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"Your Majesty, I beg you to do justice for me."

Song Zhizhang knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

No one could be more miserable than him.

She stole money from her family and eloped, only to find out that her beloved was someone else's lover, and she had tricked him for money.

Even though he's dead, his physical body is still being targeted by the old man in black robes.

Not only did the evil spirit target him, but it also found his body too weak and refused to possess him, struggling desperately.

The evil spirit clicked its tongue: "What kind of behavior is it for a grown man to cry like this? No wonder you were deceived by a woman."

"Shut up!" Song Zhizhang bared his teeth and claws at the evil spirit, wishing he could tear it apart in anger.

The evil spirit bared its teeth.

It looked like they were about to fight.

Renbao slammed his chubby little hand on the table with a loud thud.

The two souls immediately stood up straight and bowed their heads.

Renbao stared at the malevolent ghost with bared fangs in the dark, bluish-black mansion. Her little face hardened, and she demanded, "Confess the truth about how many good ghosts you've bullied and how many living people you've seduced!"

"I'm innocent!" The evil spirit's fierce aura instantly dissipated, and it said with aggrieved and terrified voice, "In my previous life, I was a thief who targeted the rich. When I was wandering after death, I heard other ghosts say that after going to the underworld, I would have to go to the third court."

Not only would they suffer the torment of being bound by iron ropes and transformed into iron blades, but after their punishment was served, they would also be reborn as animals to be driven by others.

Even if you are reborn as a human, you still have to repay the sins you committed in your previous life, and you will be poor and destitute for the rest of your life.

"When I get scared, I don't want to go to the underworld."

He was bold in life, and he was bold even in death; however, he did not do anything to harm others.

However, it did devour a lot of the power of the resentful ghosts, gradually developing the appearance of an evil ghost.

Song Zhizhang trembled as he listened, his eyes filled with fear.

Even after death, you still have to pay your debts!

Does that count as him stealing his father's secret stash of money?

Renbao frowned slightly; she knew the evil spirit wasn't lying.

That would confirm that it wasn't the evil spirit that escaped from the underworld.

"Renbao." Su Xuance returned from the Dali Temple and pushed open the study door, a chilling aura wafting towards him.

Renbao quickly said, "Father, don't come in. There are evil spirits in the house. You go outside and lie down first. Renbao still needs to interrogate them."

Su Xuance subconsciously glanced around, but saw nothing except Renbao.

Upon hearing the second half of Renbao's sentence, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, Little Yama, you're busy."

He closed the door.

"Your father's body looks so good! Only a body with such solid bones and muscles can catch my eye." The evil spirit was envious, and even after the door was closed, it still looked at the body with reluctance.

Renbao stood up, his chubby little hands on his hips, his childish voice turning fierce: "That's my daddy! If you look again, I'll punish you by sending you to the realm of hungry ghosts, where you'll never have enough to eat or drink for all your future lives!"

The evil spirit shrank back abruptly and quickly closed its eyes: "Lord Yama, I was wrong."

"You two should both go to the underworld," Renbao decided. "You can't stay in the human world."

"Your Majesty, may I go home?" Song Zhizhang timidly floated to Renbao's side and pleaded, "I'll go see my parents one last time and then I'll go with you."

Renbao, recalling the grief of the Song family elders, nodded: "Only a quarter of an hour."

She first sent the evil spirit to the underworld before bringing Song Zhizhang's soul back to the Song residence.

White lanterns have been hung in the mansion, and a coffin is placed in the front courtyard of the main hall.

Su Xuance accompanied Renbao, bringing incense, paper money, silk money, and elegiac couplets to offer condolences.

Many old friends and colleagues also came to the hall, which was filled with sorrow.

Minister Song's expression was somber. He suppressed his grief over the loss of his son and, maintaining proper etiquette, nodded his thanks to his colleagues who came to offer their condolences.

Upon seeing Renbao and Su Xuance arrive, Minister Song went to greet them, his voice choked with emotion: "Little Celestial Master, Lord Su."

"Uncle Song, Brother Song has something to tell you," Renbao said softly, patting the small bamboo basket at his waist. "His spirit is here."

Minister Song trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Little Celestial Master, please come inside."

"Little Celestial Master, is it really possible to see my son again?!" Upon receiving the news, Madam Song and Old Madam Song helped each other into the inner room.

Their eyes were red and swollen, and their grief was mixed with a faint glimmer of hope.

Renbao nodded slightly.

Her chubby little hand made a gesture in the air, opening their eyes to the world.

Song Zhizhang's spirit stood at the door. He dared not approach his family, for he was now dead and the yin energy would weaken them.

Upon suddenly seeing his son's spirit, Minister Song's throat tightened, and the usually composed man burst into tears at that moment.

"Father, Mother, Grandmother, your child is unfilial. He was disobedient while he was alive and will not be able to fulfill his filial duties at your side in the future."

You must take good care of yourselves and not fall ill from grief. Do not worry about me; if there is an afterlife, I will repay your kindness.

Song Zhizhang knelt down, kowtowed three times to the three elders, and then stood up.

"Lord Yama, thank you. Please send me to the underworld."

Renbao nodded, made a hand seal to open the gates of the underworld, and the next moment his soul disappeared from the spot.

From that moment on, they were completely separated by life and death.

"Zhang'er!" Madam Song rushed over and embraced the spot where his soul was, sobbing uncontrollably, "My son."

"Thank you, Little Celestial Master, for letting us see him one last time." Minister Song suppressed his heartache, walked up to Renbao, and bowed solemnly. "If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Renbao, nestled in Su Xuance's arms, gently patted his shoulder with her chubby little hand: "Uncle Song, Brother Song was murdered. He didn't do anything bad in his life, so he'll be reincarnated soon."

Don't be too sad. If you worry about him too much, he'll become obsessed and won't want to be reincarnated.

When Minister Song heard this idea for the first time, he nodded seriously and said, "Good."

"Uncle Song's family is blessed. Although they lost their eldest son, they still have filial children to take care of them in their old age. People should look forward," Renbao said, looking at his face.

Minister Song had two sons and two daughters. His second son, Song Mo, was unruly by nature and spent his time either fighting crickets or riding horses.

Song Zhizhang was a good student from a young age and had a gentle and refined nature. No one could have predicted that he would fall for a woman.

"Father, I heard that the person who killed my brother was Zeng Zheng from Bailu Academy and Xie Qingwan, my second aunt's niece?"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a fifteen-year-old boy, carrying a sword and with bloodshot eyes, came to ask for confirmation.

Renbao's big eyes lit up when he saw Song Mo.

She saw the fierce aura of a general emanating from the young man; he was a Martial Star descended to earth, a walking donation box!

However, his forehead was shrouded in black mist, and Renbao calculated with his fingers that he would face a fatal calamity today.

"Brother, hug me!" Renbao reached out to Song Mo.

Song Mo looked at her, his lips pressed tightly together: "Little baby, I have to go kill people, I don't have time to hold you. After I kill them, Lord Su, just arrest me and do whatever you want with me."

"stop!"

Renbao and Minister Song spoke at the same time.