“The truth? What use is that?
I don't care about the truth. I only want him dead. I want his lineage ended, I want him to pay in blood, I want him to wish he were dead! Ahhh!”
Wanniang squeezed out a smile that looked more painful than crying, and tears of blood trickled down her face.
“The parents who cherished me are both dead. My brothers and uncles followed them to the grave. All because I was blind and couldn't see that Wang Fugui was a venomous beast with a rotten heart. I trusted him.
Thirty years have passed. Who would reopen the case for my Qu family? Who would be willing to cry out for justice on my behalf?
All these years, I have thought of it every day, hoped for it every day. I have been waiting for the day I can carve the flesh off that beast, piece by piece, to appease the spirits of my parents in heaven.”
Having been dead for so many years and watching her enemy use her family's blood and bone to climb to wealth and status, how could Wanniang not be driven mad?
“Fine.”
Nan Zhi squatted down, indifferent to the blood that might stain her. She reached out and pulled Wanniang into an embrace.
She mimicked the way her Grandma used to comfort her, gently patting Wanniang's back.
“Then we will kill him together and get your revenge.”
Wanniang froze.
Then, a torrent of bloody tears fell.
...
...
What Wanniang wanted Nan Zhi to do was very simple.
Tear down the portraits of the two divine generals, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, from the Wang family's main gate, and then deface the portrait of the Kitchen God in the distillery.
Once that was done, Wanniang would be able to enter the Wang residence.
But the problem was, if Wanniang hadn't been able to enter the distillery all these years, then what was the deal with the rumors of it being haunted?
However, Nan Zhi was so eager for a scoundrel like Wang Fugui to reach the afterlife early that she suppressed her confusion and didn't ask.
She sent a WeChat message to her manager directly, taking two days of leave in a row.
Nan Zhi swore that this time, she would make sure Wang Fugui's death was perfectly orchestrated.
The next night, after Nan Ye, who shared her room, had fallen fast asleep, Nan Zhi quietly got up and climbed over the wall into the Wang residence.
In the middle of the night, Taihe Tower closed its doors and sent off the last guests.
The waiter yawned, his face full of exhaustion as he put up the door panels, completely failing to notice someone slipping into the backyard in the dark.
Nan Zhi crept up to the small west gate and saw the divine portraits from a distance.
The figures depicted were not the common Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong seen in modern times, but Shen Tu and Yu Lei.
Yu Lei was clad in vibrant armor, his expression solemn, holding golden melon maces.
With a red face and black hair, tiger-like eyes and a bull-like nose, his eyes shone with a piercing light like heavenly eyes. Ordinary ghosts and monsters would not dare to approach.
Then there was Shen Tu, dressed in black armor and golden boots. One hand stroked his beard while the other held a snake and a golden melon mace.
Beneath his phoenix eyes, his expression was kind and his posture relaxed. Ordinary people would feel a sense of joy upon seeing him.
Nowadays, people in the Song dynasty usually posted images of the Shenlong General and the Demon Suppression Inspector because of the influence of the Demon Suppression Division.
It was rare to see someone posting Shen Tu and Yu Lei.
As soon as Nan Zhi saw these two door god portraits, a sense of reverence naturally welled up in her heart.
She didn't know where these portraits had been obtained, but no matter which angle she looked from, the eyes of the divine generals seemed to be fixed firmly on her.
Nan Zhi knew that door gods possessed spirits. Simply tearing the portraits down would definitely not work.
Shen Tu and Yu Lei were brothers. Legend had it that they were gods from the era of the Yellow Emperor, living on a giant peach tree three thousand li wide on Mount Taodu.
The two brothers had very different personalities, but both shared a deep hatred for evil. They commanded golden roosters to devour wicked ghosts, and all spirits feared them.
“I am Nan Zhi, an arrest officer of the Northwest Circuit's Demon Suppression Division, a disciple of Tushan. I offer my greetings to the two divine generals.”
Nan Zhi had a sudden inspiration and immediately cupped her hands in a respectful salute.
“I have come today for a case of grave injustice from years past. The owner of this distillery, Wang Fugui, is a man of many evils whose crimes are too numerous to record.
The victim is currently waiting outside the gate, unable to enter and confront this villain due to your divine majesty. I hope the generals will grant her passage and let her in.”
After saying this, Nan Zhi recounted Wang Fugui's actions in detail.
Whoosh—
Rustle...
Suddenly, a cold wind blew from nowhere. The portraits on the door fluttered and actually fell to the ground.
It was as if they were impatient to leave this place.
A man who commits many injustices will surely bring about his own destruction.
Even Shen Tu and Yu Lei were no longer willing to protect a villain like Wang Fugui.
The fact that the distillery was haunted was the best proof of this.
“My thanks to the two generals. Once I have finished this matter, I will surely find a good place for you both.”
Nan Zhi was overjoyed. she stepped forward, carefully collected the two door god portraits, and then slipped into the distillery.
The distillery should have been brightly lit all night, but because of the haunting rumors lately, no one was working in the middle of the night.
This made things convenient for Nan Zhi.
She followed the same procedure, going to the kitchen to bow to the Kitchen God and informing him of the evil deeds Wang Fugui had committed.
This time, Nan Zhi didn't even have to lift a finger.
The mottled portraits on the wall actually peeled off on their own, and the various pigments, along with bits of yellow mud, fell to the ground with a clatter.
Nan Zhi: “...”
It seemed even the heavens could no longer tolerate Wang Fugui being alive.
Finally, following Wanniang's previous instructions, Nan Zhi ran to the mother vat and lifted the wine vat down from the high platform.
This vat weighed at least a thousand catties and would normally require at least eight men to move together.
But in Nan Zhi's hands, it was as light as a block of tofu.
The bottom of the vat was densely covered with talismans.
Some were old, the cinnabar on the paper faded to a dull red. Others were brand new, the cinnabar as bright as blood, every stroke filled with ghost-suppressing incantations.
Fearing someone might notice, Nan Zhi put the wine vat back and then clapped her hands in satisfaction.
“Done. Time to go back and sleep!”
Without the things restricting her movements, Wanniang turned into a cloud of black mist and drifted toward her destination.
The shrill cries of a woman mingled with ghostly laughter, spreading out layer by layer in the dark night along with the wind.
“The man's heart is as hard as iron, the woman's as firm as stone. I see now, yours is a heart of a beast, a soul of a viper...”
“The moon in the sky looks like a cloud from afar. As the night grows deep and the wind sharpens, blow away the clouds for me, and let the light fall upon the heartless man...”
“Hee hee hee, my dear husband, I have searched so hard for you, ha ha ha ha...”
The resentment suppressed for thirty years suddenly exploded, directly shrouding the Wang residence. The pitch-black ghostly energy slowly seeped in, thread by thread, drifting into the Wang Family Distillery.
This resentment seemed to have a life of its own. When it touched the ground, it turned into strands of hair, crawling into corners, into water vats, into wine jars, and hiding in the cracks of the bricks...
From Nan Zhi's perspective, the entire Wang residence was being tightly wrapped in Wanniang's hair.
Fortunately, Wanniang still had her sanity.
The resentment bypassed the ordinary people and only entered the rooms of the Wang family members.
Except for the innocent Ma Chunxiang, anyone who had followed Wang Fugui in harming the Qu family back then was entangled by these strands of resentful hair.
With such a massive disturbance, how could the demons and ghosts in the city not notice?
In the City God Temple, a group of mud ghosts trembled with fear, hiding inside their clay statues and not daring to speak.
The old temple caretaker looked toward the Wang residence and sighed with a shake of his head. “Ah...”
In a rat hole in a deserted house, Shu Jiulang was terrified, shivering as he hugged a litter of rat pups.
“Good heavens! One Painted Skin Ghost leaves, and now a Greater Ghost pops up?”
In a certain person's woodpile, a red fox poked half its head out, let out a scream of terror at the resentment, and shrank back in.
Outside Dingyuan, a senior brother and junior sister, travel-worn and dusty, looked up and stared in shock.
“This is bad. The ghostly energy is taking form. Such heavy resentment!”
...
...
The Wang family was haunted.
Master Wang had been grabbed by the neck by a vengeful female ghost and hung from a roof beam for an entire hour.
By the time he was rescued, his face was as purple as an eggplant, and his tongue was hanging halfway out.
It was lucky the servants found him early; otherwise, the Wang residence would be hanging white cloth and wearing funeral robes for a feast right now.
By early the next morning, the news of the haunting at the Wang residence had spread through almost the entire county.
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