Chapter 15 Do you know the phone number of a slaughterhouse?

Shen Yichuan chuckled softly, his tone languid yet subtly sharp:

"What do you mean by that, Young Master Jiang? My Shen family and the Xiao family have always been on good terms. Now that something like this has happened, it is only right that we go and offer our condolences."

He casually put his hands in his suit trouser pockets, but his gaze was sharply fixed on Jiang Yubai.

Jiang Yubai gave him a cold look, said nothing more, and turned back to the car.

With a roar of its engine, the black Cullinan sped away, leaving only acrid exhaust fumes behind.

Shen Yuepo stood still, feeling several probing or hostile gazes, but his expression remained calm.

She looked up and met Madam Shen's complex gaze, then simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Madam Shen's eyes welled up with tears, and she finally stepped forward to take her hand:

"Moon Spirit, where...where did you go today? Your mother is very worried..."

As Shen Yurou watched this scene, her nails dug deeply into her palms.

She stole her mother's attention, and now she wants to steal Yu Bai's attention too...

Shen Yurou stared intently at Shen Yuepo, her intense hatred almost destroying her reason.

She bit her lower lip hard, and when she looked up again, her eyes were slightly red.

She took two steps forward with a pitiful look, timidly glancing at Shen Yuepo:

"Sister...did you lead the Xiao family to Wanxing?"

Her voice was soft, as if she were simply curious, "But... how did you know Wanxing's body was there?"

She asked the question innocently, but her fingertips trembled slightly, and there was a barely perceptible panic hidden in her eyes.

Shen Yuepo's gaze slowly fell on her face. His cold eyes were as deep as a cold pool, making Shen Yurou feel a chill down her spine and inexplicably guilty.

After a long while, Shen Yuepo suddenly smiled and leaned close to her ear: "Because... her soul has always been following behind you."

Her voice was soft and eerie, like a cold wind, "She was soaking wet, with seaweed tangled in her hair, and she was lying on your shoulder—"

"ah!"

Shen Yurou screamed suddenly, her face turned pale, and she staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

"Yu Rou!"

Shen Yichuan and Shen Wangchuan's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed forward in one stride.

Shen Yichuan grabbed Shen Yurou, who was trembling, and shielded her behind him.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a strong warning and undisguised anger, fixing intently on Shen Yuepo:

"Shen Yuepo! That's enough! Yu Rou is timid and can't withstand your ghostly threats!"

Chairman Shen's temples throbbed, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

He said in a deep voice, "That's enough! Let's go inside and talk."

His gaze swept over Shen Yurou, who was still in shock and being protected in Shen Yichuan's arms. "The Xiao family... let's not go there for now."

His tone was heavy, filled with worry:

"The body was found in a villa under our Shen family's name. Judging from Jiang Yubai's murderous attitude tonight... the Xiao family probably already believes that Wanxing's death is related to us!"

He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes filled with gloom. "Tomorrow, I will go to the Xiao family in person and explain things clearly."

Inside the brightly lit living room of the Shen family, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the low-pressure center before a storm.

The huge crystal chandelier cast a warm light, illuminating the Shen family members on the sofa, each with a different expression.

Chairman Shen sat in the main seat, his gaze fixed on Shen Yuepo, who was sitting alone on a single sofa opposite him, dressed in a gray-blue Taoist robe that seemed out of place.

“Moon Soul,” he said in a deep voice, each word carrying scrutiny, “What exactly happened tonight? Did you lead the Xiao family to find Wanxing’s remains?”

He avoided the more offensive word "corpse".

Shen Yuepo raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression calm, as if he were merely discussing a trivial matter:

"I was entrusted with this task, so I must do my duty. Finding Xiao Wanxing's body will settle this matter."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yurou, sitting on the other end of the sofa, trembled almost imperceptibly and clenched her fists tightly.

Chairman Shen's gaze sharpened further as he pressed on: "Then how did you know... that Wanxing's body would be at the bottom of the villa's scenic lake?"

Shen Yuepo raised her eyes, her clear, cold gaze meeting Chairman Shen's scrutinizing eyes:

"Have you forgotten that I am a Taoist priest? People of the Xuanmen sect have their own methods."

Chairman Shen fell silent briefly upon hearing this.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice even lower, and asked the most crucial question:

"Then do you know who... killed Wanxing?"

This time, Shen Yuepo's gaze did not immediately answer him.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Shen Yurou, who was sitting next to Shen Yichuan, trying to curl up into a ball.

Shen Yurou felt that the gaze was tangible and carried a chilling coldness that instantly pierced through all her pretense.

Just as Shen Yurou was about to give up, Shen Yuepo suddenly withdrew his gaze.

"Want to know who the murderer is?" Shen Yuepo's voice regained its indifferent coldness, even carrying a hint of impatience. "To solve the case, find the police."

She leaned back lazily. "What do you need a Taoist priest like me for?"

Shen Yichuan sneered upon hearing this, "Playing tricks! You think you can't figure it out even if you're a Taoist priest?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo's lips curled into a smile.

Her gaze first fell on Shen Yichuan's brow bone.

"High brow bones indicate that you are resolute and decisive, and will achieve great success in your career." Her voice was calm.

"But the shape of your brow bone has the appearance of a solitary peak that protrudes outward, and beneath that peak, yin energy lingers."

Then, her gaze slid down to those eyes and brows that had captivated countless socialites.

"This is a very bad omen, indicating that evil spirits are clinging to you and gnawing at your vital energy day and night."

Shen Yichuan's cold smile froze instantly.

An indescribable chill suddenly shot up from the tailbone to the top of the head.

He instinctively raised his hand sharply and covered the inside pocket of his suit jacket tightly.

There, was a talisman he had specially obtained today from Qingyun Temple, the most popular temple on the outskirts of the capital.

"Alright. Stop talking!" Madam Shen said, seeing the tense atmosphere.

She hurriedly called out, "Everyone's tired today! We can talk about this tomorrow! Go back to your rooms and rest! Everyone go back to your rooms and rest!"

She practically pushed and coaxed the still-shaken Shen Yurou and Shen Wangchuan towards the stairs, then followed them up unsteadily herself.

The oppressive atmosphere in the waiting room eased slightly after Madam Shen and the others left.

Shen Yuepo also got up and went straight to his room on the second floor.

As you reach the corner on the second floor, a tall and slender figure leans against the wall; it is Shen Yichuan.

He tugged at his tie in frustration, cursing himself for losing his composure after being intimidated by Shen Yuepo's mysterious words; it was truly embarrassing.

Hearing footsteps, he straightened up and slowly strolled to the top of the stairs, blocking Shen Yuepo's path.

The light from the corridor wall lamps cast long shadows behind him, making his already tall figure appear even more imposing.

He looked down at Chen Yuepo below the steps, looking down at him from his high vantage point.

"Shen Yuepo is quite capable."

He drew out his voice, full of sarcasm, "You've only been away from home for half a day, and you've already managed to climb up Jiang Yubai's high branch?"

He sneered:

"Don't even think about taking Yu Rou's things. Even if Xiao Wanxing is dead, the position of the young mistress of the Jiang family is not for a Taoist priest who came back from the mountains."

Shen Yuepo stopped in her tracks and looked up at him.

She suddenly chuckled softly, a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

"Shen Yichuan," she began, her tone as indifferent as if she were asking about the weather, "do you know any slaughterhouses by phone?"

Shen Yichuan was taken aback by her sudden question, his brows furrowing: "What do you mean?"

Shen Yuepo was too lazy to explain, so he simply stepped aside and passed by him, the hem of his gray-blue Taoist robe brushing against his suit trousers.

Only a light, yet highly insulting, remark lingered in the air:

"Oh, never mind if you don't have any. I'll call the slaughterhouse myself later. There are some stupid pigs here that need to be taken away to be slaughtered."

"you!"

Shen Yichuan's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

He turned around abruptly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, as if he was about to explode.

Unfortunately, Shen Yuepo's figure had already disappeared at the top of the stairs.