My ghost eyes were already activated, but the other party’s will was desperately resisting. I could force my way through to get the answer, but the other person would definitely become an idiot.

Things in the martial world are often like this: sympathize with others, and your own people will die. Strike a deadly blow, and you end up killing innocent people indiscriminately.

The blood and darkness of the martial world will never give you the opportunity to follow the rules step by step or waver on the edge of moral standards.

I don’t deny that there are noble people in the world who sacrifice themselves for others, but I can't do it.

As the purple light in my eyes blazed wildly, the power of my ghost eyes shot straight into the other person’s niwan gong (third eye point).

Just as the Ghost Eye Secret Technique was about to destroy the other party’s consciousness, I saw two lines of tears streaming from the corner of the shop owner's eyes.

The reluctance and persistence in his eyes were just like when my dad drove me away: he would rather be crushed to pieces himself than protect his loved ones.

Should I kill him?

I suddenly dispersed the Ghost Eye Secret Technique: "Friend, can you read faces? Have you looked at your own face and seen what has changed?"

"I... I..." That person wanted to look in the mirror but didn’t dare to turn his head.

When I entered, I saw the sign for “Face Reading.” This person should be a face reader.

I said in a deep voice, "I can tell you that the signs of widowhood have already appeared on your face. The person you’re desperately trying to protect is already gone."

"If you want to hold on to that last glimmer of hope, I won't force you. If you want revenge, I can help you."

The shop owner turned his head to look in the mirror and burst into loud cries, covering his face with his hands: "Zhang Fang is not human! I watched him grow up, how could he be so cruel!"

The person's image in the mirror is somewhat different from the real person. The reason why face readers don’t read their own faces is because the image in the mirror is inaccurate.

If even the shadow in the mirror can fully reveal misfortune, then the face reader’s fate is beyond salvation.

I looked at the shop owner and shook my head. "Friend, if you don’t even have the courage to take revenge, then quickly use the mirror to contact Zhang Fang! Tell him I’m here."

"Li Po, is waiting for him here."

Amidst his wails of grief, the shop owner trembled and raised his hand to point to the left side of the Zhang family's shop.

There was a store without a sign, with a "For Transfer" sign still written on it. That was the real Zhang family's shop.

I cupped my fist at the shop owner who was still crying: "Thank you. I'll take on your revenge. If I unfortunately die in battle, please find someone else!"

As I pushed open the door and walked out of the Face Reading shop, I suddenly heard the sound of a body falling inside. When I turned around, the shop owner was already standing at the door, covered in blood.

Fresh blood flowed in lines from the cut on his neck and dripped onto the ground, but the tips of his feet were suspended three inches above the ground.

The shop owner had committed suicide.

In just a few seconds, he had cut his own throat.

Perhaps he had already decided to commit suicide, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

My arrival accelerated his death.

The shop owner said miserably, "Mr. Li, I have to take revenge for my wife and children myself."

"I don't have any other skills, only a little bit of *Ligui Jue* (Fierce Ghost Art) passed down from my family. I will turn into a fierce ghost and haunt Zhang Fang to death."

"Sir, can you take me to Zhang Fang's side? I only have a little savings, they're all..."

I waved my hand to interrupt him: "I didn't take your business, and I don't deserve your money. Take it and give it to those in need! As for you, I will take you to Zhang Fang. Come with me!"

"Thank you!" As the ghost spoke, blood flowed from his eyes.

The wronged soul was weeping blood, and in an instant, he transformed into a fierce ghost.

With a wave of my hand, the shop owner's ghost drilled into my sleeve. I took two steps and then stopped again: "Do you have any mirrors at home?"

The shop owner's voice came from my sleeve: "Yes, they're all in the box. I'll take you to find them."

I carried four mirrors on my back and walked into the Zhang family's shop. I hung the mirrors in pairs on the four walls, facing each other, and moved a chair to sit in the middle of the mirrors.

The images reflected from the mirrors were like tunnels leading to the netherworld, extending into the unknown space, and my shadows also appeared in the mirrors in multiple layers.

I raised my eyes to look between the square mirrors opposite me. All the figures in the mirrors turned their heads, and countless eyes focused on me from all four directions.

I shouted sternly, "Sorcerer Li Po is here. Yield, wandering souls! Those who do not leave within three breaths will be cut down!"

Half of the figures in the mirror immediately turned away and appeared in the mirror in a normal posture.

I shouted a second time: "Sorcerer Li Po is here to find someone. Those who have nothing to do, retreat! If you don't retreat, you will be cut down!"

If I was only issuing a warning the first time, then now I was truly about to strike.

When a sorcerer is handling matters, he must find the principal. If the nearby wandering souls get involved, it will be equivalent to opposing the sorcerer. The sorcerer will definitely cut down their souls.

Several figures in the mirror subconsciously moved their eyes. My gaze also followed the direction of those people's gazes.

There was only one figure sitting upright on a chair. If the other person didn't move, he would look exactly like my shadow.

I said in a deep voice, "I'm looking for Zhang Shun, not the principal. Retreat quickly."