"Thank you."

Tan Wenbin took a Heart Clearing Charm from his pocket and stuck it on Zhao Mengyao's forehead.

Then,

"Snap!"

The sharp Yellow River Shovel chopped off one of Zhao Mengyao's arms.

"Snap!"

Another arm.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The legs were harder to chop, so it took several attempts.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The other leg too.

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Mengyao wailed in an inhuman manner on the ground.

Due to the effect of the Heart Clearing Charm, she couldn't even faint from pain.

Tan Wenbin supported the shovel with his left hand and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with his right hand.

Whenever he went out with Brother Xiao Yuan, he always carried cigarettes to build rapport during exchanges and intelligence gathering.

He bit a cigarette, igniting it.

Taking a deep drag, he watched the smoke ring burn brightly inward, then slowly exhaled it from his nostrils.

Nearby was Zhao Mengyao, still screaming, merely serving as background music.

Tan Wenbin flicked some ash aside, pointing at her as he laughed and said to those around: "Damn, she helped me with my psychological preparation, who knew she'd do it too well."

Taking another strong drag, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it hard with his shoe.

Then he swung the Yellow River Shovel down onto Zhao Mengyao's head!

"Bang!"

It sounded like a watermelon exploding, and the world fell silent.

Tan Wenbin raised his hand, gesturing: "Sorry everyone, for the noise."

The action here just ended, and over there, it was reaching a conclusion too.

However, accompanied by Mr. Tian's loud shout: "Watch out, she's coming!"

The woman ran out of the archway, arriving at the courtyard in front of the hall.

Mr. Tian had just harmed himself and had only managed to bandage his wound, unable to stop her in time. He could only chase after her with two daggers dangling in his hands.

Yin Meng drew out a whip, Lin Shuyou quickly came before Li Zhiyuan, and he just felt darkness before his eyes, while Run Sheng stood in front of him.

Tan Wenbin, carrying the bloody shovel, strode over.

Zhuangzhuang now felt power surging within him, confident he could confront any powerful evil object!

"Move aside, it's fine."

Li Zhiyuan's voice extinguished his companions' emotions, and Run Sheng and Lin Shuyou stepped aside.

The woman indeed did not attack. She stood before Li Zhiyuan, emitting meaningless syllables from her throat, as if begging.

At this moment, wisps of black smoke rose from the original temple site, signaling that with the cursed object's owner's death, the malevolence was dissipating, offering liberation.

The woman was also a cursed object; she hadn't died because she hadn't killed Zhao Xilu yet. She had tormented Zhao Xilu for a long time, but now hadn't completely finished him off.

Leaving her greatest enemy alive, she ran over to plead with the boy.

The woman placed her bloody hands on her shoulders, repeatedly patting hard.

Humans have three lamps on their bodies, one atop the head, and two on the shoulders.

The two lamps on the woman's shoulders hold her two children.

She was Zhao Xilu's cursed object, and her two children were hers, which means that when Zhao Xilu dies, he takes her, along with her two children, away.

The woman in fact wants to die, seeks vengeance, and desires liberation, but she doesn't want her two children to perish with her because such a demise... means the soul will scatter, with no chance of reincarnation.

One had only been in this world for less than a hundred days, and the other less than a month, having not yet truly seen the world with open eyes.

Li Zhiyuan looked at the woman, asking, "You want your two children to separate from you, to let them reincarnate?"

The woman nodded fervently.

On the rooftop, Zhao Yi spoke: "Even if they separate, they cannot reincarnate. If left unattended, they drift as wandering ghosts; if handled... only by accumulating virtue and removing karmic hindrances can they attain the chance for reincarnation, in the future... to be born into a good family."

Li Zhiyuan looked up at Zhao Yi.

This Young Master Zhao seemed to have prepared his psyche enough, for when looking at Li Zhiyuan again, there was no trace of his previous fear and timidity.

Li Zhiyuan bluntly said: "Don't you find testing over and over tiresome?"

Accumulating virtue was evidently a euphemism for roaming the rivers.

Zhao Yi shook his head, saying: "At first, it was to test, now, I want to know the answer."

He, Zhao Yi, was to represent Jiujiang Zhao in traversing the rivers, but in the same era, only one Dragon King could emerge in the rivers.

Originally, he aimed to probe the other's identity and background; now, he wished to confirm whether he still wanted to traverse the rivers.

Li Zhiyuan didn't immediately respond to him but walked in front of the woman, formed seals with his hands, and placed them on her shoulders. When his hands were withdrawn, his palms appeared faintly black, seemingly accompanied by the alternating giggles of two infants.

Li Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou paused, thinking, how is this related to me?

Then, he quickly realized something and said: "Methods, whether righteous or evil, depend on the user; even controlling ghosts can eliminate demons and defend the way."

Li Zhiyuan walked over to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin understood what Xiao Yuan was going to do, so he squatted down briskly.

Li Zhiyuan flipped his hands and placed them on Tan Wenbin's shoulders.

"Raising ghosts will shorten one's lifespan."

Tan Wenbin laughed: "No worries, haven't they already been shortened? I have plenty saved up that are useless, might as well use them to make up for it."

Whether lifespan is shortened or not doesn't matter; the main thing is that he can borrow the power of ghosts again, so in future fights, he won't have to always hang back.

And so these two can follow him in accumulating virtue for reincarnation.

Tan Wenbin stood up, inhaling sharply: "Whoa, it suddenly feels really cold..."

"Fix the harmony later when we return, endure for now."

"No problem, I can handle it." Tan Wenbin gently patted his shoulders, "I seem to hear the sound of the children snoring; these little ones are asleep."

The woman knelt down, not as a gesture of thanks, as she'd lost most of her human capacities through prolonged torment.

Both her arms bent, humming an unpleasant nursery rhyme, as if reminiscing, or bidding farewell.

Zhao Xilu, who had once been flayed, finally breathed his last.

A shroud of black mist rose from the woman's body, and her song grew weaker, finally freezing in place, maintaining her stance of holding two children.

It's over.

"Young Master, Young Master, let me help you down." Mr. Tian lifted his arms, with his hands hanging, readying to help the Young Master down from the roof.

Ignoring him, Zhao Yi continued staring intently at Li Zhiyuan, asking: "Tell me, are you up there or not?"

Mr. Tian seemed perplexed; what's with the Young Master? The matter is over, aren't we going home? Don't tell me they want to silence us afterward?

Oh no, now my hands are done for!

Li Zhiyuan again looked up at him,

and said:

"I'm on the rivers, do you dare to come down?"

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