Ye Yang took a step forward, and the woman in red gently moved back a short distance, seemingly leading Ye Yang into the house.

Ye Yang gestured to Wang Tu Fu and Xia Mengying, meaning: let them be careful, and he followed the woman into the main hall.

The Kong family's living room was left with only gray walls. The tables and chairs in the room were still there, but they looked like they had been placed there after the fact.

Strangely, only five chairs were placed on the right-hand side of the main seat in the living room. On the left-hand side, there were three rows, a total of thirty seats.

The woman in red sat in the main seat of the living room and waved gently, "Please sit!"

After Ye Yang sat down calmly in the guest seat, the woman said, "Every person who enters the Kong family, I will invite them to sit in the living room and tell them a story.

"At the same time, I will ask them a question: if you were the protagonist in the story, what method would you use to survive?"

"If your answer satisfies me, all the wealth of the Kong family will be yours."

"If your answer doesn't satisfy me, this will be your burial place."

Ye Yang didn't like to talk, so Wang Tu Fu took over the conversation, "I want to know, twenty years ago and ten years ago, when people entered the Kong family mansion, each time only one person walked out. Did their answers satisfy you?"

The woman in red shook her head, "It only satisfied some people! So, I let them go and killed the others in front of them. They were scared out of their minds, which only shows that they were too timid."

Wang Tu Fu said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Some people? So, you have a jury?"

The woman in red waved her hand gently, and thirty ghosts appeared in the living room, wearing long robes and mandarin jackets, with melon-skin hats and braids.

Judging from their faces, the youngest of these ghosts was over fifty years old.

The woman in red said, "They are all members of the Kong family from that disaster, and they are also the most learned people in the Kong family. They are also one of the judges of the answers."

While the woman in red was speaking, thirty Kong family ghosts nodded in unison.

Wang Tu Fu smiled, "They are members of the Kong family, but who are you?"

The woman in red sighed, "A person who brought disaster to the Kong family! Are you ready? If you are ready, I will start telling my story."

Wang Tu Fu objected, "Wait for us to discuss it."

Although Wang Tu Fu felt that there was something strange about this matter, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

At that time, Wang Tu Fu had not yet obtained Pei Hao Hong's confession, so she naturally wouldn't know that it was the ghosts and gods in the Soul Gathering Coffin who had truly slaughtered the Kong family.

Otherwise, she would have been able to judge immediately that this woman in red's story was just a conspiracy against Xia Mengying.

Her story was bound to make Xia Mengying suspicious of the Confucian School!

The brilliance of the person who set the trap was to make that woman appear in the form of a wronged soul.

Everything she was doing now happened to fit the characteristics of a wronged soul.

From the perspective of a sorcerer, Ye Yang and the others would definitely be curious about the cause of death of the wronged soul and the secrets hidden in the Kong family mansion.

As long as they were not forced to take action, they were likely to listen.

Once that carefully crafted story was told, Xia Mengying would be in danger.

Just as Wang Tu Fu was about to speak to Ye Yang, the woman in red's voice sank, "You have no right to object, only..."

Before the woman in red could finish her words, a sword light came from afar, piercing the woman's throat.

In the next moment, a fierce sword energy, with the sword mark on the woman's throat as the point, suddenly burst out in two directions, up and down, splitting the woman, along with the chair behind her, in half.

Ye Yang supported the sword hilt with one hand, the tip of the sword resting on the ground. When he looked at the woman again, the body that had been split in half stood up from the ground and slowly merged together.

Ye Yang watched as the sword mark on the woman's brow slowly closed, and even the last trace of red thread disappeared in the Yin wind.

The long sword in Ye Yang's hand also rose again, "I guess you can't withstand ten strikes from me!"

Not only was the woman in red not afraid, but her eyes flashed with light, "Are you a sorcerer? Please help me..."

Before Ye Yang could let the other party finish speaking, the second sword struck fiercely, and the silver-white sword energy ran through the living room, splitting the woman in half again.

The ghost that he had cut open struggled to stand up with one hand on the ground and merged his body together again.

This time, her figure was a little dimmer, and she had changed from a standing position to kneeling on the ground.

The woman pleaded, "Sir, please listen to me, okay? Let me finish my words!"

Ye Yang's third sword struck violently, and the sword energy was a bit more fierce than before. The woman's body, which had been split in half again, was blown several meters away by the sword energy.

Soon after, the two halves of her body began to crawl towards one direction.

The sword in Ye Yang's hand was ready to be unleashed again.

Xia Mengying couldn't bear to watch any longer and was about to persuade Ye Yang to stop, but Wang Tu Fu stopped her with a look.