At this moment, it suddenly felt like a dream, and his heart fluttered unsteadily.

"Xiao Li."

At this moment, someone not far away hung up the phone and waved at Xiao Li:

"No need to ask anymore, someone has turned themselves in."

"Ah!"

"What?"

The series of unexpected events left Xiao Li stunned on the spot and also puzzled the other three, including Monkey.

...

Several days later.

At the psychiatric hospital.

Father Cheng gently furrowed his brow and sat down on the chair.

"Daoist, as per your instructions, I’ve already compensated the families of Zhao Zhenzhen and Yu Mancang enough to cover their households’ needs for the rest of their lives."

"Shouldn’t the grievances of that ghost have dissipated by now?"

"It should have...," the Daoist hesitated for a moment, then praised with folded hands:

"Boss Cheng, impressive tactics, coming up with such a method to avoid the Public Security Bureau’s punishment."

"Hmph!"

Father Cheng snorted lightly:

"Everyone around has witnessed my son’s mental state during this time, and no one would object to calling it a mental illness."

"In such a condition, he doesn’t need to take legal responsibility for wrongdoing."

"Moreover..."

"I’ve provided ample compensation, so what do they have to be ungrateful for?"

The Daoist repeatedly agreed.

To dissolve the grievances of that Fierce Ghost, Cheng Tao voluntarily turned himself in, including recording the video of Zhao Zhenzhen and the hit-and-run incident from months ago.

That day, Cheng Tao was drinking, and after drinking, he drove and hit someone, seriously injuring them, with a ten out of nine chance of not surviving, especially since it was in a surveillance blind spot.

Therefore...

He didn’t call for an ambulance but chose to dump the person in the mountains.

Now the matter is settled.

The families of Zhao Zhenzhen and Yu Mancang were compensated, and Cheng Tao, due to his abnormal mental state, was diagnosed with a psychological ailment, thus escaping criminal charges.

Even the grievance of the ghost needed to be resolved.

It all took just a few days, costing only a bit of money. Father Cheng was quite pleased with his own methods.

"Daoist!"

He turned his head to speak:

"When will the Fierce Ghost on Cheng Tao leave?"

"This..." the Daoist chuckled dryly:

"It should be soon."

"Then let’s go in and have a look." Father Cheng sighed:

"My son just won’t let anyone rest easy. Once this is over, I certainly can’t let him continue to fool around like this."

"Yes, yes."

The Daoist repeatedly agreed.

The two of them entered a room one after the other.

The room was pitch black.

The window was covered with thick curtains, blocking all sunlight since even a hint of light would make Cheng Tao scream.

Fortunately.

As long as there was no sunlight, his emotions remained relatively stable.

Mother Cheng was sitting by the bed, constantly concerned about her son’s condition.

"Daoist!"

Seeing the two come in, she hurriedly stood up to greet them:

"Take a look at my son, how is he now?"

"Let me take a look."

The Daoist took a deep breath and stepped closer, clasping his hands in salute:

"Mr. Yu."

He said seriously:

"Boss Cheng has compensated your family generously as per your request. Shouldn’t you leave Young Master Cheng’s body as well?"

As he spoke, he laid out several sheets of paper in front of him.

These were the mediation record, compensation confirmation, and other documents, proving he wasn’t lying, and the amount was indeed considerable for ordinary people.

"Good!"

An eerie voice emerged from Cheng Tao’s mouth:

"Well done!"

"Xiao Tao!"

Father Cheng and Mother Cheng’s expressions changed dramatically, wanting to approach to check their son but also hesitating, leaning on each other as they looked over.

"Mr. Yu."

The Daoist delightedly asked:

"Shouldn’t you be leaving now?"

"Leave?" ’Cheng Tao’ sneered, speaking softly:

"Where can I go now?"

"Do you think that the Cheng family has only done such evil deeds? For so many years, how many people have been harmed by him?"

"And his parents..."

"They all deserve to die!"

"Screech!"

The ghost wail was earsplitting, like needles penetrating their minds. The three of them trembled, unable to keep from falling to their knees, howling in agony.

At the same time.

A plume of black smoke emerged from Cheng Tao’s body, carrying with it a massive amount of Essence Blood Primordial Energy.

"Ah!"

Cheng Tao screamed miserably towards the sky, as black smoke continuously poured out from his body, his flesh rapidly shriveling before the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye,

he had already turned into a shriveled corpse with skin and bones!

"Caw!"

The black smoke swirled in midair and transformed into a ferocious Fierce Ghost, letting out a ghostly wail filled with resentment, then lunged at Father Cheng and Mother Cheng.

"Clatter... clatter..."

The sound of devouring echoed.

The Fierce Ghost madly gnawed on the two of them.

Father Cheng and Mother Cheng huddled together, curled up on the ground, screaming in agony while their bodies convulsed uncontrollably, unable to stop their body’s Primordial Energy from draining away.

In a short moment, the two of them were left with shriveled flesh, their hair turned dry and yellow, and their struggles grew weaker and weaker, while the black smoke in the air grew thicker.

"Tap, tap..."

The Daoist’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, trying to desperately move his body backward, only to find himself weak and powerless, a chilling aura enveloping around him.

"Spare me!"

"Spare me!"

He struggled to crawl towards the door, loudly pleading for mercy.

Yet the ghost paid him no mind; once it had devoured Father Cheng and Mother Cheng’s essence, it turned and lunged at the Daoist.

"No!"

Seeing the ghost about to reach him, its sinister ghost head just inches away, the Daoist couldn’t help but scream in terror, instinctively covering his eyes with his hands.

In the next instant.

Time seemed to freeze, and the ghostly wail abruptly vanished.

Hmm?

The Daoist was taken aback, and cautiously opened his eyes.

He saw that at some unknown point in time, a person had appeared beside him.

The newcomer looked quite young but had eyes as ancient as a centenarian, with hair reaching the waist, elegant like an Immortal, who was looking up at the ghost in the scene.

"Indeed!"

Fang Zheng sighed lightly:

"Without a flesh body for support, without the nourishment of Yin Energy, the Underworld Soul becomes corroded by resentment and naturally turns into a Fierce Ghost upon gaining living humans’ Primordial Energy."

"Alas!"

"You chose revenge rather than seeing your wife and children, probably because you wanted the Cheng Family to make amends, to spare your wife and children from future worries."

"Such thoughtful intentions."

He mumbled to himself, while the ghost in the scene seemed to be wary of something, pacing back and forth, never daring to advance.

"Caw!"

The ghost let out another ghostly wail, then turned and dashed towards the neighboring room.

"Trying to escape?"

Fang Zheng squinted, extending his large hand lightly.

As he gently clenched his five fingers, it seemed as if a violent wind surged in the scene, sweeping the ghost and the black smoke towards his palm.

The ghost struggled frantically, yet still couldn’t evade his light grasp.

"Swoosh!"

The black smoke was all drawn into his palm, forming a black sphere the size of a quail egg, which Fang Zheng casually swept away with his sleeve, making the sphere disappear.

And the chilling Evil Qi permeating the entire room emptied out along with it.

"Daoist..." The Daoist watched this scene, his eyes first filled with shock, then wild joy:

"Immortal!"

"Immortal above, I..."

"Where?"

Just as he was about to kneel and say something, he saw a blur before his eyes, and the ’Immortal’ who had subdued the Fierce Ghost with a wave of his hand had already disappeared.

...

At night.

Yu Lingjia suddenly woke from a dream, bursting out of her room with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!"

She pushed open the door and saw her mother sitting by the bedside, silently shedding tears.

"Mom, I dreamed of Dad!"

"Hmm."

Hearing this, her mother’s expression did not change, she just nodded slowly, tears streaming down her face:

"I dreamed of him too."

Downstairs.

Fang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Yu Mancang suspended in mid-air.

"Thank you, Daoist."

Yu Mancang showed a faint smile, bowing deeply towards him:

"Having been able to see my family one last time, I have no more regrets."

"Thank you!"

Fang Zheng nodded, lightly waving his long sleeve.

A gust of invisible breeze swept through, and Yu Mancang’s form gradually scattered until it finally turned into nothingness.

His heart was ultimately kind, going out of his way to perform the dream interaction method, allowing Yu Mancang to appear in his family’s dreams for a brief moment.

In this way,

it wouldn’t harm their Primordial Energy.

On the other side.

Old Cui paused his writing, his eyes slightly moving:

"The Observation Method can strengthen the Primordial Spirit. In that case, doesn’t it mean that the Zheng Family’s little girl can be saved?"