Wen Mao started struggling as soon as he heard this.
"No, I don’t want to go! Why should I go? It’s obviously Qin Yingjun who wronged . He hard . If it weren’t for him, how would I have died? It’s all his fault! Why are you taking ? Shouldn’t you take him instead?"
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Jiangli frowned impatiently, too lazy to bother with Wen Mao. He didn’t say a word.
He just gestured to Xia Xin to hurry and take him away.
Though Xia Xin was sowhat worried whether he could summon soone from Fengdu, seeing Wen Mao causing a commotion, he was concerned it might upset Jiangli. So he approached, intending to take Wen Mao away.
Seeing Xia Xin coming over, Wen Mao scread uncontrollably.
His words still conveyed the sa aning—he felt it was unfair. The one who should be dead was Qin Yingjun!
"What’s so unfair?" Fu’er couldn’t listen anymore, frowning as he spoke, "Young man, you can’t be so malicious and only think about yourself! Though they are your relatives, they had no obligation to take care of your family matters. Even if the Qin Family took your house and gave you money, that’s still their duty! But you think Qin Yingjun occupied your house. Didn’t you take their money? Why don’t you ntion that? For such a thing, you hard him. Qin Yingjun didn’t die because he was lucky! They didn’t pursue you and just asked you to leave. You caused trouble back at ho, and now look at the ss you’ve made. Who can you bla?"
Wen Mao was at a loss for words.
Fu’er snorted coldly, "I think people like you deserve to die. You bring disaster to others even with your own death! If I were your neighbor, I would hate you to death!"
Wen Mao’s eyes turned red, feeling aggrieved and angry, unable to accept Fu’er’s words.
Seeing he still wanted to argue, Jiangli flicked his fingers, sending a glimr of Spiritual Light onto Wen Mao.
Wen Mao’s mouth imdiately clamped shut, like a mussel, unable to open or make a sound.
He wriggled like a maggot, constantly looking at Jiangli and Fu’er, seeming to ask what was happening to him.
Jiangli didn’t bother with him, turning to Fu’er to say, "You’re getting old and talk too much. Why say so much to him?"
Fu’er quickly realized Jiangli had cast a silence curse on Wen Mao, "The ancestor is right, why listen to his nonsense."
With that, Fu’er signaled to Xia Xin.
Xia Xin obediently stepped forward, "Then, Ancestor, should I take him out first?"
Jiangli nodded.
Only then did Xia Xin take Wen Mao out.
Wen Mao couldn’t move or speak now, completely at their rcy.
Xia Xin took Wen Mao out effortlessly.
Jiangli listened to the commotion outside, knowing Xia Xin was preparing to summon a god.
Jiangli didn’t bother to intervene.
But Fu’er, feeling a little uneasy, went out to check.
Although Xia Xin’s movents were clumsy, he managed to proceed step by step, reasonably well.
Standing aside, Fu’er watched, and soon saw a figure appear on the paper money road Xia Xin had laid out.
It was a white-faced ghost in an ancient official uniform, a lowly errant spirit from Fengdu.
For Xia Xin’s abilities, successfully summoning an errant spirit was a notable improvent.
Fu’er secretly nodded with satisfaction.
Xia Xin handed over the paper money, bribing the errant spirit and explaining Wen Mao’s situation, asking him to take Wen Mao away.
The errant spirit cheerfully accepted the paper money, looked around the Jiaoyang Temple with so thought, and beca noticeably more respectful.
Before taking Wen Mao away, he even bowed towards the main hall, showing great respect for the Grandmaster.
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