“If the ghost is hungry, it will be obsessed with the last meal it couldn’t have in its lifetime. If it's a frozen ghost, it will be obsessed with a warm coat. If the wife can't bear to part with you, all you need to do is let her appear and meet you, and the problem will be solved. But now, you and the concubine poisoned her together and covered up her death. Unfortunately, the concubine's fingertip blood revealed the truth of the wife's death. I believe the landlord should know her purpose."
The landlord knew better than anyone that everyone has enemies, but he was somewhat unwilling, so he summoned the Eater of Bones Palace, attempting to scatter the vengeful ghost.
"No matter what her purpose is, she is dead. Do we still have to have trouble with the living! Have I treated her badly? I have been considerate to her all these years. Her death was more of a boon than a harm. Does she still want to cause trouble?"
When someone is thoroughly bad, even their absurd reasoning can be considered just. The landlord was so frightened that he became furious. Even if he killed her once, he believed he could kill her again.
He took out the household's protective sword, dropped the scabbard, and the sharp blade emitted a dazzling light in the eerie atmosphere. Lingling felt the cold air in the room ease a bit.
The boy, still clutching Lingling's shoulder, looked at the vengeful ghost with his big eyes, curious about what was happening. Lingling, realizing the boy's fear, comforted him.