Chapter 75

"Your Uncle Hai is no stranger to you. I was your father's good friend, and it's better to be clear about some things. Just now, my junior brother, Xiaotian, changed your son's fate, keeping a thread of his soul hanging. I think this can only last for a while. My junior brother is no ordinary person, and the Netherworld will quickly restart the case. Changing one's fate and then being taken by the ghost officials is a serious crime. I have two options now. First, Ah He is already a vegetable. Even if you call his soul, it might not all come back, and the chances of him waking up are slim. In the end, he might remain a vegetable for life. It would be better to let the ghost officials take his soul and let him reincarnate. What do you think of this plan?" Master Hai said with some difficulty.

"No!" Zhao Qian's tears streamed down as soon as she heard this. Zhao He had always protected her since childhood, and now it was her turn to protect her brother. She clung to my hand, her eyes filled with pleading.

"What! No! No! Absolutely not! Uncle Hai, why didn't you change Ah He's fate? If you did, the Netherworld wouldn't come to take his soul... sniff... I'm so wronged!" Ren Yun glared at me and started to wail.

It seemed like I was willing to change Zhao He's fate. If you don't appreciate it, at least don't give me that look.

"Shut up! What do you know, woman! Listen to Uncle's other plans!"

Ren Yun was one of the four major leaders in the county and was used to pointing fingers at Zhao Xi. She often distorted facts, and Zhao Xi had endured it for a long time. Now, with Zhao He indirectly harmed, it was the result of her capriciousness.

Zhao Xi no longer intended to listen to his wife. He was now the head of the Zhao family. Old Lady Zhao had signed a will, transferring all the assets to his name. As the leader of the Zhao family, he had to assert his authority.

"Ai Yun, listen to Uncle. I have no power over the Netherworld. If it weren't for my junior brother just now, Ah He would have been taken to the Netherworld long ago. We wouldn't even be discussing his life and death now." Master Hai shook his head, not very friendly towards Ren Yun.

"Ah?" Ren Yun looked at me as if I were an incredible monster, her mouth wide open. This guy, who looked like he couldn't even support himself, actually had such abilities?

I ignored her completely and said, "Master, please explain the other options. I think the Zhao family won't agree to this plan."

"Yes, human relationships, sigh, then we can only use the second option. Actually, this option is the same as the first one, which is to nourish his soul. Once it's nourished enough, the other scattered souls will likely gather. However, the Netherworld must also agree to let him go. I asked just now, and the Netherworld official is unwilling to release him. Now the ghost officials have reported to the City God. Although we changed his fate, it won't last long, and they won't issue a summons, but they will definitely send someone to take his soul. We can't just wait for them, so it's better to take Zhao He's soul out and nourish it ourselves. If we encounter ghost officials, we can deal with them on the spot. As for the body, we can use high technology to maintain his life for now." Master Hai explained slowly.

"Ghost officials will keep sending people to take the soul... Isn't that dangerous, Uncle?" Zhao Xi pinched his brow and asked.

"Of course it's dangerous. We can't just kill the ghost officials. We need to find a suitable soul guardian, or it will be difficult." Master Hai said.

"Master, is there no other way? For example, with so many people dying in the hospital, can we find someone to fool the ghost officials?" I suggested a bad idea.

"Ha, the Netherworld isn't as easy to fool as it used to be." Master Hai shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Alright, then I'll take Zhao He's soul. If the ghost officials come to take the soul, they can come to me. I'm not afraid of a few more fleas." Anyway, the City God and I have a grudge, and they will come for me sooner or later.

"You are the most suitable one, but you must be very careful. You need to guard the soul for seven days. Otherwise, the Netherworld won't give up easily. It's best to persuade the ghost officials to leave, saying that Zhao He died unjustly and has become a vengeful ghost." Master Hai said.

"Understood, but if they come with force, I'll be happy to kill them." I nodded, as I have already offended the Netherworld, and I've killed over a hundred ghost officials.

Zhao Xi was sweating cold, and Ren Yun was shivering. She had never seen ghosts or ghost officials, but hearing us talk about it made her heart race.

However, when I spoke casually, she thought I was boasting.

"Brother Tian, you must help my brother." Zhao Qian said.

"Sure, once the seven days are over, we'll return the soul to his body. Then we can slowly nourish it, and your brother will have a chance to wake up." I comforted her.

"Will the ghost officials come to take the soul again in the future?" Zhao Qian asked, thinking of something.

"Probably not, but because we changed his fate, his yang energy will be much weaker. I'll discuss it with the Netherworld to see if we can resolve it. It depends on your brother's luck, as he is already dead, and changing his fate has significant consequences." Master Hai sighed.

"Already dead..." Ren Yun's mouth twisted, still stuck in the moment when her son entered the operating room.

"Or what? The ghost officials have already come to take the soul. Can they take a living person? Either send him to reincarnation or change his fate." I said with a cold laugh.

Zhao Qian's tears streamed down, and she couldn't say a word.

Ren Yun fainted and was taken to the ward by the doctor to rest.

Zhao Xi, being a feng shui master, understood many things but was depressed. If he knew his son would not be as lively as before even if he survived, why would he hit his wife?

So much resentment.

After Ren Yun fainted, my phone rang. It was Zhang Xiaofei, asking me to meet on the third floor. I agreed, but Zhao He's matter was more important. Seeing the light in the operating room just turned off, I waited a bit longer. Soon, the doctors came out, saying he was in a deep coma and couldn't be saved. They asked if we wanted to remove the breathing tube.

Zhao Xi, of course, refused. The Zhao family was not short of money, so they sent him to the VIP ICU to keep him alive.

Master Hai performed a ritual at the bedside and took out Zhao He's soul, locking it in a paper figure and placing it in a talisman tube for me to carry.

I put Zhao He's soul in my pocket and waited for the Netherworld officials to come.

"By the way, Master, what's the situation with Old Zhao's soul?" I asked casually, as Old Zhao had become a vengeful ghost, and Master had been resolving his malevolence. I was just showing concern to avoid worrying Zhao Qian.

"Oh, when you disappeared and didn't answer the phone, he was already sent to the Netherworld." Master Hai replied.

"Master's skills are impressive. I need to go to the third floor to deal with Zhang Xiaofei's matter." I said.

Zhao Qian wanted to go with me, but I immediately stopped her. Master Hai also had no intention of going, as it was my personal matter, and he couldn't interfere.

On the third floor, Zhang Xiaofei was already holding a soul jar, covered with talismans. I didn't know if it contained Jiang Han's woman and was ready to take it.

But his uncle was unwilling: "My nephew is still in the emergency room of the obstetrics department. If you don't save him, don't open the jar, okay?"

Obstetrics? This Zhang family is quite talented. How did they end up in the obstetrics department? I looked up and indeed saw it was the obstetrics department, finding it quite amusing.

"Who are you?" I noticed he looked like Zhang Xiaofei but wasn't as straightforward.

"I am his third uncle, Zhang Yuzhong. Third Uncle, Brother Tian is trustworthy. Give it to him." Zhang Xiaofei prepared to hand me the jar, seeing Jiang Han standing in the hallway, glaring at him.

Zhang Xiaofei's magical skills were not low, even better than Zhao Qian's, but he was no match for a ghost general of this level. Even his grandmother, Zhang Yufang, couldn't defeat him.

"If I say I'll treat him, I will. If you don't give it to me, I can use force, and you won't be able to protect him." I frowned and took the jar from Zhang Xiaofei's third uncle.

"Do you need so many talismans?" I frowned, not recognizing the talismans, and was about to peel them off when my wife tugged at my sleeve.

I frowned and didn't dare to peel them off, quickly handing the jar back to Zhang Xiaofei: "You peel it off and check. Don't worry, if it's the female ghost, her husband is here, and I'll protect you. Or let your third uncle do it."

Seeing Zhang Yuzhong's evasive eyes, my face quickly turned cold. Zhang Xiaofei, seeing my expression, wasn't really stupid: "Third Uncle, I don't know how to peel the talismans. Can you do it?"

Zhang Yuzhong's face turned pale.

"Xijun, Song Wanyi, come out." I said calmly, stepping back two steps.

Two vengeful ghosts stood in front of me. If Zhang Yuzhong opened the jar and something went wrong, I wouldn't be responsible.

"Can it be that I took the wrong urn?" Zhang Yuzhong hesitated.

At that moment, the surrounding yin energy suddenly became heavy.

After Zhao He's surgery and various rituals, it was already night. There weren't many people in the gynecology department, and the hallway was quiet.

"Hehe, which ghost general from the Netherworld is coming to take the soul? Show yourself. My little ghosts are eager." I looked around but saw nothing, then looked at the ground. Could it be that there was nothing? But the yin energy was too heavy.

But for a long time, the yin energy only grew heavier, and no ghost general from the Netherworld appeared. Just as I was wondering what was happening, I saw Zhang Yuzhong looking at the ceiling, his sweat dripping down, and his pupils shrinking rapidly.

Zhang Xiaofei followed his uncle's gaze and turned green in an instant. He had never seen such a terrifying scene!

I looked up and almost fell on my butt.

More than ten half-dead vengeful ghosts, each with blood streaming from their seven orifices, some missing half their heads, some without eyes, were carrying a red coffin, slowly descending from the ceiling. Blood dripped all over the floor.