"My death was unjust, and I want revenge! I want Master Li's whole family to die!"
Looking at the living people blocking him in front of him, the unjust ghost roared angrily.
Zhang Shen silently grasped the black dog whip in his hand.
"Hey, when is it time to retaliate? Revenge doesn't necessarily involve killing people."
The unjust ghost was stunned for a moment, and saw the person continuing to speak.
"Master Li's family is about to give birth to an only son. Wouldn't you be happy if I sent you to his family to become a prodigal son and destroy all the family's wealth for generations?"
"Is this... Okay?" The man who died unjustly hesitated.
"Also, Mr. Li is old and has nine wives and concubines at home. I'm afraid he will have to guard the empty house alone."
The unjust ghost swallowed, put back the long tongue sticking out of his mouth, and did not forget to straighten his tattered clothes.
"My adoptive father is here, I am willing to rely on my adoptive father's arrangements!"
The unjust ghost fell to the ground.
In the 20th year of the Daqing Dynasty, in this world full of folk customs and monsters, there has been an addition of a kind person who completes ghost commissions, and an executioner who cares little about human life.
