"The emcee shouted, 'Hold steady in front, plant your feet firmly. Don't let the coffin fall. Keep both hands on the coffin poles, don't touch anything else!'"

"Quickly, Dragon and Tiger clear the way, those born in the years of the Dragon and Tiger, step forward. The banner-holder, shout loudly, tell people to come forward, quickly!'"

The street instantly descended into chaos. Those shouting, those carrying the coffin, and those watching the commotion all crowded together, making it impossible to move forward.

The emcee was sweating profusely. "Everyone... everyone... I beg you, if anyone has ever offended the old man, please step forward and apologize. The old man is holding a grudge and doesn't want to leave."

As the emcee spoke, I saw the old man sitting on top of the coffin – the one who had spoken to me at the village entrance.

The old man sat cross-legged on the coffin, causing the front to dip low and the back to rise high, making it impossible to move forward.

The old man pointed at me and cursed, "You bunch of bastards, every one of you is an animal. If you hadn't ignored me, would I have died?"

"Come over and kowtow to me, or I'll haunt you every day, you..."

Yun Ya walked out from behind me, wanting to go to the side of the coffin, but I grabbed her back. "Don't go over there!"

Yun Ya didn't have the yin-yang eyes, but when ghosts wanted her to see them, she could perceive their existence.

"But..." Yun Ya's face was full of guilt. "He died because of us. We should at least..."

Yun Ya and I were speaking in low voices, so others couldn't hear us, but the old man could. He slapped the coffin and cursed, "Hey kid, did I give you too much respect? You son of a bitch..."

My gaze instantly turned cold: You can curse me, but you can't curse my father!

I reached into my pocket, took out a one-yuan coin, pressed it between my fingers, and flicked it towards the coffin.

Since ancient times, money has been used to ward off ghosts. The coin, used as a hidden weapon, flew several meters in an instant, piercing the old man's heart.

The old man lowered his head to look at the hole in his chest, then raised his head in terror. "You are a master! Spare... spare my life..."

Before the old man's plea could fade, my second coin had already flown past, piercing his forehead. He instantly exploded into a burst of phosphorescent fire.

The only person present who knew that I had flicked the coins was the emcee. He turned his head, about to open his mouth, but I glared back at him, the murderous intent in my eyes scaring him back two steps. "Move, move... the old man is no longer angry, move on quickly!"

The emcee could be considered an edge profession in the art world. Unless a legitimate master transitioned into being an emcee, there wouldn't be anyone too powerful in this line of work, so he didn't dare provoke a master.

The fire in my heart had just subsided a little when Yun Ya spoke up, "Mr. Li, I don't want to look for Yun Lan anymore, I want to talk to you."

"Then let's talk back at the hotel!" I roughly guessed what Yun Ya wanted to talk about, and with a grim face, I took them both back to the hotel.

As soon as I closed the door, Yun Ya said, "Mr. Li, I don't want to hire you to find my father anymore!"

"Reason!" My face almost dripped with water.

For a master to be fired by their employer, regardless of the reason, was a great humiliation. It could only prove one thing: that the master was incompetent and was kicked out the door. It was not only damaging to the master's reputation, but also suppressing their luck.

Any master who was fired by their employer would not be able to hold their head up in the art world for at least three years.

Ye Yang's voice was even colder than mine. "Why ask for a reason? If she wants to die, let her die. Why should we risk our lives trying to reason with a fool?"

"Reason!" There was already fire in my words.

Yun Ya said softly, "I want to see my father! But I don't want anyone to die because of me. Two people have already died here, and that Li Xiao may also be dead. How many more people will die if we continue to investigate? And..."

Yun Ya seemed to have mustered up her courage before she continued, "I don't like your methods. Was it wrong for the old man to ask us to apologize to him? After all, he died because of us."

"But... but why did you kill him? When you strike, he's completely destroyed! He doesn't even have a chance to be reincarnated. You're too ruthless."

"Haha..." I laughed loudly. "You think I'm sorry for those dead people, right? Fine! They died because of you after all. If you feel guilty, then pay them with your life! Commit suicide as an apology!"

"Li Po!" Ye Yang roared, "Don't talk nonsense!"

My employment relationship with Yun Ya hadn't been formally terminated yet, so she was still the employer after all. It was a great taboo for a master to turn against their employer. Not only would the martial world not tolerate it, but it would even be met with divine retribution.

Yun Ya said with righteous indignation, "I won't pay them with my life, but I can take care of their families, I can give them compensation."

"Yun Ya!" Xiang Yunshang finally couldn't listen anymore. "Can you please get your facts straight? Did Li Po kill those people? No matter how you look at it, those people's deaths can't be blamed on Li Po."

"And that old man, he clearly knew how he died, but he didn't dare to trouble those evil ghosts and instead kept his eyes on Li Po. If Li Po was just an ordinary person, what would have happened?"