I watched as many dirty handprints and footprints quickly stained his white robe.

The old man had said that when the ghost of the aborted fetus turned against its master, it would return all the suffering it had endured back onto its master.

Sure enough, blood began to trickle from beneath the man's dirty hair, one, two, three...nine streams, corresponding to the nine major acupoints where he had inserted the needles into the fetuses' heads.

Then, his already dark body began to shrivel and wrinkle, as if the oil within his skin was being sucked out, leaving behind many creases, like grapes turning into raisins as they lose their moisture.

The sight was terrifying enough, but his screams were even more so.

I had seen pigs being slaughtered before, and their desperate screams as they fought for their lives were heart-wrenching. But this man's screams were even more chilling than that. I had never heard such a eerie sound in my life, and his pain was imaginable.

Cheng Xinghe looked at the man's skin and said, "He looks like beef jerky!"

He then took out some beef jerky from his pocket and chewed on it to calm his nerves.

The screams finally woke up Professor Luo, who squinted his eyes and saw what was happening. He instinctively slid off Cheng Xinghe's back and asked, "What's wrong with this man? I need to examine him..."

I pulled him back and said, "There's no point. He's beyond saving."

Professor Luo, who was usually refined and elegant, became flustered at the thought of a life-or-death situation. "How do you know if you don't try?" he demanded.

I knew - those children had died because of him, so how could he possibly survive?

Once you become a Yin-side practitioner, you have to be prepared for this.

The old man had told me that those who become Yin-side practitioners often have better natural abilities than regular practitioners because the Yin side is much more difficult to learn than the Yang side. Most people who enter the Yin side do so because they are arrogant and ambitious - they believe that they have exceptional talents and deserve to be superior to others, so they want to find a shortcut. Perhaps at first, they think that they can always turn back if necessary, but once they enter the Yin side, it becomes difficult to extricate themselves.

The cycle of karma always prevails. Whether it's cheating or selfishness, one can never escape it in the end.

Professor Luo finally realized that this was the culprit who had harmed him. He seemed to make a firm decision and stamped his foot, saying, "He's the one who harmed the eight-tailed cat like that? He deserves it!"

The man's screams were getting fainter and fainter. The intense suffering he had inflicted on those fetuses was being returned to him in high density. No one could imagine what that felt like.

Finally, his whole body curled up into a ball, just like the skeletons that had fallen out of the box - dark, shriveled, and fragmented.

The strange noise finally attracted other people from the hospital, including Lotus Auntie. She took one look at the scene and her legs gave way, causing her to kneel on the ground.

Other doctors rushed over and asked what was going on. Some doctors who knew forensic medicine examined the situation and said that this mummy had been dead for over a year. Why were they insulting the corpse here? Some doctors recognized Professor Luo and accused him of being fired from the hospital and coming here to cause trouble and seek revenge.

Professor Luo was about to explain, but I stopped him and nodded towards Lotus Auntie, saying, "She knows."

Lotus Auntie trembled at my words and immediately shook her head like a metronome, denying everything. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Cheng Xinghe chewed on his beef jerky and said, "Look at you, it's like you're trying to hide something!"

At that moment, a big-bearded doctor rushed over and pointed at me, saying, "I recognize you. You're the grandson of Ma Liansheng from the Brain Surgery Department, right? I don't know what benefits Professor Luo - that old bastard - has promised you, but I can see that you're here to cause trouble. You better get out of here now, or I'll have your grandfather kicked out of..."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. "Dare you!"

It was just two words, but they were spoken with such authority that everyone present was immediately silenced. The big-bearded doctor, despite his fierce appearance, was also intimidated by my tone and took a step back. But he felt embarrassed and said, "You watch me..."

"Shut up," I said, looking at Lotus Auntie. "You talk."

Lotus Auntie trembled again at my words and hesitated for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, looked around nervously, and finally began to speak.

It turned out that one day she came here to collect bodies and happened to meet that white-robed practitioner. She tried to shoo him away, but he asked her if she needed money.

His question hit home - Lotus Auntie's daughter was pregnant out of wedlock and wanted to get married, but the groom's family demanded a dowry of 100,000 yuan, or they wouldn't marry her.

At that time, her daughter was seven months pregnant and it was her first child. If she had an abortion, she might not be able to have a second child in her lifetime. The groom's family had seen this opportunity and was taking advantage of it.

Lotus Auntie was worried about her daughter's future - she had been a single mother since her divorce and had worked hard to raise her daughter. She didn't want her daughter to follow in her footsteps.

So she asked the practitioner what he meant.

The practitioner told her that he knew she needed money and also knew about her daughter's situation. He was willing to take the fetus and give Lotus Auntie 200,000 yuan.

Lotus Auntie was stunned - a fetus could earn 200,000 yuan?

But it was true. The practitioner said he was a garbage collector - specifically collecting the medical waste from obstetrics and gynecology clinics and paying high prices for them. If she was willing, they could have long-term cooperation.

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This was a huge temptation for Lotus Auntie, who was familiar with the hospital staff and could secretly follow the practitioner's requirements. The fetus delivered by cesarean section was a big, healthy boy, but she didn't dare to look at it and just handed it over.

The practitioner asked if she could provide more fetuses since there was a high demand for them.

Each additional fetus meant more money, but Lotus Auntie found it difficult to procure them. The practitioner said it was okay, he would go and talk to the doctors.

At first, the doctors wouldn't agree to such a request, but somehow, they eventually gave in.

As for the female college student who fell from the building, she had come to the hospital as an intern and was the doctor's assistant. She accidentally discovered what was going on and planned to tell the most upright Professor Luo, but somehow ended up falling to her death.

Lotus Auntie was terrified and always feared that it would be her turn next. She didn't dare to tell anyone about what she had done because it was illegal.

Saying this, Lotus Auntie began to cry, saying, "I didn't know things would turn out this way! One wrong step led to another, and I haven't dared to spend any of that ill-gotten money. I haven't been able to sleep peacefully every night..."

It seemed that one of the小鬼made from corpse oil was the grandson of Lotus Aunt.

The doctors fell silent. They checked the surveillance footage and saw how the man came in and how he turned from a living person into a mummified corpse that had been dead for over a year.

They were scientists, but none of them could come up with a scientific explanation for what happened.

Finally, the hospital leadership stepped in and asked me what should be done about this situation. What about those...those infant spirits? Was it really okay for them to just stay in the hospital?

Of course, I knew it wasn't ideal, so I asked the hospital leadership if they were willing to make a generous donation to a temple for a ritual to help these children move on.

After all, they were innocent.

The idea of a hospital performing a religious ceremony was laughable, but the hospital leadership bit the bullet and asked me if they could just give me more money to handle it directly. They wanted to keep it quiet and not let it leak out, otherwise, it could cause a lot of trouble.

I thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn't a bad idea. "In that case, can you help me get ten metal cans and a large bottle of breast milk from a new mother?" I asked.

This request was baffling to them, but they agreed. After all, this was a hospital, so it wasn't too difficult.

This was called the "Iron Can Ritual" and it was a very effective way to help spirits move on.

Once everything was prepared, I followed the instructions taught to me by the old man. I burned incense, swept the floor, filled the ten metal cans with breast milk, and placed them in the ten directions. I hung red threads with bells on them across the ghostly pathway through the house and began chanting the "Scripture of Salvation and Relief of Suffering from the Primordial Cavity of the Mysterious Numinous Treasure".

"In the past, the Exalted One traveled to the Fragrant Forest Garden and preached the wonderful Dharma to all sentient beings, opening the wonderful gate. At that time, there was a wonderful, subtle radiance that emerged from his mouth. This light illuminated the boundless worlds in all ten directions, as well as the nine levels of the abyss of hell..."

The sound of sipping could be heard from the ten metal cans, and the bells rang one by one. At first, they rang densely, then sparsely, and finally, only a few scattered rings remained. When the last bell rang, my vision went white and I almost fell to the ground.

Using my yellow-level energy to help so many children move on had drained me as if I had carried hundreds of buckets of water up a mountain.

However, the feeling of satisfaction was immense. I had fulfilled the final wishes of those poor, dead children and it gave me a great sense of accomplishment.

The people present watched in silence as the breast milk in the bowls disappeared. Not a single sound was heard.

The hospital leadership quickly thanked me and offered to waive my great-uncle's medical fees, but I waved them off, saying that we should keep things separate and not mix them together. I hated dealing with karmic matters because they were complicated.

Once I had recovered my energy, I realized that my breathing had become much smoother. I immediately began circulating my qi and, sure enough, the small flame had grown by half!

It turned out that I had advanced from the fourth rank of the yellow level to the third rank!

Thanks to the large number of infant spirits and their strong grievances, the merit I had gained was also considerable.

My ability to see auras had also increased from three times a day to five times a day! As long as I advanced to the violet level, I should be able to see auras whenever I wanted!

When a person makes progress, they feel very at ease.

At that time, I thought the matter had been resolved - the culprit had been punished and the infant spirits had been freed. It was a happy ending for all.

Unfortunately, I later learned that this incident was not the end of my connection with the man from the Yin side, but the beginning.

After the matter was resolved, Professor Luo's reputation was finally cleared. Surveillance footage was released online to refute the rumors, and the malevolent expression on Professor Luo's face disappeared. He was extremely grateful to me and offered me money, but I waved him off, saying that I had already received my reward - advancing in rank was more important to me than money, especially since he was a good person.

Professor Luo seemed a little embarrassed, but then he seemed to remember something and asked me if I had a girlfriend yet.

I was taken aback for a moment. How should I answer that?

Professor Luo looked very pleased and patted my hand, saying that he wanted to introduce me to someone. His friend's daughter was a perfect match for me, and he insisted that I meet her. If we really were a good match, then he would become my uncle.

This was something I didn't dare to agree to, so I quickly declined before my index finger started hurting again. Professor Luo looked very disappointed, but he still didn't give up. He said that his niece would be coming to the county soon and that he would bring her to visit me at my shop, even if it was just to make friends.

I was about to continue refusing when Cheng Xinghe nudged me and said in a low voice, "There's something in the corridor."

My heart immediately tensed up and I asked him what it was.

Cheng Xinghe swallowed and said, "Trouble. This thing seems to be very high-level. Even I only caught a glimpse of it and couldn't see it clearly."

Anything that could hide from his eyes was unlikely to be something good.

A thought occurred to me. I had heard that the little ghosts made from the oil of 49 people could move unseen, even by those at the earth level. Could it be that one of those little ghosts had come?

But the man from the Yin side was already dead. The little ghost had turned on him and avenged its great hatred. Its wish had been fulfilled, so why would it linger in the human world?

Or... I felt a chill run down my spine. Could the man from the Yin side have had an accomplice?

How powerful would this accomplice be if they could control the oil of 49 people?

I immediately looked towards the corridor and tried to see its aura, but my heart tightened even further. I could only see a faint malicious aura, like morning fog, that quickly disappeared. I couldn't see it clearly at all.

This thing seemed to be beyond what the two of us at the yellow level could handle!

What did it want to do?

Just then, my phone rang, startling me. It was He Shang calling. "Buddy, I heard that our great-uncle is being discharged tomorrow? I'll come to pick him up!"

I said there was no need for him to go through the trouble. He was a busy man and Cheng Xinghe had a car.

Cheng Xinghe sneered, but He Shang laughed and said, "Your debt collector is interesting. He even doubles as a driver. But I also have a reason for coming. After picking up our great-uncle tomorrow, I want to discuss something with you."

I asked He Shang what it was and to just say it.

He Shang seemed a little embarrassed. "There's a family friend of mine whose father had a good relationship with mine when he was alive. Well, tomorrow is his birthday and all the local celebrities will be there. He sent me an invitation to come, but I've been wondering what kind of gift to bring. He has everything he could possibly want, so I heard that his house has been haunted recently and it's been quite severe. They've even sent someone to ask for your help, but it didn't work out. I thought if I brought you there directly, it would make me look pretty impressive!"

My reputation had been built up by He Shang, so this small favor was nothing. Besides, since many local celebrities would be there, maybe there was a chance to find Jiang the Cripple through their connections.

I agreed to it.

He Shang seemed pleased and then added, "But you have to be careful of the woman in their family. Although she's beautiful, she's notoriously dangerous. Many people call her Daji. We'll talk more when we meet."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Daji? What kind of dangerous woman was that?