Chapter 188 Even my pet koi fish have turned belly up.

Xiaoyu seemed to understand the beautiful wish, and a smile sweeter than candy appeared on his illusory little face.

He took a lick of the candy, then nodded his little head happily at Chen Yuepo and said, "Thank you, sister."

As Xia Wanggui watched this scene, the last trace of concern in his eyes turned into tears of relief.

She smiled at Chen Yuepo.

Then, enveloped in golden light of merit, she floated toward Xiaoyu and took his hand.

Shen Yuepo raised her hand to shield herself from the outside world and opened the Gate of Hell.

Holding the lollipop in his hand, Xiaoyu curiously followed his mother as their figures slowly disappeared into the gates of hell.

Only the sweet aroma of candy seemed to linger on this land that had finally been cleansed of resentment, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Shen Yuepo slowly withdrew his hand and removed the barrier.

“Officer Li,” she turned around, her voice regaining its coldness.

"The resentment has dissipated, and the souls of the dead have found peace. Now, we can exhume the body and examine the remains to seek final justice for the mother and child."

The forensic experts and evidence collectors, who were already prepared, walked toward the grave accompanied by members of the Special Cases Bureau.

As the shovel fell, the soil was dug up, and the truth, which had been covered for more than a year, was brought to light again.

Qiao Dashan and the others lay sprawled on the ground like mud, their faces ashen.

The night in Luoshui Village finally restored its usual tranquility, tinged with a touch of melancholy.

Shen Yuepo contacted Zhao Yan, her voice still cold and clear: "Team Leader Zhao, the matter in Luoshui Village is over."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, his voice light and relaxed:

"That's wonderful, thank you for your hard work, Master Shen. You can collect the merit and golden light from the Special Case Bureau anytime after you return to the capital."

He paused, then added, "I'll send you the address via WeChat later."

"Okay," Shen Yuepo replied and hung up the phone.

My phone vibrated quickly; an address located in a certain district of Beijing had been sent to me.

That night, Shen Yuepo left Luoshui Village in a car arranged by the Special Case Bureau.

The car was traveling on the highway back to Illusion City, with blurry mountain shadows rushing past the window.

Suddenly, the silence inside the car was broken by a cell phone ringing.

The name "Lu Jin" was displayed on the screen.

Shen Yuepo answered: "Hello."

The voice on the other end of the phone, filled with obvious anxiety and a hint of lingering fear, came from Lu Jin: "Master Shen, help me! I... I think I've been possessed again!"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling quite helpless about this rich second-generation with his supposedly supernatural constitution.

The amulet she gave me is so powerful that ordinary evil spirits can't get close to it. How did this guy manage to do that?

"What happened?" Her voice betrayed little emotion.

"Well... just recently, I went to an antique auction, right?" Lu Jin spoke quickly, "I saw a particularly antique and charming short sword that seemed to have a lot of history, so I bought it."

His voice trembled with tears: "But ever since I brought this thing home, I've had terrible luck!"

"I choked on water, tripped and fell while walking on flat ground, and even my pet koi fish floated upside down!"

"But... but the amulet you gave me is still perfectly fine in my wallet, without any problems! So I suspect that there might be something wrong with the short sword itself."

Shen Yuepo raised her eyebrows slightly.

The fact that the amulet remained unharmed indicates that it was not caused by ordinary evil spirits.

If a short sword can cause a strong, healthy person with already good luck to be plagued by bad luck in a short period of time, then that short sword must really have some tricks up its sleeve.

"I understand." Shen Yuepo said succinctly, "I'll go and take a look when I return to the capital."

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Master Shen, you're my savior!" Lu Jin's voice instantly lit up with joy, as if she had grasped a lifeline.

The following afternoon, Shen Yuepo returned to his home in the capital, travel-worn and weary.

“Clatter.”

The moment the door opened, Shen Yuepo's steps faltered in the entryway.

A hint of surprise flashed in her cool eyes.

The once simple and spacious entryway is now... piled with things.

It's not luggage or miscellaneous items.

Instead, they are all kinds of ritual implements.

There was a completely black soul-suppressing bell; there was a jade ruyi scepter radiating a chilling aura; and even several scrolls of unknown material, faintly exuding powerful energy fluctuations...

These magical artifacts, each with its own unique shape, transformed the small entrance hall into a miniature treasure trove of the underworld.

Shen Yuepo stared at the entrance hall, which was almost impossible to step into, and remained silent for a full three seconds.

"Fengjin?"

She didn't even need to think; who else could have done this?

But what is he trying to do?

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

Feng Jin's tall figure appeared at the doorway.

He was dressed in his pajamas, looking somewhat relaxed.

Upon seeing Shen Yuepo, a pleased smile appeared on his thin lips as he strode over.

He naturally took Shen Yuepo's hand, his gaze sweeping over the small mountain of objects in the entryway. "You're back?"

He raised his chin and pointed to the pile of magical artifacts, "The gifts from those old folks were alright, so I brought them all to you."

He squeezed Shen Yuepo's palm. "Take it and play with it."

Shen Yuepo: "..."

This was the first time she had heard such bold words, but...

It makes me inexplicably happy.

She raised the hand that was not being held by Feng Jin, and the Reincarnation Ring flashed with a ghostly light, storing the magical artifact inside.

"When did you arrive?" Shen Yuepo turned to look at Feng Jin and asked.

"This morning."

Feng Jin answered casually, leading her inside, "Did things go smoothly?"

"Hmm," Shen Yuepo responded, without saying anything more.

Feng Jin didn't ask any further questions; he pulled Chen Yuepo into the room.

"Go take a nap," he said in a low voice. "I'll take you out to eat when you wake up."

Shen Yuepo was indeed a little tired, but upon hearing "going out to eat," she still subconsciously asked, "Why don't you have Ma Mian deliver it?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin lazily replied:

"Don't we all need to experience a date like ordinary people sometimes?"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

"Did you... watch some weird stuff again?"

“That’s called keeping up with the times.” Feng Jin confidently pulled out his phone and waved it in front of her.

Just as the phone shook, Shen Yuepo's gaze inadvertently swept across the lock screen wallpaper that lit up on the phone.

It's the photo of Feng Jin kissing her at the Xiao family's house last time.

Shen Yuepo's eyes widened instantly.

"When...when was this taken?!" She reached out to grab the phone.

Feng Jin swiftly retrieved his phone, a smug, mischievous smile playing on his lips as he stared intently at her.

"Naturally, the photo was taken whenever we kissed."

He showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, he stretched out his hand, palm up, towards Shen Yuepo: "Give me your phone."

Shen Yuepo instinctively covered his pocket: "What are you doing?"

"What for?" Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, with an expression that said, "Is that even a question?" "Of course, it's to change into them."

Shen Yuepo's cheeks flushed from his self-righteous request.

Looking at Feng Jin's face, she finally gave in.

She pursed her lips, took her phone out of her pocket, and handed it to him. "...The password is 888888."

After saying that, she seemed unable to bear the ambiguous and embarrassing atmosphere any longer, and too lazy to care how Feng Jin was going to play with her phone, she went straight to the dressing room to change into a set of loungewear.

Lying in bed, she wrapped herself up completely in the blanket from head to toe, forming a tight cocoon, with only a wisp of her dark hair showing.

The movement was executed in one fluid motion, carrying a hint of fleeing in disarray.