Meanwhile.
The basement where Fatty was located.
At this moment.
As the Tailor uttered that final whisper, even though separated by a great distance, he held the Tailor's physical body and possessed the Soul Summoning Banner. He heard the Tailor's soul whisper.
Fatty trembled violently and looked at the Tailor in his arms:
"Hey, Tailor, don't say that. Damn it, don't die. I... I haven't paid you back yet. Don't die, you creditor."
Through the sensing of the Soul Summoning Banner, he knew the Tailor had endured too much punishment and was on the verge of collapse.
The Tailor's last words.
Were his final farewell to him.
The next second.
As if to verify his thoughts, the sound of crushing glass shattered, and the light patterns emanating from the Tailor in his arms abruptly dimmed and dissipated.
"Tailor!!"
Fatty shouted desperately, his eyes red, biting his finger and using his own blood to redraw the patterns, trying to sustain her life.
He knew what those patterns represented.
These were the patterns of the Tailor grafting punishment, and they also represented her life. The light patterns dissipated, her soul shattered, not entering the six realms, not entering the three realms.
At this moment.
Fatty was completely panicked. He was no longer the usually cautious and cheerful tall villain, nor a high-ranking official of the Senluo Division. He appeared flustered, shaking the Tailor's physical body, trying to awaken it.
However...
Nothing he did was of any use.
The Tailor was dead.
She had defied the heavens, using the national-level Soul Summoning Banner to resurrect someone. Although successful, she paid the price, her soul shattered, the fragments becoming nourishment for the Soul Summoning Banner.
Watching the Soul Summoning Banner absorb the Tailor's shattered soul.
Fatty was enraged:
"Give her back!!!"
He unleashed a monstrous ghost aura.
At this moment.
He truly revealed his full strength, a terrifying aura that pierced the heavens, as if he were a sovereign of the nine netherworlds, before whom all ghosts, demons, monsters, and evils would tremble.
Yet, even so, he couldn't prevent the heavenly price. Unlike Zhang Wei and the Tailor, Zhang Wei was backed by the might of Great Xia, and the Tailor used a national-level ghost artifact. He was alone. He couldn't defy it. If he could, how could he have let the Tailor die?
Soon.
Fatty retracted his aura. He knew that his outburst had exposed their location.
Finally, he looked at the lifeless physical body of the Tailor.
He sighed.
Then, he left the area, taking the Tailor's physical body, Ya Ya's puppet corpse, and the Tailor's mother with him.
Not long after.
Several people entered the entrance of the basement. They were ghost exorcists from the local Wei Dao Division. They had discovered the location immediately after Fatty's outburst and, after discussion, risked their lives to investigate.
"This..."
"My heavens, what happened here?"
They exclaimed in shock.
Entering the basement and looking around, they saw thousands of corpses. The scene was so horrifying that even as ghost exorcists, they were terrified.
However.
Before they could report the situation by phone.
"It moved?! The corpses moved?! Wait, no, they don't seem to be corpses."
They suddenly realized that the thousands of corpses lying on the ground had all come alive. They opened their eyes, looked around blankly, and muttered things like "Why am I here?" and "Didn't I die?"
It was at this moment.
One of the Wei Dao Division exorcists who had entered, his gaze swept over the figure that had transformed from a small white fox into a girl:
"Hu Shiliu of the Hu family?"
His voice was not loud.
But in this bizarre situation, everyone heard it. Hu Shiliu also looked over.
Immediately.
Hu Shiliu asked:
"You know me? By the way, why am I here? Are you from the Wei Dao Division? Did you save me from the Senluo Division?"
The person was stunned at first, then his eyes widened:
"You really are Hu Shiliu? That's great. Old Master Hu Ba has been looking for you urgently. Speaking of which, weren't you captured by the Senluo Division? How are you here? Did the Senluo Division capture you all here? Where are the people from the Senluo Division, and are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?"
"I don't know either. Am I injured? I must be injured. I was already beheaded by the people from the Senluo Division. Hmm? Why is my neck fine? No, I should be dead?!"
As Hu Shiliu spoke, she suddenly remembered the scene before her death. She vividly recalled her blood being drained.
But now.
How was she here, perfectly fine?
Facing this situation, Hu Shiliu dared not conceal anything and quickly inquired with the Wei Dao Division personnel.
Then...
The scene became chaotic.
The arriving Wei Dao Division personnel also went mad.
After a round of questioning, they discovered with horror and strangeness that everyone in the basement, including Hu Shiliu, along with the ghosts and demons, should have been dead. But now they were all alive. This situation was quickly confirmed because they saw one of the exorcists, a Qilin Guard who had been killed by the Tailor not long ago.
"Quick, report the situation!!"
"Damn it, what the hell is going on? Is the underworld on vacation? Letting you all come back?"
The few Wei Dao Division personnel exclaimed in bewilderment.
...
Meanwhile.
In a suburban area on the outskirts of the northeast, bordering the city.
Fatty, along with the Tailor's mother and others, arrived here.
At this time.
After hiding the Tailor's physical body aside to prevent the Tailor's mother from seeing it upon waking.
The Tailor's mother came back to life. As per the Tailor's request, Fatty erased some of her memories, leaving only the memories of her happy times with Ya Ya.
Immediately after.
As soon as the Tailor's mother woke up and saw her daughter was not by her side, she panicked. Fatty had seen that look on himself before.
"Who are you? How am I here? Where is Ya Ya, my Ya Ya?"
"Auntie, your daughter is here."
Fatty's eyes held complexity, and at the same time, he did not forget to hand Ya Ya, who was in his arms, to the Tailor's mother.
"Mom."
The awakened Ya Ya sweetly called out to the Tailor's mother.
"Ya Ya."
Seeing this, the Tailor's mother hugged Ya Ya tightly. For some reason, although her memory was that she had only parted ways with Ya Ya not long ago, seeing Ya Ya now gave her a sense of long-lost reunion, an indescribable pain, as if she had been separated from Ya Ya for a very, very long time.
"Mom, I'm here, don't cry, don't cry."
Ya Ya reached out to wipe away the tears from the Tailor's mother's eyes, just as the Tailor had done when she was a child.
Watching the tender scene of mother and daughter embracing.
Fatty fell into silence. This was what the Tailor had wanted most, and it had finally been realized, but... she was not here.
Because he had personally summoned the Tailor's mother, and with the effect of the national-level Soul Summoning Banner, Fatty had also obtained the Tailor's mother's memories under her command when he summoned her.
Because of this.
Fatty was no longer ignorant of the Tailor's past. He knew everything, knew all the bits and pieces of the Tailor's mother and daughter's lives together, and understood why the Tailor had planned for fifty years.
Thinking of this, Fatty couldn't help but look at the puppet Ya Ya.
That Ya Ya held some of the Tailor's memories from her life, her most beautiful childhood memories, all sealed by her into this Ya Ya's body.
Subsequently.
Fatty, using the reasons previously written by the Tailor, told the mother and daughter that they had recently been in a car accident and suffered memory loss, with some confusion in their memories, and then arranged accommodation for them.
Until evening.
All arrangements were made.
As Fatty prepared to leave.
"Ya Ya, quickly say thank you to brother, thank you, Little Brother Li Pang, for the trouble."
The Tailor's mother said.
Ya Ya nodded obediently and thanked Fatty sweetly.
Looking at her resemblance to the Tailor as a child, thanking him, Fatty's heart felt complex. On the surface, however, he smiled and ruffled Ya Ya's head:
"You're welcome, Ya Ya. You must protect your mother well. You can't run off this time, understand."
Finally.
Fatty left.
He returned to the hiding spot where the Tailor's physical body was hidden and took a deep look in the direction of the Tailor's mother and daughter's residence.
No one knew what Fatty was thinking at this moment.
The only thing known was.
Fatty, carrying the Tailor's corpse, walked into the night and left the northeast.
...