Looking at the contents of the tailor's follow-up letter, the fatty couldn't help but curse.
As he focused:
"Yes, I need you to revive my mother with the Soul Summoning Banner. I've told you about its function; it can pull back souls even if they've entered reincarnation. However, my mother's soul has been gone for too long, and it's likely she has already reincarnated.
What can be pulled back is only the memory and soul from the part where she drank the Forgetfulness Soup.
But that will be enough. I don't need the reincarnated mother; I need the mother before reincarnation. However, resurrection is an act against heaven. Even a鎮國級 (zhen guo ji) ghost, the caster will be punished by heaven. Don't worry about this.
I've been prepared for a long time. I will bear the price of this act against heaven. With my current body, I can handle the soul summoned by an ordinary person, and even bear more consequences.
Fatty, I've waited for this day for a long time, a full fifty years. I hope you can help me achieve this.
When my mother is resurrected, I hope you can erase her memories. I have refined a child puppet, and she will be my mother's daughter, Ya Ya. Before my mother died for me, I promised to take good care of her, to let my mother see her daughter grow up, get married, have children, and be cared for in her old age. I want to fulfill this; it's the reason I've kept living.
Fatty, in this life, besides asking my mother, I have never begged anyone else.
But this time, I implore you, help me with this favor.
I will not treat you unfairly.
I've also left a bank card there with five million. Don't worry, I earned it myself, I didn't steal it. I earned it desperately after my mother died. Take one million then, and the remaining four million for my mother and my puppet. Help me take care of my mother.
Also.
There are more than just me and my mother in that place. If I can bear enough, help me continue to restore their souls, and it will also be considered repaying the sins I have committed."
Looking at the contents of the letter.
The fatty fell silent, his face grim, his eyes filled with complexity:
"Tailor, damn it, why did I agree to help you with this? Damn it, why did I make this promise? Tailor, you've calculated me... You know I value promises the most."
In his words.
His gaze fell on the last line of the letter.
It could be seen.
Compared to the previous writing, this line was newer, freshly added. The fatty couldn't help but recall yesterday, when he took the tailor to eat, and in casual conversation, the tailor had asked for the wooden box back. He figured the words were added then.
"Also... thank you for the pastries, fatty."
Looking at this line.
The fatty's curses stopped, and he stood in silence.
After a while.
He silently folded the letter, put it back into the wooden box, and without a word, silently headed towards the place indicated in the tailor's letter.
He knew he had been manipulated by the tailor.
The tailor had planned everything, leaving him no time to think. Because the tailor was fighting to the death with the older generation, if he hesitated here, the older generation would surely discover the tailor's true location through the puppet.
At that point, he wouldn't be able to fulfill the tailor's request.
Everything.
Had been arranged by the tailor.
Perhaps from the very beginning, when he joined the Senluo Division, the tailor had planned for him to be the one to help today. It was only the last pastry that had slightly disrupted the tailor's thoughts, leading to a small change in her plan, which was to add that last sentence.
Along the way.
The fatty remained silent. The usually lively and cheerful him now advanced with a grim expression, recalling his past with the tailor.
The first time he met the tailor.
It was when he had just become a ghost. As a vengeful spirit, he had killed a red-clothed vengeful spirit and was feeling smug. The tailor appeared and invited him.
Subsequently.
As a ghost summoned by the tailor, he followed her for some time and witnessed her madness. To improve her strength, she would resort to any means, perfectly embodying cold-bloodedness and terror.
Because of this.
He didn't like the tailor much and often argued with her.
Until later.
As he grew at an astonishing pace, especially when he became a Ghost King, he was ecstatic and wanted to share the news with someone immediately. Unfortunately, he didn't have many friends. His only friend was the tailor, who constantly cursed him and bickered with him.
Without a second thought, he prepared to go and brag to the tailor that he had become a Ghost King faster than her, intending to mock her. However, that time, he accidentally saw the tailor go to a cake shop alone, buy a cake, find a deserted spot, light candles, blow them out, and mutter to herself, "Happy birthday to me."
It was from that day.
He learned that the tailor might not be as cold-blooded and terrifying as he imagined.
Memories flooded his mind.
The fatty scratched his head, trying to find a way to save the tailor, but for a moment, he couldn't think of anything.
After all, it was a plan the tailor had spent her entire life arranging. How could he come up with a solution in such a short time?
Soon.
The fatty arrived at the location.
It was a suburban house bought by the tailor. He walked directly into the basement, which turned out to be a hidden world, with the tailor having excavated a large basement, incredibly spacious.
Upon entering.
The fatty froze on the spot.
However.
It wasn't the spaciousness of the basement that shocked him, but rather... the neatly arranged corpses.
"This..."
The fatty murmured in shock.
There were too many corpses, at least over a thousand. There were humans, zombies, demons, and more. He walked towards the nearest white fox corpse and saw that it was labeled with information. Looking around, all the corpses had this.
Looking down.
The corpse had the following information written on it:
"Hu Shiliu, the sixteenth granddaughter of Hu Batianye of the Northeast Hu family. I captured her to refine the Zhen Guo Ji Soul Summoning Banner, requiring her demonic blood. I killed her and drained all her blood."
The fatty fell silent, looked up at the rows of prepared corpses, and understood what these corpses were – they were all people and ghosts killed by the tailor.
Inevitably.
He thought of the tailor's words in the letter – "That place... repaying the sins I have committed."
So she had thought of everything. Not only did she want to use the Soul Summoning Banner to revive her mother, but also to revive the people and ghosts she had killed.
Understanding this situation.
The fatty felt like laughing and scolding at the same time. He looked complexly at the Soul Summoning Banner in his hand, then at the corpses scattered everywhere, and the two coffins in the center:
"Killing these people to refine the Soul Summoning Banner, and then using the Soul Summoning Banner to revive them. Tailor, tailor, you've really exploited this bug! But you only considered them, why didn't you consider yourself?"
At this moment.
The fatty understood everything.
He understood all of the tailor's plans, and he also understood... why the tailor had frantically increased her strength. It wasn't just to save her mother; it was so that her strength would be enough to bear heaven's punishment, and more importantly, to become strong enough to bear the resurrection of those she had killed.
And she had indeed succeeded.
The current tailor was very powerful, so powerful that the older generation could not contend with her alone and needed to join forces to deal with her.
"No wonder you were so eager to get a Ghost King's head when you heard I had one, offering a high price. Tailor, you... alas."
At this moment.
As the fatty spoke these words.
He had already stood before the two coffins, his gaze falling on one of them.
It could be seen.
On that coffin lay a young girl in her prime. Although beautiful, she had a furrowed brow before her death, dying in pain, as if she had unfulfilled wishes, possessing a heart-wrenching and delicate aura.
That was the tailor's true form.
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