A Family

Huang Xikong looked at the furious female ghost with an unwavering, emotionless gaze, as still as dead water.

He reached out, pulling a large mass of yin energy from her, and coldly reminded her, "Killing someone will turn you into a vengeful spirit, far more terrifying than you imagine. The underworld awaits with mountains of knives and seas of fire, and in the mortal realm, exorcists will hunt you down. Greedy vengeful spirits will overpower and devour you to strengthen themselves."

"What can I do?" Huang Yue was on the verge of collapse. "I can't die peacefully knowing that scumbag gets to keep my hard-earned money!"

"You've already died, and your eyes have long since closed," Huang Xikong replied flatly.

Huang Yue was at a loss for words, feeling wronged but unable to argue.

"If you have a loan agreement, you can hire an exorcist to recover the money. They might take a service fee," Huang Xikong suggested.