Jiangli looked coldly at Chu Xi’s father and his tone was rather calm, "Of course, as long as you can do it."
Chu Xi moved the corners of his mouth, just about to say something.
Jiangli gave him a light, floating glance, as if giving a warning.
Chu Xi choked on his words and did not speak.
Chu Xi’s father then gritted his teeth and said, "I, I can do it! I will go back to my hometown right now!"
Jiangli laughed lightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, "There’s no need to be in such a hurry. In two days, isn’t it the anniversary of that child’s death?"
Chu Xi’s mother was taken aback, lowered her head to calculate, and exclaimed in amazement, "It is... indeed the day after tomorrow."
Jiangli said, "As her death approaches, the evil Qi will grow stronger, recoiling onto you Chu family members. These two days, warn your other two daughters to go out less, avoid sharp objects like knives, and also be careful that your husband and son don’t come across accidents."
Chu Xi’s mother’s heart jumped violently.
Before she could speak, Jiangli looked towards Chu Xi’s father, his tone a bit more serious, "You will rush back tomorrow morning and leave for repentance after 11 PM, which is after midnight, counting as the early hours of the day after tomorrow."
Chu Xi’s father would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous or scared.
Leaving in the dead of night...
Thinking of his younger sister’s eerie grave, a chill couldn’t help but run through his heart.
He wanted to plead with Jiangli again.
But when he looked up and caught Jiangli’s cold gaze.
Chu Xi’s father was too ashamed to continue and could only stiffly agree, "Okay... I just need to do that, right?"
"How the three nails were buried initially, you will extract them yourself in the same way, and additionally clean off the Fire Dragon Skin thoroughly."
As she spoke, Jiangli took out a piece of Yellow Ritual Paper and a Vermilion Writing Brush to start drawing a talisman.
A minute later, she finished drawing a talisman and handed it to Chu Xi’s father, "This is a Soul-Calming Talisman. Take it with you. When the time comes, pick up her bones with a red cloth, place the Soul-Calming Talisman among them, and bring them to Jiaoyang Temple, where I will find another auspicious burial site to facilitate her redemption."
Chu Xi’s father, hearing he had to bring back the bones, grew even more frightened.
However, before he could speak, Jiangli warned, "Remember, you need to do it all yourself, you can’t have someone do it for you, and you must hold onto the bones the entire way back."
Chu Xi’s father: "..."
"Otherwise, the backlash will be even more severe."
This one sentence blocked all of Chu Xi’s father’s excuses.
Chu Xi’s father wordlessly reached out to take the Soul-Calming Talisman.
Jiangli then took another talisman from the drawer and handed it to him.
Chu Xi’s father couldn’t help but ask, "This is..."
"It’s for your life," Jiangli said with a smile.
Chu Xi’s father, hearing this, let out a sigh of relief and eagerly took it.
Jiangli, with a slight smile, added, "One talisman for a hundred thousand, two talismans for two hundred thousand. Please settle the bill."
Chu Xi’s father’s expression immediately stiffened, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Two hundred thousand?!"
Song Taishan, who had been waiting for news from Jiangli, and Wenru were both stunned upon hearing this.
Wasn’t a talisman ten thousand?
How did it become ten times that for Chu Xi’s father!
Jiangli blinked, "Yep, it’s two hundred thousand. If Old Master Chu is reluctant, then never mind. If anything happens to your family from now on, it won’t have anything to do with me."
Chu Xi’s father choked.
At that moment, a hand reached over.
Chu Xi held his phone out.
Xia Xin immediately displayed the payment code.
Chu Xi, with an unchanged expression and unfazed composure, paid two hundred thousand—not for himself, not for Chu Xi’s father, but as Jiangli said, even for his sister, to prevent her from being forever trapped there.
This two hundred thousand had to be spent.
Seeing this, Chu Xi’s father had nothing to say and silently lowered his head.
Only then did Jiangli see some genuine regret on his face.
Perhaps Chu Xi’s father had never thought that he would pay such a high price to atone for his mistake.
If he had known this from the beginning, maybe he wouldn’t have acted so rashly.