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The soldering iron was imprinted on the old master's chest, and the scissors fell on his hair. In a short while, all kinds of marks appeared on his body.

Scalded, bitten, punched... and even pricked by needles.

Taoist Master Guanglun really could not sing anymore.

They stood there awkwardly.

"That vengeful spirit doesn't want us to save the master, does it?" Yuan Changzi asked.

He could capture a soul, but... he did not know what was the story behind it!

"I don't think so." Xie Qiao shook her head, "The master of this house is very lecherous. When he was alive, he caused the death of someone. I suspect that he has some strange fetishes, that's why he tortured a woman to death. Now that he's dead, he's just being tortured by someone else." 

Yuan Changzi sighed. "When will there be an end to this?" 

Xie Qiao looked at him with a complicated gaze.