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Manager Qian and I risked our lives to use the knock-off version of "Ghost Repellent Garlic Juice" to just drive away the evil spirits.

He heard light footsteps on the stairs and looked up. It was Monica. She was carrying a dog and had come out to check on the situation.

She held the phone in one hand, the tears on her face still fresh. She looked like a woman who had just seen Qiong Yao cry, a huge contrast to the image of a white-collar beauty in the company.

In her arms was the hair that had saved her master's life. It was thanks to this dog with the bloodline of a hound that she had been able to scare the thing from entering the cave.

If not, when my Manager Qian arrived, I would only have a cold corpse.

Monica was barefooted and was wearing small slippers. Her feet were red and slender and somewhat translucent. Her ankles were also very stylish. Her toenails were actually naughtily dyed in the color of fruit candy. It seems that serious people in the company often go home and win the heart of a child. Suddenly, an untimely question popped in my head: "If Manager Qian gets along well with her in the future, would Manager Qian cut her toenails?" I didn't dare to ask.

"I just called the police to say there was a ghost, and the operator said that they would hold me accountable for disturbing the call again. I heard that you were fighting outside, so I didn't dare to come out. Sorry, but are you hurt? Come in quickly." She looked at me and Manager Qian and said somewhat guiltily.

Manager Qian and I entered Monica's home. There were many suitcases, few furniture, and many computers. It was the standard housing situation for white collar workers. Monica is no exception, but the woman's room always has a faint fragrance, the color is also relatively bright, giving people a very warm feeling.

The atmosphere was a little silent. The three of us, who had survived the calamity, sat on the sofa without making a sound. Manager Qian and I stared at the green tea that was steaming hot on the table in front of us. The only one of the four mammals in the room who moved occasionally was the puppy, who stared at me and the Manager Qian with wide, curious eyes. Dogs are very sensitive animals, intelligent as a fur dog can judge from the attitude of the owner that we are not enemies.

Manager Qian was the first to break the silence, "Monkey, how about … Explain to us about that thing just now? " he asked in a probing tone.

My mind was in a mess, but now I needed to prove a problem before I could make my next judgement. So I said to Monica, "Find a picture of Liu Chen and let me take a look."

"Crazy Monkey, you must have had a lack of oxygen in your brain, right? What do you need a picture of your cousin for? " The Manager Qian quietly expressed his puzzlement of my actions.

Monica was much stronger than Manager Qian in this aspect. She had many advantages that a woman should have, such as: beautiful, gentle, and strong working ability. At the same time, she had one advantage that many other women lacked, which was that she spoke very little nonsense. When Manager Qian asked me this question, she had already brought the photo over. I pointed to the Manager Qian and indicated that Monica should show him the photo first.

"Oh my god, this... Was it the thing that attacked me in the corridor just now? " Manager Qian's screams also confirmed my judgement. Then another question popped up in my mind. Where did Monica's uncles manage to provoke such a vicious person? "To exterminate their species..." Clan Extermination Art? What is it? It sounds so scary, "Facing Manager Qian and Monica who spoke the same question at the same time, I started to try my best to recall the contents of the Ghost Scripture to explain to them.

That was in the early years of the Ming Dynasty. After Zhu Yuanzhang founded his country, he killed his meritorious officials, and he did not even let the relatives of his family off. Therefore, in the later stages of the game, many warriors would find all sorts of excuses to return home. There were also some who would change their surnames and hide in other places, hoping to preserve a little of their bloodline to protect themselves.

Originally, Zhu Yuanzhang had no idea what to do in this situation, but he had a person who studied Yin Yang magic under his command who said he had a way to solve this problem. The Warlocks of that era, like the scientists of today, I thought, belonged to the research genre. And this Warlock who bought Zhu Yuanzhang's life might be like a lot of 'experts' in our time, serving whoever had money.

This Warlock who served the royal family also had some cultivation experience. He borrowed many other sinister techniques and captured a few people to conduct experiments. The final invention that was invented was the "Family Extermination Art".

There were two crucial steps to exterminating the evil race. The first was to find a male member of the tribe and feed him bat oil so that he wouldn't be able to recognize his loved ones. The second was to use a book that recorded the name "Searing Soul Furnace". He killed this unlucky male and sealed his soul inside the furnace with the cruelest method. Use this man's own blood mixed with human oil, cinnabar, sulfur and other things, burn for forty-nine days. This cinnabar was used to restrain ghosts. Sulfur was said to be used to burn and punish evil spirits in the Infernal Realm. These two things were especially powerful against ghosts.

This man's soul was in the Searing Soul Furnace, begging for death, wailing all day long. His pain was something that an extraordinary person could not imagine. Thus, the more he felt resentful, the more powerful he would become.

Furthermore, this ghost will remember the smell of the blood in the furnace. Once it is released, it will chase after and kill people with the same bloodline, all the way until it dies.

I said the last sentence in a more emphatic tone, and then the room fell silent again...