Quick! Everyone, hurry and find some menstrual blood! Once Second Brother Xie undergoes corpse transformation, none of us will be able to control him!" Even though it was the middle of winter, I was sweating profusely with anxiety.

At this critical moment, Second Brother Xie's wife suddenly raised her hand and said, "I... I have..."

"Auntie, hurry!" I urged.

Second Brother Xie's wife hurriedly ran into the bathroom. When she came out, she held a blood-stained sanitary pad in her hand. With her head lowered, looking quite embarrassed, she handed me the used sanitary pad.

I was overjoyed. The lifesaving menstrual blood had finally arrived!

I turned around and approached Second Brother Xie. He was still spinning in circles, and his eerie laughter was like a knife, grinding in my mind, "Hehehe! Hehehe!"

I raised the sanitary pad in my hand. It was bright red, soaked with menstrual blood, and had a strong bloody smell.

"Help me hold onto his foot!" I said loudly.

"I'll do it!" My father volunteered, rolled up his sleeves, and firmly grabbed Second Brother Xie's ankle, preventing him from continuing to rotate.

Now was the time!

I seized the opportunity, took a quick step onto the table, and then leaped high into the air. With force, I slammed the sanitary pad on Second Brother Xie's forehead middle.

The world is truly mysterious. Some things cannot be explained scientifically. This small sanitary pad surprisingly had the miraculous effect of warding off evil. The moment the sanitary pad struck Second Brother Xie's forehead, his eerie laughter abruptly stopped, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth froze. His two lifeless gray eyes stared motionlessly at us.

My father let go, and Second Brother Xie ceased rotating. His body became extremely stiff.

I let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat off my face. Finally, it was done.

The onlookers stared in astonishment, finding it all unbelievable.

Old Master Yu walked over to me and asked, "Yang Cheng, is it resolved now?"

I nodded. "I can only say that we have temporarily restrained the corpse transformation. To truly resolve the problem, we still need to bring back Ku Daxian. My cultivation level is not enough to completely eliminate him. When the effect of the menstrual blood wears off, Second Brother Xie will continue his transformation. At that time, I won't be able to control him."

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My father said, "I'll go invite Ku Daxian. You guys take care of things here!"

We walked to the side to rest and waited for Dad to bring Ku Quanzi back.

At that moment, Xie Qiang took Xie Lao Er's stiff corpse down from the ceiling beam and carried it on his back, heading towards the exit.

I was shocked and quickly stopped him, asking what he was doing.

Xie Qiang said, "Get out of my way! I won't let my dad be tormented by you anymore. I want to bury him properly!"

I could understand Xie Qiang's mood. In rural areas, they often say "the deceased is of utmost importance." He didn't want his father to suffer "torment" after death, which was normal.

However, Xie Lao Er had already started undergoing corpse transformation. Many things were beyond Xie Qiang's control. If Xie Qiang forcibly took away Xie Lao Er's corpse at this moment, it would only make things more complicated.

I restrained my anger and said, "It's not about torment now. Your dad has already undergone corpse transformation. It's impossible for him to be buried properly. After being exposed to the earth's energy, it will only accelerate his transformation. If you want to solve this situation properly, put down your dad's corpse and wait for Ku Quanzi to arrive before making a decision!"

Xie Qiang was angry. "He's my dad. After he dies, don't I have the right as his son to handle his corpse? Don't stop me, get lost!"

With Xie Lao Er's corpse on his back, Xie Qiang stubbornly walked towards the door.

When Old Master Yu saw this, he also hurriedly stepped forward to stop Xie Qiang from leaving.

Xie Qiang's eyes turned red, and he fiercely said, "Today, no matter who it is, don't think about stopping me. Otherwise, I'll fight them!"

Old Master Yu wanted to speak but was suddenly knelt down to by Xie Lao Er's wife, tearfully pleading, "Old Master Yu, I beg you, let us take away Lao Er's corpse. Lao Er died so tragically and hasn't been properly buried for so long. Please let us bring him back!"

Since Xie Lao Er's wife knelt down to plead, Old Master Yu naturally had no choice but to agree. When his wife said that, it made us seem heartless.

Old Master Yu sighed, his expression solemn, and walked to the side without saying a word.

Xie Lao Er's wife protected Xie Qiang, and the two of them carried Xie Lao Er's corpse hurriedly out of the courtyard.

I shook my head, feeling exceptionally heavy-hearted. Damn it, Xie Qiang really is the type who won't turn back until he hits a wall or sees a coffin!

We couldn't stop Xie Qiang and his mother now. After all, they were Xie Lao Er's direct relatives, and it was understandable for them to forcibly take away Xie Lao Er's corpse. I just hoped that Dad could bring Ku Quanzi back soon. Otherwise, things might still change.

After the corpse was taken away, I tidied up the house, and Mom was frightened, so I asked her to rest in bed.

There were still eleven or twelve people left in the courtyard, all waiting for Ku Quanzi to return. Old Master Yu brought out melon seeds and peanuts to entertain them.

Ku Quanzi originally lived in the neighboring village, but nearing the end of the year, there were many joyous and sorrowful events, and Ku Quanzi was busy every day. His whereabouts were often unpredictable, and we didn't know if Dad would be able to find him. Even if he could be found, he would probably return in the evening. Hopefully, Xie Qiang wouldn't cause any trouble today.

But you see, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

At noon, I heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the Xie family next door, and the mournful music was clear and distinct.

I ran outside to take a look and couldn't help but be shocked. Xie Qiang had somehow invited a funeral procession. He was wearing mourning clothes and carrying a black-and-white photo of Xie Lao Er, walking at the forefront of the procession. Two suona players followed behind him, and four dark-skinned men carried the coffin. Xie Lao Er's wife supported the coffin, crying incessantly. At the end of the procession, there were several people beating drums and gongs, while others scattered paper money as they walked.

With the wind blowing, the white paper money fluttered in the cold breeze.

The thing I was most worried about had happened. If Xie Qiang could have stayed calm for one day, with the effect of the menstrual blood, he should have been able to hold on until Ku Quanzi returned. But Xie Qiang chose to put Xie Lao Er back into the coffin and wanted to bury him at Gouzi Mountain. This was a recipe for disaster!

The funeral procession slowly passed by the gate of the courtyard, and Old Master Yu and the others were all surprised. "What is that little Xie doing?"

Old Master Yu said gravely, "We haven't brought Ku Daxian back yet. Xie Qiang acted on his own. I'm afraid something bad might happen!"

I originally wanted to intervene, but I thought better of it. After all, it was taboo to "block the coffin." And I was sure I wouldn't be able to stop Xie Qiang.

Seeing the funeral procession move further away, I couldn't help but worry. Gritting my teeth, I ran after them.