Qingwen's face wore a professional smile, revealing a worldly air, completely lacking the maternal love a mother should possess.

"Ya'er, you're the best to Mom. The one who loves Mom the most in the world is Ya'er, isn't it? Everyone can bully Mom, everyone can treat Mom badly, but Ya'er won't. Ya'er's whole life is for taking care of Mom, protecting Mom, right?" Qingwen reached out and touched the mute boy's face.

The mute boy immediately nodded frantically, as if he had never been so happy.

"For Mom, Ya'er can do anything, Ya'er's everything can be given to Mom, right?" Qingwen still had a smile on her face, but that smile made people feel unspeakably sinister.

I realized the situation was bad. I was just about to stop the mute boy, but it was already too late. The mute boy smiled happily and quickly disappeared.

Qingwen's ghost power had already been absorbed by the black sword. Her ability to appear now was entirely dependent on the energy I temporarily lent her, and this little bit of energy could only support her to say a few words at most. There was no possibility of harming other people or ghosts. However, this didn't mean she couldn't receive power willingly contributed by other ghosts.

The mute boy sacrificed himself, giving all his ghost power to his mother. Although that little bit of ghost power was weak, it was an opportunity for Qingwen. With this power, Qingwen could temporarily avoid dissipating. If she could find a suitable place to recuperate, she could slowly restore her soul, even be reincarnated. But the mute boy would never appear again.

For his mother, the mute boy finally sacrificed everything he had. He left very happily, the last thing etched on his face was an incomparably bright smile, but my fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

How could there be such a mother in this world?

I struck with a hand seal, completely scattering Qingwen.

The mute boy sacrificed himself to give Qingwen a chance to be a ghost again, but I took away that chance, because I didn't think she deserved it.

Even if this was the boy's wish, even if the boy was willing to sacrifice everything for his mother, I couldn't accept it. This kind of woman didn't deserve to live in the world, and this kind of female ghost didn't deserve to exist in the underworld. Every moment she lingered in this world was a desecration to it.

With all the souls dissipated, the black sword fell to the ground like scrap iron.

I picked up the black sword. I had never seen the patterns on it before, and I couldn't determine who owned the sword for the time being.

The black sword had already devoured many souls and was almost a semi-finished product. Originally, I thought its owner wouldn't just watch me destroy the sword, and would come out to fight me, but until all the souls in the sword dissipated, no one appeared.

Then, the sword's owner was either not nearby, or was too steady, willing to lose a semi-finished sword rather than expose his identity.

It wouldn't be easy to find this evil cultivator.

But now I had already obtained this sword. Even if I couldn't decipher the information on the sword for the time being, I would be able to decipher it sooner or later. And I also believed that after the evil cultivator failed to refine the sword, he would definitely not give up so easily, and would definitely find another opportunity to refine other magical treasures. As long as he showed his true colors, I would definitely catch him.

I dismantled the spell formation and recited a few passages of scripture for the sake of deliverance, then took the black sword back to the shop.

Although I knew that the boy couldn't hear my passage of scripture for deliverance, I really had nothing else I could do.

Should I not have let Qingwen out? If I hadn't let Qingwen out, the boy wouldn't have died.

But if I hadn't let her out, would the result have been any better? The boy would still have been in pain and self-blame for not saving his mother.

Now, the boy had finally saved his mother to his heart's content. At least he was smiling before he dissipated. As for his mother's dissipation, that was something that happened later. He would never know. The last moment of his ghostly life was happy and fulfilling.

Was I good at finding excuses for myself? I clearly killed someone, but I still insisted on not admitting it?

Perhaps.

Forget it, I won't think about it. Things that have already happened and cannot be changed, just let them pass.

No one can do everything perfectly every time, and neither can I.

After returning to the shop, it was almost dawn. I slept until eleven o'clock in the morning before going downstairs to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a man in a suit and tie standing in front of my shop in the hot sun. When he saw me coming out, he immediately bowed to me respectfully.

"Shopkeeper Wan, hello."

I looked at the beads of sweat on the suited man's head and his slightly dehydrated look: "Have you been standing here for a long time?"

The man answered me with a polite smile. He had arrived at dawn. Because the shop was not open, he knew that I might have important things to do inside, so he did not disturb me and waited here directly.

Dawn came early in the summer. If he had come at dawn, he had probably been standing here for five or six hours. This was a big deal. I'm not some old master. Your show of respect is a bit too polite.

I let the suited man into the shop and poured him a glass of water: "What can I do for you?"

The suited man had just taken a sip when he saw me asking a question. He quickly put down the cup and stood up, introducing himself in a serious manner. He said that he was the secretary of the chairman of the Hua City Bai Group, surnamed He. He was here on the orders of their Chairman Bai to invite me to look at the feng shui of a house for the Bai family.

"Chairman Bai? Bai Tingting?"

"Exactly."

"You must have made a mistake, right? Are you sure your chairman wants to invite me? The Bai Group has money and people. There's no shortage of feng shui masters to invite. Why single me out? Although we used to be classmates, the commotion we had a while ago has long since wiped out that bit of classmate affection. Even if she has business, there's no need for her to take care of me, right?" I said without any politeness.

Secretary He was still so polite: "Shopkeeper Wan doesn't know this, but Chairman Bai has just taken over such a large family business. Everything is complicated and many things are not going smoothly. There are also many people within the group who have ideas about Chairman Bai. Therefore, although the Bai Group is full of talent, there are very few people that Chairman Bai can truly use. After thinking about it, rather than taking the risk of using them, it's better to find her old friends.

Chairman Bai is very clear about Shopkeeper Wan's abilities. Although there was a bit of a misunderstanding before, everything that needed to be settled has already been settled. The past is in the past. In the future, everyone will still be friends. Regarding the matter of the old house's feng shui, please be sure to go with me, Shopkeeper Wan."

"Sorry, I'm not very good at feng shui. If she really can't find anyone to help her with the feng shui, I can recommend a place to her. Just find someone from the Celestial Master's Mansion to go there. Their feng shui cultivation is at the graduate level. They can tell you clearly which directions are auspicious, which are ominous, which are prosperous for wealth, and which add to the family."

After saying that, I opened the door to see him off.

But the suited man didn't mean to leave, and instead handed me an envelope.

"After Shopkeeper Wan sees this, it should be easier to go and look at the feng shui for Chairman Bai, right?"