Wang Butcher stared intently at the ghost and said, "I want to know the origins of the Shanglin Residential Complex."

The ghost hesitated for only a moment before Wang Butcher said, "I must remind you, your time is running out. Do you want your soul to be scattered, or do you want me to help you reincarnate? The choice is yours."

"I can tell you the truth, we have connections in the underworld. Finding a good family for you in the future won't be a problem."

The ghost gritted his teeth before saying, "This matter must start with the coffin that was dug up from under the village."

"The location of that coffin was originally a memorial arch. It was erected specifically for a man named Shang Xingyan. Shang Xingyan, whose courtesy name was Shanglin. The village was renamed Shanglin Village after his courtesy name."

Wang Butcher didn't know who Shang Xingyan was, but Ye Yang knew very well.

The spiritual body from Number Forty-Four had projected all of our encounters onto that computer in order to force Ye Yang to take action.

Ye Yang watched our every move in the residential complex as if he were watching a movie.

When Ye Yang heard the ghost talking about Shang Xingyan, he secretly transmitted his voice to Lin Zhao, saying, "Contact Nie Xiaochun and have her bring Shang Xingyan to me. Also, tell him not to move until I tell him to come out."

Lin Zhao moved away inconspicuously to contact Nie Xiaochun.

The ghost continued, "That Shang Xingyan was a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) who served as an official with integrity and uprightness. In the end, he also died here, leaving behind a considerable reputation. That memorial arch was erected to commemorate Shang Xingyan."

"Later generations praised him as an upright Confucian scholar, and he was also very trustworthy. He always kept his word!"

"The memorial arch was also inscribed with the words 'Trustworthiness'."

"The people of Shanglin Village offered incense to the memorial arch every year, worshipping Shang Xingyan as if he were a god."

"As for when that coffin was buried under the memorial arch, and who buried it, I don't know."

"However, I suspect that the person who buried the coffin wanted to use the memorial arch to suppress it."

Wang Butcher's brow twitched slightly, but he asked without revealing his feelings, "How do you know that the other party was using the memorial arch to suppress the coffin?"

Wang Butcher asked this question knowing the answer, but the ghost answered truthfully, "The memorial arch had an aura of scholarly air, and we didn't dare to get close! Burying a coffin under it, wouldn't that make the dead restless?"

Wang Butcher couldn't help but feel disappointed. This ghost was completely ignorant of what had happened at the time!

The ghost continued, "When the memorial arch was still there, Shanglin Village always produced scholars."

"Later, someone wanted to tear down the memorial arch, but the villagers wouldn't allow it, saying that tearing down the memorial arch would cut off the village's scholarly fortune."

"Those people couldn't be persuaded, and they tore down the memorial arch after all. From then on, Shanglin Village really didn't produce any decent scholars."

Wang Butcher asked, "After the memorial arch fell, did Shanglin Village ever experience any evil occurrences?"

"No, never!" the ghost said. "It wasn't until the construction workers dug up the coffin that something happened."

Wang Butcher muttered to himself, "That is to say, when the memorial arch fell, that man in black was already in the village."

"I don't know!" the ghost said. "Back then, after the man in black suppressed the coffin, he took it away."

"When the Shanglin Residential Complex was built, he brought the coffin back."

"Originally, apart from us lonely wandering spirits, there really weren't any people who could accomplish great things in the complex."

"Those people were all carried back by the man in black."

"He used the coffin to carry those evil ghosts and wild gods into the complex one by one."

"The entire complex became uninhabitable. Like this building, anything that could make a sound was eaten by those two!"

The ghost said in a trembling voice, "The people he carried back were more powerful than the last. We're hiding here, unable to get out, so we have to find scapegoats."

Wang Butcher said in a deep voice, "Who put the rice and meat in the bowl rack?"

"I put it there!" the ghost said. "I have to go to the property management office every once in a while to bring things back and put them in the bowl rack. Those two can come and find food when they're hungry."

"They can last a long time after eating the things brought back from the property management office."

"Then I don't have to worry about being eaten by them."

Wang Butcher pressed, "Are there any living people left in this complex? Is that property manager the black-clothed Confucian scholar who carried the coffin back then?"

"I don't know!" the ghost said. "I can't remember what the person who carried the coffin looked like anymore."

"In this complex, apart from those who come in from the outside, there isn't a single living person."

"That's not right!"

The ghost changed his mind, saying, "I don't know if the property manager and security guard are dead or alive."

The ghost said with a mournful face, "Immortal, that's all I know. Please let me go!"

Wang Butcher, holding the other party's head, walked in front of his body, "Go! Leave through the window."

After the other party put his head back on his body, he escaped through the window.

Wang Butcher moved a stool and sat in the kitchen, quietly waiting for the two people outside to wake up.

Ye Yang also saw from the computer that the two people outside slowly opened their eyes.