Digging up his roof, smashing the head-marked plaque in front of his house—at first, I thought, isn’t this the same kind of thing that only happens during road construction? As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I was startled. Damn, so there really is a yin dwelling at the village entrance where the roadwork was being done! This so-called “digging up his roof” must refer to the villagers digging up soil there, and the spot they dug just happened to be right on top of the yin dwelling’s grave. As for smashing the head-marked plaque in front of his door, that’s even easier to understand—the villagers, under the leadership of Secretary Baker today, smashed all the head-marked plaques there to pieces.

The general now possessing Secretary Baker was clearly the owner of that yin dwelling. Realizing this, I couldn’t help but sigh. Looks like the roadwork we did during the day really stirred up a hornet’s nest—the real master has come knocking!

As I mentioned before, there are generally two types of spirit possession. One is when a ghost sees your yang energy is weak and possesses you to extort some offerings or money. The other is pure revenge—this is the most troublesome kind. If the grudge runs deep, they won’t stop until you’re dead. Right now, Secretary Baker is possessed by a ghost for the latter reason: he led the villagers to dig up someone’s grave and smashed the head-marked plaque that symbolized military honor. Think about it—if someone broke into your house, dug up your roof, and smashed your belongings, wouldn’t you be furious?

Of course, the villagers present heard every word loud and clear, and all of them turned pale with fear. Especially those who had dug up the soil and smashed the statues—they were so scared they kept backing away, terrified the spirit would come after them next.

Now, they finally realized the danger, but it was already too late. The spirit had already come for them. The only thing left to do was figure out how to resolve this conflict.

As the saying goes, “With reason, you can travel the world; without it, you can’t take a single step.” This might not always apply between people, but it definitely applies to spirits—they’re even more reasonable than the living. At this point, someone might ask: ghosts were once people, so why are they always reasonable? Well, ghosts are indeed transformed from people, but “reason” represents the righteous energy of heaven and earth. The saying “evil cannot suppress good” is exactly about this. For example, people often say that copper coins ward off evil. Most only know that copper coins, having passed through countless hands, are full of yang energy and thus can ward off evil. But there’s another reason: copper coins are round on the outside and square on the inside, symbolizing heaven and earth, and they’re inscribed with the emperor’s name, all representing the righteous energy of the universe. That’s why copper coins can suppress and ward off evil.

Back to the point! Clearly, we’re the ones in the wrong here. Trying to reason with the spirit and persuade him to leave is impossible now. So, I could only clasp my hands and bow to him, saying, “General, I am already aware of what you speak of. It’s all our fault for being reckless. I have already scolded everyone for it, and now they know they were wrong. I hope you, General, can be magnanimous and forgive the villagers. We will help you restore your residence, would that be acceptable?”

Upon hearing this, he let out a cold laugh. “How ridiculous! After committing such a grave offense, do you think this brat can get off so easily? I know everything—it was this brat who incited everyone and led them to dig up my residence. Today, I must teach him a lesson, so he understands what it means to have respect and fear!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly dropped to his knees with a loud “thud,” then began slamming his head into the ground with all his might—“thud, thud, thud”—the sound was relentless. Very quickly, Secretary Baker’s forehead was covered in blood.

While Secretary Baker was smashing his head into the ground, he kept cursing, “This general will teach you arrogance… You dare dig up my roof? Today, I’ll take your life and make you my slave…”

Seeing things take such a drastic turn, I was shocked. If I let him keep this up, it wouldn’t be long before Secretary Baker killed himself. I immediately shouted at him, “Brazen spirit, how dare you harm someone and claim a life!”

With that, I lunged at him. As soon as I got close, I wrapped my arms tightly around Secretary Baker’s waist, but at this moment, Secretary Baker was incredibly strong—far beyond what I could handle alone. Even though I was holding him with all my might, I still couldn’t stop him from smashing his head into the ground.

The “thud, thud” sounds kept coming—how could a human head withstand such force? Realizing I couldn’t stop him alone, I urgently shouted to the surrounding villagers, “What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help! Tie him up!”

Although the villagers were terrified, seeing me rush forward gave them some courage. After a brief moment of panic, they nervously surged forward, forcefully pushing Secretary Baker to the ground. More than a dozen people pinned him down, and after a huge struggle, they finally managed to restrain him and tie him to a tree by the roadside at the village entrance.

Tied up tightly, Secretary Baker’s expression kept changing—one moment furious and cursing, the next moment grinning menacingly at everyone, sending chills down their spines.

Seeing that he was temporarily under control, I walked up to him and said, “Brazen fiend, leave at once, or don’t blame me for scattering your soul to the winds!”

He looked at me coldly, the corners of his mouth twisting into a sinister smile, and said in a mocking tone, “You little brat, do you really think this is enough to stop me? This man dug up my roof—if I don’t drag him down to accompany me, I swear I won’t rest! Heh heh…”