"But why are there so many ghosts here? What happened?" Wei Yu glanced around, sensed the surrounding ghosts, and asked in surprise.
"This village discriminates against girls. If a girl is born, she’s either strangled at birth or raised like livestock to help with work, only to be eventually abused to death. Later, a fierce ghost pretended to be a god, demanding live baby girls as offerings. The girls had to be born at specific times; he seemed to be crafting something evil. The reward was supposed to be a miraculous potion purported to ensure the birth of boys. In reality, it had no effect. If no boy was born, they claimed the villagers’ hearts weren’t sincere enough, urging more sacrifices. When there were no baby girls, he would devour adults to strengthen his power. These foolish and malevolent villagers believed it all, causing many deaths," Cui Wenyan explained to Wei Yu.
"That’s truly deserving of death." Wei Yu gritted his teeth, removing the chain from his back and tossing it skyward. The chain instantly grew longer and then, like it had eyes, wrapped around all the ghosts and the fierce ghost, binding them into a large bundle. As for the remaining female ghosts, the chain extended again, gently securing these bewildered spirits one by one, arranging them in a line. Their treatment was entirely different.
"Who are you, really?" At that moment, a weak voice sounded.
Cui Wenyan turned her head and saw Uncle Jiang, missing a leg and an arm. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you’re not dead yet?" Next to Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang had already taken her last breath. Could she not? Her head and body had separated, and now her ghost was locked in that pile.
"I told you long ago, do not provoke them, do not provoke them." A head protruded from that pile of ghosts, glaring hatefully at Uncle Jiang and cursing, "You fool!"
"Behave yourself." Suddenly, a whip appeared in Wei Yu’s hand, and with a crack, it fiercely lashed towards Old Wu’s soul.
Old Wu emitted a pig-slaughtering scream, howling in pain and no longer daring to make a sound.
"This one is almost dead too. I’ll wait for a bit." Wei Yu glanced at Uncle Jiang and said, "Oh, there’s one under his body, also about to take his last breath. I’ll wait for him too."
"No, no, my son won’t die; he still needs to carry on the Jiang family’s lineage. We can’t let the Jiang family line die out... can’t let it die out..." Uncle Jiang moved his body, trying hard to cover the person beneath him. But the person underneath continued to bleed profusely, his neck severed, barely breathing at all.
Cui Wenyan glanced at the person under Uncle Jiang, a man seemingly in his thirties. The next moment, Cui Wenyan saw some scenes.
The man in his thirties had not continued his education after high school, remained unmarried, and neither worked outside nor farmed at home, idling at home every day, lazy and gluttonous. He was unwilling to marry any local women, looking down on them. He told Uncle and Aunt Jiang that he wanted a pretty, educated woman to better continue the Jiang family line. Uncle and Aunt Jiang, in desperation, were planning to deceive him into a satisfactory marriage. If that didn’t work, they considered saving money to buy a bride from traffickers.
Before they began, Tianmiao and her group arrived.
"Even at a time like this, they’re still thinking about continuing the family line." Wei Yu’s lips twitched, "Lack of education is really terrifying."
"With education, people like this might be even scarier," Cui Wenyan said coldly, "Foolish and malevolent, beyond saving."