Some people in the village started to have the same problem. Their symptoms were like that of Old Hong. After midnight, they would run away from home and vow something. Then, they would start to burn the homes of rich people. 

At first, there was only one person affected. Gradually, the number increased. This was the real purpose of the spirit! 

This group of people hated evildoers as their archenemies. They even went to the rich houses and robbed them in daylight! It was no use to report to the police because they didn’t remember what had happened to them or what they had done. The police were helpless. 

Old Hong’s family members sighed and were worried. Of course, they knew what was causing trouble to the villagers. 

“Brother Jiulin, wasn’t that thing destroyed?” asked Hong Tianbao gloomily.  

I didn’t know how to answer him. The otherworldly item was imprisoned by my talismans. In theory, such incidents shouldn’t happen. 

Li Mazi saw our glum faces and half-joked with us. “Perhaps the ghost of Hong Xiuquan deceived us…” 

After listening to Li Mazi, I carefully replayed the incidents in my head. I knew I had underestimated Hong Xiuquan. I had...