fellow did die in front of me, but whether he was seeking death or gave up resisting at the last moment, I couldn't quite understand.

As I spoke, I had already stepped into the village entrance. Yuanshan Village, with only three or four adobe houses, seemed unusually quiet, but that quietness could make people feel palpitations.

Zhao Zhuang and the others even held their breath unconsciously. Old Liu pointed to the house in the middle: "That's the home of the idiot wife."

As I looked in the direction Old Liu pointed, I saw a woman in a red padded jacket sitting on the roof of that house, looking down at us and giggling stupidly.

Seeing me staring at one spot, Old Liu quickly took out two leaves from his pocket and rubbed them on his eyes twice: "That's the idiot's mother! How did she die?"

Before Old Liu's exclamation faded, the door of the house opened automatically from the inside out. The woman in the red padded jacket hung in the doorway like a curtain.

When the pungent smell of blood drifted towards me from the house, a bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart: "Damn it! Get inside quickly!"

Before Old Liu and the others could react, the twin blades in my hands spiraled out horizontally and vertically. Zi Ye, flying horizontally, had just cut the rope holding the corpse, and Bai Zhou, flying vertically, pierced through the corpse's chest.

As the corpse in the air was carried by the curved blade and flew backward one meter before falling to the ground, I rushed to the door, pulled the curved blade from the corpse, and went straight to the inner room.

Before my feet could steady, I closed my eyes with a bit of regret.

I was too late.

The dragon fish had already been skinned and filleted, the fish bones and head were thrown on the ground, and the chopped fish meat was placed in six ghost cauldrons and set on the fire to make soup. The rich fish fragrance drifted out from the mouth of the cauldrons.

The young man sitting on the *kang* (a heatable brick bed), as if he didn't see us come in, picked up a spoon, scooped up some fish soup, and took a sip: "Soup made with dragon fish is just different."

Zhao Zhuang, who came in with me, was shaking with anger. Ding Zhong rushed forward and swung his axe at the young man, but I shouted at this moment: "Don't kill him!"

Ding Zhong forcibly retracted his axe, grabbed the man's hair, dragged him off the *kang*, and forced him in front of me: "Kneel!"

I turned to look at Old Liu: "Is he Da Zhuzi?"

Old Liu grabbed the other party's hair and looked left and right several times: "That's him!"

The other party said in a cold voice, "My name is not Da Zhuzi, my name is Wang Xin."

I leaned down and looked at the other party: "Who told you to kill this fish?"

Wang Xin said, "My ancestor said, if someone attacks, quickly kill the fish. Boil what can be boiled, burn what can be burned, and don't leave any behind."

I quickly asked, "What about the dead person at the door?"

Wang Xin said casually, "She hanged herself. She should have died long ago. It's good that you're here; there's someone to collect her corpse."

Old Liu's beard trembled with anger: "Are you talking like a human? That's your mother!"

"So what if she is? She's still going to die." Wang Xin said nonchalantly, "It's good to die! She won't have to suffer here anymore."

I stared at Wang Xin closely: "What about the person at the coffin stone?"

"That one? He's considered my grandpa!" Wang Xin said, "The ancestor said that he hasn't been of one mind with the old Wang family for a long time. If he can guard the door, let him guard it; if he can't, don't bother with him."

Wang Xin said, "You should also kill me, right? Let me have a bite to eat before you do it. I'll die a full ghost."

As Wang Xin spoke, he wanted to go over and drink the fish soup again. Ding Zhong couldn't hold back this time and raised his axe and chopped it at the back of the other party's head. Wang Xin fell to the ground without a sound.

Before the other party's body hit the ground, my right hand, hanging by my side, turned from a palm into a claw, grabbing towards the back of Wang Xin's head from a distance.

I used the "Soul-Seizing Hand," a common technique in the Daoist arts. Some warlocks with some cultivation can grab a person's soul before they die, and people with high cultivation can even pull out the souls of living people.

I can't reach the point of grabbing living souls, but it's enough to get Wang Xin's ghost out.

Just as half of Wang Xin's ghost was pulled out of his body by me, a sudden force surged out from the ghost cauldron, pulling Wang Xin's soul in the opposite direction.

The ghost cauldron is fighting with me for the soul?