The woman, with her eyes closed, convulsed for about two minutes. Suddenly, she opened her eyes again. At this moment, her eyes remained pure white and were bloodshot.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Chen Yuanshan, seeing that the old lady's soul attached to the woman hadn't left her body, inquired.

"I can't come out of my daughter-in-law's body."

The woman pointed to her own body and replied to Chen Yuanshan.

"I can help you. I'll separate your soul from your daughter-in-law, but I need your cooperation. Currently, there are three Yang Fires on your daughter-in-law's body. Two have already been extinguished, leaving only one on the top of her head. Moreover, this Yang Fire is flickering and may be extinguished at any moment. Once the Yang Fire on her head goes out, there will be no hope for her."

Chen Yuanshan observed Li Lanying and explained.

"I'm willing to cooperate. Just don't let my daughter-in-law die."

The woman nodded vigorously, expressing her willingness to cooperate.

"I didn't bring the Soul Collecting Bag. It's really frustrating."

Chen Yuanshan frowned and muttered to himself before standing up and quickly walking outside.

Seeing Chen Yuanshan leave, I didn't dare to stay alone in the house. I followed closely behind him and walked out.

"Chen Daochang, how is my wife?"

Fang Yusheng, seeing Chen Yuanshan and me coming out together, stepped forward anxiously and asked.

"The ghost attached to your wife is your mother. She told me that when she was alive, your wife treated her disrespectfully, abusing and neglecting her, not providing food or drink, and not taking care of her when she was sick. Is that true?"

Chen Yuanshan asked Fang Yusheng.

"Yes, that's true."

Fang Yusheng lowered his head and replied quietly to Chen Yuanshan.

"Your mother told me that your father died early, and she raised you by collecting scraps. Yet, when your mother suffered at the hands of your wife, you turned a blind eye. Are you still considered a man?"

Chen Yuanshan reproached Fang Yusheng.

Listening to Chen Yuanshan's reproach, Fang Yusheng kept silent, his head down, tears streaming down his face in remorse.

"Do you have a wine jar at home? Bring one for me."

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"What kind of wine jar?"

Wiping away the tears from the corner of his eye, Fang Yusheng asked Chen Yuanshan.

"Just the kind with a small mouth and a big belly."

"Yes, we have one in the house."

Fang Yusheng nodded and said to Chen Yuanshan, then hurriedly ran into the eastern house of their home.

After a short while, Fang Yusheng took out an antique-style white porcelain wine bottle with a small mouth and a big belly from the house and handed it to Chen Yuanshan. The white porcelain bottle was adorned with plum blossoms and looked quite beautiful.

"Is this one okay?"

Chen Yuanshan took the white porcelain bottle from Fang Yusheng and walked back into the house.

Holding the antique white porcelain bottle, Chen Yuanshan walked into the house. He bit his middle finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and drew a circular Bagua diagram at the bottom of the wine bottle.

"I forgot to bring the Soul Collecting Bag. What a headache."

Chen Yuanshan furrowed his brows, muttered a sentence, and then stood up quickly, heading towards the house's exit.

Seeing Chen Yuanshan walking out, I didn't dare to stay alone in the house. I followed closely behind him and walked out.

"Chen Daochang, how is my wife?"

Fang Yusheng, seeing Chen Yuanshan and me coming out together, stepped forward anxiously and asked.

"The ghost attached to your wife is your mother. She told me that when she was alive, your wife treated her disrespectfully, abusing and neglecting her, not providing food or drink, and not taking care of her when she was sick. Is that true?"

Chen Yuanshan asked Fang Yusheng.

"Yes, that's true."

Fang Yusheng lowered his head and replied quietly to Chen Yuanshan.

"Your mother told me that your father died early, and she raised you by collecting scraps. Yet, when your mother suffered at the hands of your wife, you turned a blind eye. Are you still considered a man?"

Chen Yuanshan reproached Fang Yusheng.

Listening to Chen Yuanshan's reproach, Fang Yusheng kept silent, his head down, tears streaming down his face in remorse.

"Do you have a wine jar at home? Bring one for me."

"What kind of wine jar?"

Wiping away the tears from the corner of his eye, Fang Yusheng asked Chen Yuanshan.

"Just the kind with a small mouth and a big belly."

"Yes, we have one in the house."

Fang Yusheng nodded and said to Chen Yuanshan, then hurriedly ran into the eastern house of their home.

After a short while, Fang Yusheng took out an antique-style white porcelain wine bottle with a small mouth and a big belly from the house and handed it to Chen Yuanshan. The white porcelain bottle was adorned with plum blossoms and looked quite beautiful.

"Is this one okay?"

Chen Yuanshan took the white porcelain bottle from Fang Yusheng and walked back into the house.

Holding the antique white porcelain bottle, Chen Yuanshan walked into the house. He bit his middle finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and drew a circular Bagua diagram at the bottom of the wine bottle.

"I forgot to bring the Soul Collecting Bag. What a headache."

Chen Yuanshan furrowed his brows, muttered a sentence, and then stood up quickly, heading towards the house's exit.

Seeing Chen Yuanshan walking out, I didn't dare to stay alone in the house. I followed closely behind him and walked out.

"Chen Daochang, how is my wife?"

Fang Yusheng, seeing Chen Yuanshan and me coming out together, stepped forward anxiously and asked.

"The ghost attached to your wife is your mother. She told me that when she was alive, your wife treated her disrespectfully, abusing and neglecting her, not providing food or drink, and not taking care of her when she was sick. Is that true?"

Chen Yuanshan asked Fang Yusheng.

"Yes, that's true."

Fang Yusheng lowered his head and replied quietly to Chen Yuanshan.

"Your mother told me that your father died early, and she raised you by collecting scraps. Yet, when your mother suffered at the hands of your wife, you turned a blind eye. Are you still considered a man?"

Chen Yuanshan reproached Fang Yusheng.

Listening to Chen Yuanshan's reproach, Fang Yusheng kept silent, his head down, tears streaming down his face in remorse.

"Do you have a wine jar at home? Bring one for me."

"What kind of wine jar?"

Wiping away the tears from the corner of his eye, Fang Yusheng asked Chen Yuanshan.

"Just