I said coldly, "The task of reversing what's done should have been Yun Ya's responsibility. But since she's gone, someone has to take her place."

"You're not Yun Ya's biological father, so I don't need you to do it." I pointed at Meng Qingqiu. "I want her to do it!"

Before Xiang Yue could speak again, I said sternly, "Lao Liu, see them out!"

Lao Liu's expression also darkened. "Please leave, both of you!"

Xiang Yue sighed and pulled Meng Qingqiu away from my house.

When Lao Liu returned, he said, "Li Po, I'm afraid there's something strange about this."

I nodded. "Those two are interesting. With Xiang Yue's connections, he wouldn't have trouble finding a warlock. Why did he have to come to me?"

About thirty percent of people in the martial world make a living as warlocks. That percentage may not seem high, but it translates to a significant number, with plenty of experts among them.

Furthermore, someone at Xiang Yue's level, even if he couldn't find a warlock, could find a cultivator from a sect.

The fact that he'd rather humiliate himself than come to me is something worth considering, isn't it?

Ye Yang also said, "Meng Qingqiu doesn't want a warlock involved. At least, she doesn't want us involved."

Every time Meng Qingqiu spoke, she deliberately stirred up my anger, and I also noticed that there was no anger in her eyes, which only proves that she was deliberately provoking me.

More importantly, when Xiang Yue pulled her away, she only resisted symbolically before following him.

If Meng Qingqiu really hated me to the bone, would she have left so easily? I'm afraid Xiang Yue would have had to use a lot of effort to drag her away.

As I was talking to Ye Yang, Lao Liu suddenly said, "How can the teacup reflect a person?"

Ye Yang and I were both stunned and turned to look at Lao Liu, who was holding the teacup. "Hold the teacup still and see whose reflection is in it."

Because of the angle of the light, teacups rarely reflect the face of the person holding them, especially in a dimly lit room. If a teacup does reflect a person, the reflection in the water is probably not the person holding the cup.

Lao Liu held up the teacup and said, "What is this in the cup? What looks like someone's backyard? No, why is it like looking from a distance?"

I took a few steps to Lao Liu and looked into the teacup. The scene in the cup seemed to be looking down at the backyard of a farmer's house from a high place, and the edges of the scene were bordered with a few pieces of white cloth.

"The back mountain of the Yun family!" What Ye Yang and I thought of at the same time was the back mountain of the Yun family. When Xiang Yunshang was chatting with Yun Lan, he mentioned asking Xiang Yunshang to go to the hillside behind his house and look at his house from behind two forked trees tied with white cloth.

As Ye Yang and I looked into the cup, the scene in the cup changed again. This time, I could clearly see the scene inside the house.

The first thing I saw was a chair facing away from the window. The hands hanging down from the sides of the chair had turned blue, and all ten fingers were slightly curved and deformed.

"This person is dead. He must have died on the night he chatted with Yun Ya." Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "His house didn't have curtains, and the ghost came in from behind."

Curtains, which seem inconspicuous, actually serve a greater purpose than blocking sunlight and preventing people from peeping. Their main purpose is to separate yin and yang.

You shouldn't open the curtains easily at night, in order to prevent outsiders from seeing the location of living people. You shouldn't face away from the window without blocking the curtains, otherwise, when *he* quietly stands behind you, it will be too late to react.

As Ye Yang spoke, the chair in the room slowly turned around, and a pale face looked at Ye Yang and me through the teacup.

The moment the other party faced us, *he* suddenly opened *his* eyes and shouted sharply, "Save me!"

As soon as the other party's voice came out, the teacup shattered in Lao Liu's hand, and as the tea splashed everywhere, the water stains turned blood red, and wisps of yin energy overflowed from the water.

I couldn't help but let my face darken, "I didn't look for you, but you came looking for me! Ye Yang, protect me!"

Lao Liu said, "Li Po, what are you going to do?"

"Since *he* dares to scare me, I dare to chase *his* soul!" As I spoke, I took the Nine-Ring Soul-Reaping Blade from the wall, held the blade high above my head with both hands, and as my arms shook, the nine rings on the blade moved in unison. The sound of metal colliding was like the roar of ghosts and gods, shaking people's hearts.

The cold light of the blade flowed grimly from the cloud-like grip to the tip of the blade, as if the power of the blade could split yin and yang, and suddenly burst out from me.

When the Nine-Ring Soul-Reaping Blade was still a meter above the ground, the water stains on the ground were forced to spread to both sides by the pressure of the blade.

When Lao Liu saw that I was about to strike, he hesitated and said, "Li Po, if you directly seek the qi and slay the ghost like this, if you slay the wrong one, wouldn't you be cutting off your own clues?"

"I never intended to take on this task again. Since *he* dares to provoke me, I want *his* life!" As I spoke coldly, I slashed the water stains on the ground with the blade, and heavy yin energy scattered from both sides of my blade. The blood water on the ground also turned into the color of tea after my slash.

"You..." Lao Liu didn't have time to stop me, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

But I winked at Lao Liu, and the latter finally realized something. He pointed at me from afar and said, "You! I really don't know if you have the heart of a ghost or if you just don't use your brain when you do things."