I leaped up, retreating a few feet backward, and kicked the end of the coffin. The coffin, weighing several hundred pounds, flew straight out in front of my foot and landed in the distance.

Before the coffin landed, I exerted force forward, tapping my toes on the ground several times, and soared again, kicking the coffin in mid-air.

The coffin hadn't fully landed before I kicked it away again. The two-meter-long coffin scraped past the tree trunk at the village entrance, the red paint and bark flying in the air. The coffin, losing momentum, crashed into the water.

After the silvery-white water splashed into the air, the coffin that had sunk into the water floated back to the surface.

A solid wood coffin was already heavy, and with a corpse and a coffin full of lime, it was impossible for it to float. Unless something was holding the coffin up from below, preventing it from sinking.

I wasn't blindly kicking the coffin. The place where it fell into the water coincided with the layout of the village entrance. Even if Old Liu wanted to sink it himself, it should be in that location.

If the coffin didn't fall, the water wouldn't recede.

I had to return the coffin to its place!

I sprinted out again, tapping the tree trunk at the village entrance several times with my feet, and shot up three meters along the trunk. After placing my left foot on a branch, my body flipped, and my right leg, with a whistling sound, chopped down towards the coffin lid in the air.

With a loud bang, the coffin sank more than halfway into the water under my heavy blow, and a rebounding force surged up from the water.

Someone was holding the coffin underneath!

When I looked down at the coffin lid, a layer of black hair floated up in the water.

The hair, as dense as seaweed and as black as ink, spread out in all directions from the coffin, instantly dyeing the water near the coffin pitch black.

In the next moment, the force under the coffin came again, and the coffin, which had sunk halfway into the water, suddenly burst upwards under the impact of some force.

This time, instead of struggling with the coffin, I used the force of the coffin rising to lean back and lie on the coffin lid, letting the coffin fly into the air.

As the coffin soared, I slid sideways, flipped off the coffin, faced the river, and drew both sabers. Two intersecting blades slashed directly at the water's surface.

The x-shaped saber energy entered the water, and as the turbulent river briefly split apart with the rushing saber energy, a woman in Qing Dynasty Manchu attire raised her head from beneath the split water, meeting my eyes.

Eye contact with ghosts is one of the taboos for exorcists.

No one knows whether they will live or die the moment their eyes meet a ghost, just like after a person is slashed with a knife, you can't predict which vital part of your body the opponent's blade will tear.

In just a split second, a red light burst from the woman's eyes, and a purple light flashed in my eyes.

As the two lights collided in mid-air, I felt like I had been hit hard, and my eyes flashed with gold stars, making it almost impossible to see anything. I fell into the water.

But a surprised "Eh?" came from the opposite side. The woman didn't seem to expect that I had a pair of ghost eyes.

Before my vision could recover, a strong wind rose above my head—the coffin that had been knocked away by the woman was falling!

I didn't have time to think, and moved my body to the side. The coffin in the sky slammed into the water, narrowly missing my shoulder. As the river water splashed up by the coffin fell like a torrential rain, I clearly heard someone say, "Things don't happen more than three times. I've let you go twice, and I won't let you go a third time. Either leave, or die!"

As the other party's voice trailed off, they had already retreated several meters away.

I took advantage of the situation to stand on top of the coffin, constantly exerting force with my feet, pressing the coffin into the water.

The moment the coffin touched the ground, I clearly felt a connection between the coffin and the tree roots. As the two trembled slightly at the same time, the river water that had approached the village entrance began to recede rapidly.

In less than half an hour, the river water had returned to its original position. The house where Old Liu guarded the water reappeared, but it was already riddled with holes. Not only were the doors and windows gone, but even the walls had a hole in them.

I rushed into the house and immediately saw the water pit exposed on the ground.

That should have been the location of the water tank, but the water tank had been smashed into pieces. The waterway below had also been filled with river water.

This time, the water ghost had truly entered the village.

I had always been unable to understand why, when I first arrived in Yulou Village, I discovered that a water ghost had dug a tunnel into Yulou Village, but I had never seen the ghost appear.

Now, I finally understood.

That water ghost didn't enter the village to kill people, but to find someone.

There should be someone in the village to meet it.

After the water ghost entered the village, the ghosts in the river attacked the military talisman, and floating corpses appeared under the Wang family tree. Even the flooding of the village entrance this time was actually creating opportunities for the mole in the village.

Even the floating corpses under the Wang family tree were deliberately arranged by the mole as a diversion, in order to distract our attention and buy time to receive the real water ghost into the village.

Now, that water ghost had arrived, and it had entered the village through the secret passage under the water tank.