This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Looking at his expression, which suggested he might be about to be annihilated at any moment, Wang Xiaoer was too lazy to waste any more words on him.

He thought for a moment and said, "I'll let you rest in peace, but you have to agree to two conditions first."

Upon hearing that there was a way out, Zhao Dechang's spirits immediately lifted, and he hurriedly said, "Please speak, sir! As long as it is within my power, I will do it even at the cost of my life!"

Wang Xiaoer held up two fingers.

"First, completely remove the 'curse' from him, or rather, the mark you left on him, so that there will be no future trouble."

He pointed to Zhu Jun beside him.

Zhao Dechang glanced at the camera and immediately nodded vigorously, "No problem! No problem! I'll take care of it right away!"

Wang Xiaoer continued, "Secondly, give him back the function to leave the group."

"Of course! Of course! I'll just disband the group!" Zhao Dechang agreed faster than anyone else.

For a ghost that is about to disappear, a QQ group is less valuable than a roadside stone.

"it is good."

Wang Xiaoer nodded and then hung up the video call.

The phone screen returned to the normal chat interface.

In the group chat, the cracked memorial tablet icon flickered one last time before turning completely gray.

Immediately afterwards, a system message popped up.

The group owner has disbanded the group.

The entire "Approaching Pseudoscience" chat interface instantly disappeared from the two people's phones.

everything is over.

Zhu Jun stared blankly at his phone. He felt the faint chill that had been lingering on his body completely disappear, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

He tried moving his fingers, opened QQ, and sure enough, he had logged out.

After checking it several times, he finally confirmed that he was truly safe.

"Brother Wang! Brother Chen!"

Zhu Jun tried to do a somersault, but failed. He simply crawled to Wang Xiaoer's feet and grabbed his leg.

"Brother Wang! Master Wang! Thank you for saving my life! You're like brothers to me! From now on, if you have any problems with your computer, phone, or internet, leave it to me!"

Tears streaming down his face, he swore from the bottom of his heart: "If I, Zhu Jun, ever add any more weird QQ groups on a whim, may I gain another twenty pounds!"

Wang Xiaoer tried to pull his leg out in disgust, but failed.

Just as Zhu Jun was clinging to his leg and crying, Wang Xiaoer's phone vibrated.

He looked down and saw that the "Approaching Pseudoscience" group chat interface had also disappeared from his phone.

"Alright, alright, get up."

Wang Xiaoer patted Zhu Jun on the back, "Is twenty pounds a punishment for you?"

Zhu Jun's crying stopped abruptly.

He wiped his face, got up from the ground, and his face was full of a sincere smile.

"Brother Wang, to thank you for saving my life, I have to treat you! Let's go to 'Hainan Rendez-Vous' in the east of the city. It's open 24 hours, with Australian lobster and Hokkaido sea urchin—all you can eat!"

Wang Xiaoer wanted to say that it wasn't necessary to spend so much money, but seeing that Zhang Chen and A Yue both looked quite interested, he swallowed his words.

After all that commotion, he was indeed hungry.

Soon, a ride-hailing car carrying Zhu Jun, who was still shaken but also full of enthusiasm, along with three "experts" with different expressions, sped towards the city's most "luxurious" seafood stall.

On the dining table, the king crab parts were neatly disassembled, fresh langoustines twitched slightly on the ice, and golden sea urchins were piled up like a small mountain.

Zhu Jun, having shaken off his previous fear, transformed into a host playing on his home turf, enthusiastically serving food to the three of them.

"Brother Wang, shrimp brains are the most nutritious part, you should eat more!"

"Brother Chen, try this geoduck sashimi, it's crispy!"

"Sis, this caviar with bread is great for your skin and beauty!"

Ah Yue ate in small bites, her eyes sparkling, clearly very satisfied with the meal.

Just as the atmosphere was warm and harmonious, Wang Xiaoer's cell phone, which was on the table, suddenly made a soft "ding".

That was the notification sound of a new email.

Wang Xiaoer wiped his hands, picked up his phone, and opened it.

The sender's address was a long string of random characters, seemingly generated by the system.

The email subject was very simple, just two words: Thank You Gift.

He opened the email.

The content is even shorter, consisting of only one sentence.

"Thank you for your mercy, young friend, which gave me the opportunity to be reborn. Consider these old-fashioned trinkets as a token of my gratitude."

His words carried a sense of relief, as if the dust had settled.

Wang Xiaoer raised an eyebrow.

He saw a huge compressed file attached to the bottom of the email.

"What the hell? Do people still send such large files via email these days?"

Zhu Jun, his mouth full of lobster meat, leaned over to take a peek, his words muffled.

His eyes widened at just one glance.

He saw the filename of the compressed file: "Collection of Belongings of Deceased Friend.zip".

I also saw the dense list of files that popped up instantly after Wang Xiaoer opened the compressed file.

Zhu Jun forgot to chew the lobster meat in his mouth. He stared intently at the screen and then suddenly let out a terrifying scream.

"Holy crap! Brother Wang, you've struck it rich!"

His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of the guests at the next table.

A-Yue and Zhang Chen also stopped eating and looked curiously at Wang Xiaoer's phone.

Instead of emails, the screen now displays an unzipped folder containing numerous subfolders, each named with a nickname related to the group.

"Princess with a long braid", "Former Qing Dynasty official", "Republic of China female student", "Schoolteacher"...

Wang Xiaoer casually opened the folder "Former Qing Dynasty Officials".

Inside were several high-resolution images scanned by a scanner. The paper was yellowed, and the handwriting was in neat, official script.

The document titles are: "Secret Recipe for Imperial Pear Syrup", "Recipe for Eight Treasures Cake from Cixi Palace", and "Strengthening the Foundation and Nourishing the Vitality Soup (Remnant)".

He then opened the folder titled "Female Students in the Republic of China Era".

Inside were scanned copies of more than a dozen thick diaries, with delicate handwriting recording a young girl's study experience from Beiping to Shanghai. The diaries even mentioned many little-known historical details, such as the role played by the older brother of one of her classmates in an important historical event.

Zhu Jun was practically drooling.

"Brother Wang, this...this is practically a living historical archive! Just this diary, any random excerpt could be enough for history graduate students to publish a paper in a top-tier journal!"

Wang Xiaoer continued scrolling down.

In the "teacher's" folder were two handwritten primers, "The Primer of Prosody" and "Li Weng's Rhyming Dictionary," covered with dense annotations and insights written in vermilion ink. The uniqueness of his insights far surpassed any other analytical book on the market.

These were actually the "legacy" of all the ghosts in that "ghost horde"!

The things they cherished most and were most attached to during their lives were collected by the group leader, Zhao Dechang, in some way, and before his soul dissipated, he packed them all up and gave them to Wang Xiaoer as a thank-you gift.

Zhang Chen also came over, and when he saw the list of documents, his breathing became a little rapid.

He understood the value of these things better than Zhu Jun did.

Those recipes, prescriptions, and diaries were certainly precious, but what truly made his heart race was the last folder.

The folder is still named "Group Owner".

Wang Xiaoer noticed it too, and he opened the largest folder.

The contents inside are not as fancy as other folders; there are only a few simple and unadorned documents.

Anzhou County Gazetteer (Guangxu Handwritten Copy)

Detailed Explanation of the Map and Waterway Feng Shui of Jiangnan

Tales of the Countryside (Zhao Family Manuscript)

Zhang Chen's eyes instantly turned red.

For ordinary people, these documents might just be a pile of worthless paper that no one cares about.

But for someone like him, a member of the Xuanmen sect, this was simply priceless!

A local gazetteer, especially an unedited handwritten copy, records the most original geography, culture, and various "strange phenomena" recorded by the authorities.

The geomantic map and detailed explanation of waterways are things that feng shui masters dream of, as they can directly reveal the direction of the dragon veins in a region!

As for the book "Tales of the Countryside", it records countless folk tales, taboos and strange legends that have long been lost!

For a Taoist priest who frequently deals with "non-natural" things, this is more valuable than ten thousand taels of gold!