The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: The High God is the High God, and Yao Yao is a little fairy. No problem.]

[Bu Wenli: Wait, what about the late Qing Dynasty?]

[Monkey King: Late Qing was a fairy's best friend. She was a fairy's best friend too!]

Chen Siyao glanced at the comments and couldn't stop laughing. She gripped her paulownia wood sword tightly and continued walking towards the next house.

Each household has a spirit, some with two or three, others with seven or eight. Chen Siyao became more and more adept at the fight, and the paulownia wood sword became increasingly nimble in her hands, transforming from initial clumsiness to later fluid and effortless movements.

She discovered that she didn't need to aim or think; the sword would find the soul's weakness on its own. All she had to do was swing it.

On the twenty-ninth floor, nine souls were crammed into a room. They were no longer scattered, but gathered together, like a writhing mass of black flesh. Chen Siyao stood at the door, took a deep breath, gripped her sword with both hands, and rushed in.

She was like a gust of wind, her sword light exploding in the darkness, once, twice, three times... Wherever the golden light touched, the souls curled up, turned black, and dissipated like burning pieces of paper.

The last spirit tried to escape through the door, but was bounced back by Chen Hao's soul-suppressing technique and fell at Chen Siyao's feet. She looked down at it and raised her sword.

"Wait." Chen Hao's voice came from behind.

Chen Siyao's sword stopped in mid-air.

The spirit was curled up on the ground, trembling. Its face was clearer than the previous spirits; its features were visible—it was a middle-aged woman, the wrinkles around her eyes and the scar on her forehead clearly discernible. She looked at Chen Siyao, her lips trembling, and uttered a very soft voice: "Save...me..."

Chen Siyao's hand froze.

"Brother?" She turned to look at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao walked over, looked down at the soul, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "She was sucked in by the Soul Gathering Banner. Unlike the previous ones, she hasn't harmed anyone, and it wasn't voluntary."

Chen Siyao was stunned: "Then... what should we do?"

Chen Hao stretched out his hand, palm down, hovering above the soul. His fingers twitched slightly, as if flicking away a speck of dust. The soul's body began to change—the black mist receded from her, revealing her true form.

She was a woman in her forties, wearing pajamas, her hair loose, her face showing no fear or pain, only a quiet weariness.

She looked at Chen Hao, her lips moved, and she said "thank you" in a very soft voice, but Chen Hao understood. He nodded.

The woman's body began to fade, starting from the edges and gradually becoming transparent. She looked down at her disappearing hand, then looked up and smiled at Chen Siyao. The smile was light and faint, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she disappeared.

Chen Siyao stood there, holding her sword, and remained silent for a long time.

"Brother," her voice was a little hoarse, "what did she say?"

Chen Hao glanced at her: "She said 'thank you'."

Chen Siyao lowered her head, sheathed the sword, and clenched it in her hand. She didn't cry, but her nose felt sore.

Yang Wanqing walked over and gently took her hand.

Upon reaching the last two apartments on the 29th floor, they encountered vengeful ghosts haunted by resentment. These ghosts had died unjustly, their resentment extremely intense. Their forms were blurry, surrounded by swirling black mist, and they could emit piercing roars and create simple illusions in an attempt to bewitch the two.

One of the vengeful ghosts actually transformed into the appearance of Chen Siyao's parents, crying and begging Chen Siyao to come over, trying to take the opportunity to attack her.

Chen Siyao was stunned for a moment and almost fell for the trick, but when she remembered that her brother was right behind her and saw the fierce light in the other party's eyes, she instantly realized that it was an illusion. She gritted her teeth, swung her sword and slashed. The ghost screamed and the illusion shattered, and its soul dissipated.

This scene drew praise from viewers in the live stream, who commended Chen Siyao for her intelligence and composure, showing she was no longer simply impulsive.

When Chen Siyao saw this, she just gave a haughty snort and didn't argue back.

Each time a homeowner was revived, they would repeatedly thank Chen Siyao, Yang Wanqing, and Chen Hao, their words filled with gratitude. Many wanted to stay and help, but Chen Siyao persuaded them to go downstairs and hide.

"Let's go." Chen Siyao took a deep breath and looked up at the stairwell. "There are still the 30th and 31st floors left."

The spirits on the thirtieth floor were much stronger than those on the twenty-ninth floor. They were no longer the confused wandering spirits they once were, but had begun to develop some consciousness—they could hide, conceal themselves, and launch sneak attacks from behind.

In the first apartment, Chen Siyao pushed open the door. The room was empty, with nothing inside. She paused for a moment, then took two steps inside—suddenly, a piercing scream came from above, and a spirit swooped down from the ceiling, its ten fingers like ten knives, stabbing straight into her head.

Before Chen Siyao could swing her sword, she instinctively rolled to the side, the spirit's fingers digging into the floor, sending wood chips flying. She rolled to her feet, slashing her sword horizontally; golden light sliced ​​through the spirit's body, and it shrieked as it vanished.

In the second house, the three spirits no longer separated, but piled together like a giant, multi-legged monster. They rampaged through the room, smashing the furniture to pieces.

Chen Siyao leaped onto the sofa, then onto the dining table, and swung her sword down from above. Golden light cleaved the monster's body, separating its three souls, which scattered and fled. She chased after one and killed it. The second tried to escape through the window but was repelled by a soul-suppressing spell. The third hid behind the door, but she pierced it with her sword.

In the third house, the spirit had already taken on a vague human form and could even make sounds. It crouched in the corner, hugging its knees, like a human. When Chen Siyao pushed open the door, it raised its head, looked at her with a blurry face, and uttered a single syllable: "Go..."

Chen Siyao's sword stopped in mid-air.

"Go..." the spirit repeated, its voice hoarse, as if it hadn't spoken in many years, "Go... don't come any closer..."

Chen Siyao turned to look at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao stood at the door, looking at the soul, remained silent for a while, and then shook his head.

Chen Siyao understood. She gripped her sword, stepped forward, and pierced the soul's chest with a single thrust. It didn't scream; it simply looked down at the sword embedded in its body, then raised its head, its blurry face facing Chen Siyao, the corners of its mouth seemingly curving slightly.

"Thanks……"

It disappeared.

Chen Siyao stood there, head down, staring at the empty floor. Yang Wanqing walked over and gently hugged her.

"I'm fine." Chen Siyao's voice was a little hoarse, "It's just... I feel a little unwell."

In the live stream, the chat was silent for several seconds, then slowly scrolled by:

[I am Ying Zheng: Yao Yao, don't cry. You are helping them find peace.]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Those souls have been trapped here for decades. You set them free.]

[Dongmen Chuixue: This is good news. Yaoyao, this is good news.]

[Not a beast of burden: I'm a grown man, and I cried watching this.]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Yao Yao is the best.]

Chen Siyao took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and looked up: "Let's go. There's one last floor."

Thirty-first floor.