At a young age, he was well-versed in poetry and books, and his calligraphy and painting were even more outstanding.

The Huang mansion seemed relaxed, but in reality, it was tight inside and loose outside, hiring courtyard martial arts masters year-round. They had considered assassinating him directly, but ultimately gave up.

It wasn't until a chance encounter that they discovered the ancient book containing the evil arts.

But unfortunately, the book required the caster to perform a live sacrifice through marriage on the night of the full moon, enduring the pain of being skinned and stretched into a drum. Only then could their blood relatives beat the human skin drum and summon their vengeful spirit.

As the years passed, Miao Cheng's two daughters gradually grew into beautiful women. The elder sister was gentle and generous, and the younger sister was delicate and lovely. Both were rare beauties.

Thus, a plan targeting the beloved son of Master Huang gradually took shape.

Miao Cheng painfully sold his two daughters to a brothel, renaming them Xuanji and Xiaowan, and then a grand drama slowly began.

Through Xiaowan's cries, everyone made an astonishing discovery: Xiaowan, like her sister, was prepared to sacrifice herself.

The two sisters competed for Master Huang's favor, but their ultimate goal was to hope that Master Huang would choose them, so that they could leave a path of survival for the other.

But Master Huang ultimately fell in love with the elder sister, Xuanji.

So, on a night of the full moon, the elder sister took a sedan chair as promised and was married into the mansion, while Master Huang, who was originally not in the mansion, "coincidentally" learned of this news.

Master Huang returned from out of town in a rage and then drove away the evil slaves, intercepting Xuanji from the wedding sedan and drowning her alive in the lake.

The following story unfolded as if it were a written script. The already weak Master Huang fell ill and eventually died.

Master Huang was grief-stricken at the loss of his beloved son, and his spirit became listless, and his body deteriorated day by day.

At this time, through someone's introduction, Miao Cheng and his party, posing as Jianghu (martial world) practitioners, appeared as a matter of course.

After demonstrating a few gadgets from ancient books for Master Huang, Master Huang became even more convinced of the magic they spoke of.

They said...they could help Master Huang resurrect Master Huang's son.

But the premise was that Master Huang needed to cooperate with them.

To play the role of Master Huang's son.

To kill some people as a live sacrifice.

And these people would be chosen by them to ensure that their birthdates matched.

In fact, if Master Huang had been awake, he would naturally not have believed such nonsense, but in desperation, he was also distraught because of the loss of his beloved son.

So Miao Cheng transformed himself into Zhou, the steward of the Huang mansion, and under his arrangement, the Huang mansion dismissed most of its servants.

Especially the courtyard martial arts masters who usually saw him as suspicious.

But no one ever thought that the only variable would appear in these carefully selected "doctors" who came to treat Master Huang's son.

An Xuan took out a piece of paper from his arms. The paper was rough and had been folded several times. When opened, it contained a character introduction similar to intelligence.

It was about Qin Jian, Shi Liaozhi, and You Qi.

The three of them...were all from Huangjiapo, and they all participated in the poisoning incident that year. Among them, Qin Jian was Master Huang's inside man in the Prince's Mansion.

The paper had been torn off, with messy tooth marks remaining on one side, and only half of You Qi's situation was introduced.

Obviously, there should be more.

Jiang Cheng took the paper with a calm expression, glanced at it a few times, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

Now things were very clear. These "doctors" who had been invited were all participants in the tragedy of that year.

This was...Steward Zhou's revenge!

He wanted to use Master Huang's hand to kill all the former accomplices.

After finding the book that recorded these things, An Xuan knew everything, but he didn't say it, because he was worried that everyone would feel guilty, leading to them being soft-hearted when facing Steward Zhou and his party in the end.

"You...you all deserve to die!" Xiaowan's eyes were bloodshot, as if blood was about to flow out, "I won't let you go, even as a ghost!"

"Won't let you go!"

Steward Zhou, with a broken arm, hugged the middle-aged woman, just crying, crying his heart out. He didn't understand, why...why did he fail?

He was clearly about to succeed. His...his eldest daughter even sacrificed herself. Was God really blind and wanted to help these villains?

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

...

The drum sound...sounded.

The third watch drum.

This drum sound was different from all the previous ones, carrying an unspeakable feeling, sorrow, desolation...but also a little bit of anticipation and nostalgia.

"Let's go." Jiang Cheng patted Fatty, and then everyone started running towards the lake.

After running a long way, Fatty looked back, and the three people were still there, not moving, just with their figures blurring little by little.

Chen Qiang had retrieved the phoenix coronet he had hidden before and handed it to Jiang Cheng quite tactfully. Jiang Cheng turned around and gave it to Fatty.

Time was tight. Once they completed the last task, they could leave.

Arriving at the lake, the mist appeared again, but it was much thinner than before. A woman wearing a red hijab was standing in the center of the lake.

Her figure was slender, exactly the same as the woman in the painting.

The larger boat from before appeared again. Last time, Fatty found Shi Liaozhi's broken body under this boat.

After a few people got on the boat, Fatty stood at the bow, and the boat immediately sailed towards the female ghost.

The closer they got to the female ghost, the more uneasy everyone felt. An Xuan, Chen Qiang, and Xia Meng all leaned back subconsciously.

The boat finally stopped.

In front of Fatty was the female ghost.

The bright moonlight suddenly shone down, just spilling on Fatty and the female ghost.

Then, an amazing scene appeared. The opera costume on Fatty's body dissipated inch by inch, replaced by a groom's attire.

He gently lifted the woman's red hijab, and under the hijab, there was no longer a hideous ghost, but a rare pretty face.

Bright eyes and white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, and a Luoyun hairpin that had been smudged was inserted in her hair just right, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the woman.

The woman looked at Fatty, who had changed his clothes, and the spring water in her eyes seemed to melt the ice and snow of the entire remaining winter.

Xia Meng sighed softly. The moment she saw the woman's eyes, she understood that Steward Zhou had not anticipated one thing.

His daughter Xuanji...had really fallen in love with this Master Huang.

The grievances of two generations were entangled together, and all that remained were the blood and desolation all over the ground, and the unspeakable melancholy.

Who would have thought that the last wish of this woman named Xuanji was to have the son of her enemy personally put on the phoenix coronet for her wedding.

The moonlight enveloped the two of them, and the scene was a bit sacred for a while.

There was also a kind of unspeakable solemnity.

After Fatty personally picked up the phoenix coronet and put it on Xuanji's head, she finally...smiled.

Like a moment of blossoming beauty, enough to dispel the entire night.

Xuanji, wearing a wedding gown and a phoenix coronet, was annihilated inch by inch.

First her legs, then her body, and finally her face, so fast that Fatty immediately stretched out his hand, but didn't even have time to touch her fingertips.

The sky...dawned.