Stop pretending, the fake heiress is actually a master of metaphysics.

Just as the old ghost was about to continue using his magical artifacts to deal with Shen Nian, he suddenly discovered that the talisman in his hand was no longer obeying his commands.

A pale hand, with undeniable force, snatched the talisman from his grasp.

"If it's yours, then use it."

Shen Nian's voice was cold.

She glanced down at the talisman in her hand, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

This is something her senior brother used to use.

"Give me back my things!!"

The old ghost's ghostly aura surged, and he tried to resist and struggle. Shen Nian grabbed his neck with one hand and used the talisman in the other to smash it down on his head.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

Even if a ghost has no physical form, it can't withstand being beaten like this by a magical artifact.

The ghostly aura around the old ghost was constantly being dissipated, and his cultivation and magical power were getting weaker and weaker.

To Gu Yuncheng and his group, even the gray mist seemed to have thinned out considerably.

Fang Xiaoyuan said weakly, "Young Master Gu... why do I feel like Master Shen suddenly seems very angry?"

Gu Yuncheng: "What did that old ghost say that made her so angry..."

"You obtained a magical artifact but did not cultivate it. Instead, you used something that did not belong to you to forcibly take a living person as your wife. You have utterly insulted this magical artifact and its owner."

"I'm asking you one last time, are you going to write a divorce agreement or not!"

As Shen Nian finished speaking, thunderclouds gathered again on the horizon.

With thunder rumbling, the old ghost knew that if he didn't write the divorce papers soon, the remaining seven bolts of heavenly lightning would strike him down all at once, obliterating him along with his ancestral grave.

He no longer had any magical artifacts in his hands.

He closed his eyes and, with his last ounce of strength, managed to squeeze out a few barely audible words: "I'll write... I'll write! Please spare me, grandma, I'll write, okay?"

Shen Nian let go and threw him away.

"Finish writing before the lightning strikes, and you'll still have a chance to live."

The old ghost shouted towards the grave mound behind him, "Are you all deaf?! Quickly bring out the paper, pen, and marriage certificate! Otherwise, we'll all die here today!"

"Ancestor, they're all here."

A familiar-looking paper figure hurriedly squeezed out of the crack, carrying several scrolls.

It is the paper doll of yesterday's matchmaker.

Fang Xiaoyuan's eyes widened: "I've seen you before! You're the matchmaker who forced me into the bridal sedan chair and made me perform the wedding ceremony in my dream!"

It turned out that this tiny paper figure, no bigger than a palm, was what kept her trapped in her dreams.

Having seen ghosts and witnessed Shen Nian summoning heavenly lightning with his bare hands, Fang Xiaoyuan felt no longer surprised by this kind of moving paper figure.

Old Ghost took the paper and pen, lay down on the ground, and began to write the divorce agreement.

The lightning could strike at any moment, and the old man was so anxious that he almost swung his brush until it sparked. Finally, he finished writing the divorce papers before the lightning struck.

A divorce agreement and a marriage certificate were handed to Shen Nian together.

"Xiao Yuan, come over and put your handprint here."

Once both husband and wife have pressed their handprints, the ghost marriage is considered completely dissolved.

"Fang Xiaoyuan, you are free now."

"As for you."

She turned to the old ghost and said, "Humans and ghosts are different. If you want to get married, go to the underworld to be reincarnated, instead of forcibly marrying a living person here, which is against the laws of nature and harms people's lives."

"If you continue to engage in this kind of shady business, these seven bolts of heavenly lightning will continue to fall, causing your soul to be scattered forever."

If a ghost with spiritual power does not wish to be reincarnated, the underworld cannot interfere.

Old Ghost nodded hurriedly and said, "Master, is there anything else you need to instruct me to do?"

"Where did you get this token?"

Old Gui racked his brains for a moment and said, "It seems that more than a hundred years ago, there was a flood here. This token must have been brought by the flood and washed up to the foot of the mountain, so I picked it up."

"I see."

Shen Nian waved his hand, and the old ghost quickly led the paper figure into the tomb, as if Shen Nian were a monster.

Fang Xiaoyuan and Gu Yuncheng looked at each other for a moment: "That's... over?"

Shen Nian: "Isn't it good that things are settled?"

"No, it's just that we don't feel like we've been of much help."

It's like watching a play.

Shen Nian patted the two of them on the shoulders: "It's alright, at least they didn't cause me any trouble, that's pretty good."

"Let's go down the mountain, we can head back now."

As soon as Shen Nian finished speaking, several familiar, menacing-looking people suddenly appeared at the end of the mountain path.

There were Fang Xiaoyuan's parents and brother, Wang Xingcai and his wife, and two other middle-aged men.

"Oh, it's too early to say. It seems going back won't be that easy."

A group of men walked aggressively towards the three, led by Wang Xingcai: "What did you do to my family's ancestral graves?"

"Let me tell you, digging up graves is illegal!"

Shen Nian said calmly, "Who dug up the grave? Is there any evidence?"

When Wang Xingcai saw the scroll in Shen Nian's hand, he immediately shouted angrily, "You still say you didn't dig up the grave? How did you get this marriage certificate?"

"You mean this?"

Shen Nian waved the scroll in his hand: "This is a divorce agreement, written by your ancestor himself. Don't misread it."

"A divorce agreement? You dissolved Fang Xiaoyuan's ghost marriage?!"

Wang Xingcai went to the Fang family early in the morning and told them that the person Fang Xiaoyuan brought back was a Taoist priest. He tried his best to convince the Fang family that they had been deceived and that there was no exorbitant dowry at all. The Fang family also invited two of their uncles. The group first went to the hotel in town, only to be told that Fang Xiaoyuan and his group had already left the hotel.

Wang Xingcai then realized that they had gone to the ancestral graves.

But to their surprise, they were too late; Fang Xiaoyuan's ghost marriage had already been dissolved.

He broke his promise to their ancestors, and that was his own son...

Wang Xingcai turned deathly pale.

"Call home quickly and ask your parents how your son is doing."

Wang Xingcai and his wife anxiously went to the side to make a phone call, but Fang Xiaoyuan's mother was the first to jump out.

"What gives you the right to dissolve Fang Xiaoyuan's ghost marriage? Who gave you permission?"

Fang Xiaoyuan's mother, hands on her hips, said, "Xiaoyuan is my daughter. I can make her marry whoever I want. Don't think I don't know you're not Xiaoyuan's fiancé at all; you two are just liars!"

"We don't understand this ghost marriage!"

Shen Nian sneered, "Whether this ghost marriage is dissolved or not is not up to any of you to decide; only Fang Xiaoyuan's opinion matters."

Fang Xiaoyuan's mother rushed up to her, reaching out to grab her collar: "You brat, you teamed up with swindlers to cheat your parents, didn't you? You just didn't want your brother to get married, didn't you! Now that you've broken off the ghost marriage, what about your brother's dowry money?! Ah!"

Fang Xiaoyuan looked coldly at her mother.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"If he wants to get married and buy a house, he can save up the money himself. What's it to me?"

"If you want to make money for him through ghost marriages, go ahead and get married. If you get married ten or eight, you'll have enough for your son's dowry and house, right?"

"Also, Master Shen and Young Master Gu are people I invited, not swindlers. I asked them to resolve my ghost marriage, so show them some respect."

Fang Xiaoyuan's mother seemed to have never imagined that her usually docile and obedient daughter would suddenly dare to talk back to her. She was so angry that she almost couldn't catch her breath and stammered, "You're crazy, you're really crazy! How dare you talk to me like that?"

"You are my daughter..."

"I'm not your daughter!"

"You've never treated me like a daughter. You don't even care about my life for this dowry."

Fang Xiaoyuan shouted, his tone torn and resolute.

"You little beast, who gave you the right to talk like that!"

Fang Xiaoyuan's father reached out and grabbed Fang Xiaoyuan, about to slap him.

"I told you to break off the engagement! I'm telling you, we gave you your life!"