Chapter 26 Those who betray me, I will kill on sight.

Shen Yuepo returned to her room and locked it.

She haphazardly pulled a few clean yellow talismans from her pocket and roughly pressed them onto the bite marks on the side of her neck.

After stopping the bleeding on her neck, she took off the gray-blue Taoist robe stained with her own blood and tossed it carelessly into a corner.

He changed into a spare Taoist robe and sat cross-legged on the cold bed.

He channeled his spiritual energy, attempting to dispel the lingering evil energy eroding his left shoulder wound.

"hiss……"

She gasped, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

The physical pain and inner anger made her want to find a place to vent her anger, but this damned Shen family mansion didn't even have a quiet place.

Just as she gritted her teeth, preparing to forcefully expel the evil spirits using even more ruthless methods—

The white jade bracelet on her wrist vibrated slightly without warning.

Immediately afterwards, an exceptionally pure warm current silently seeped out from the bracelet and flowed slowly along her meridians.

The force flowed precisely to the wounds on her neck and left shoulder.

Shen Yuepo shuddered, suddenly opened her eyes, and stared in disbelief at the white jade bracelet on her wrist.

It is the ashes.

Is he using his primal power to heal her?

Although this power was weak, Shen Yuepo could clearly sense that it was no ordinary spiritual power, but rather a life force containing the origin of the laws of the underworld.

For someone in his current condition, this is likely quite taxing.

She instinctively wanted to resist and force the force out.

However, under the nourishment of this warm current, her injuries and surging blood were indeed recovering at an astonishing speed.

Forcibly expelling them will only make matters worse.

Finally, Shen Yuepo closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, letting the warm current flow through his meridians.

The primal power of Fengjin is extremely domineering, yet it also carries an indescribable gentleness.

Like the karmic fire deep in the underworld, it both burns everything and gives birth to new life.

Her wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the hidden injury on her left shoulder caused by the evil energy was completely cleansed.

The healing process ended, and the warm current receded like a tide.

The stinging sensation in my left shoulder and the burning sensation on the side of my neck have almost completely disappeared, and the surging blood and qi have also completely subsided.

The white jade bracelet regained its warm and smooth texture and no longer showed any unusual signs.

Shen Yuepo slowly opened her eyes, her gaze regaining its clarity, but her eyes remained as cold as ever when she looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist.

She sat cross-legged on the cold bed, not looking at the bracelet, as if speaking to thin air, her voice hard and devoid of any warmth:

"Is what you're looking for at the Shen family ancestral home?"

The white jade bracelet remained silent for a moment.

Feng Jin's deep voice slowly came through, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue: "No."

Shen Yuepo frowned slightly and continued to press, "What exactly are you looking for?"

silence.

After a long time, when Shen Yuepo thought he was going to pretend to be dead again, Feng Jin finally spoke slowly:

"I am the Great Emperor of the Northern Yin of Fengdu, who rules over the Nine Netherworlds and commands all ghosts."

He directly revealed his identity, confirming Shen Yuepo's previous guess.

"A change has occurred in Fengdu. A ghost emperor has colluded with external demons to plot against me. While I was in seclusion healing my wounds, they joined forces to impersonate me as a false emperor and carry out a rebellious act."

His voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Stop!" Shen Yuepo rubbed his ears. "Can you stop using such flowery language? It's not like you're chanting a spell."

Feng Jin: "..."

After a long silence, he continued:

"I was seriously injured, so I scattered and hid the Fengdu Seal and the Soul-Locking Chain that binds all ghosts, but now I can't find their exact location."

"The purpose of this trip is to retrieve these two items."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo immediately grasped the key point, "So you're not going back to Fengdu because you're unsure how many traitors are left?"

"Um."

"That old woman just now..." Shen Yuepo thought of the sinister old woman in the backyard, "Was she also one of the traitors? Why was she in the Shen family?"

“Her aura is indeed from the lineage of the Northern Ghost Emperor,” Feng Jin’s voice deepened.

"But she was tainted with an extremely filthy stench."

Shen Yuepo suddenly realized why the old woman's power was so strange and sinister that even she had been caught off guard.

"Then why didn't you press her for details about who was behind this? Or at least find out why she was there?"

Silence fell once again inside the jade bracelet.

This time the silence lasted even longer, and Shen Yuepo could even sense a hint of embarrassment.

Finally, Feng Jin's voice rang out, carrying an air of matter-of-fact, "Interrogation?"

The voice carried an air of disdain for all things: "Why should I question the actions of ants?"

He paused, each word radiating the cold indifference of someone who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood: "Those who betray me, upon seeing them—will be executed!"

Shen Yuepo: "..."

She took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.

The logic of this Emperor of Fengdu is simple and direct.

To him, traitors were worthless, there was no need to interrogate them, and once he saw them, he would simply eliminate them.

The capital city.

Shen Yurou was lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, her long eyelashes casting a fragile shadow under her eyes.

Madam Shen sat by the bed, tightly holding Shen Yurou's uninjured hand, her tears never stopping.

Chairman Shen stood by the window, his back heavy, looking at the deep night outside with a furrowed brow.

Shen Wangchuan sat on the sofa not far away, his face still pale, his eyes bloodshot, lost in thought.

Shen Yichuan was restless, pacing back and forth, glancing worriedly at the person on the hospital bed every now and then.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and heavy.

Suddenly, a very faint groan came from the hospital bed.

"Hmm..."

Shen Yurou's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly, with great effort, opened her eyes.

Those eyes had lost their former liveliness and sweetness, leaving only a deep, unyielding bewilderment, as if they had just escaped from a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

"Yu Rou! Yu Rou, you're awake?!"

Madam Shen was the first to rush to the bedside, overjoyed, her voice trembling:

"How are you feeling? Does your wound hurt? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?"

She fired off a series of questions, her voice tinged with the joy of something lost and then regained.

Chairman Shen, Shen Wangchuan, and Shen Yichuan immediately gathered around, holding their breath and watching her nervously.

Shen Yurou's gaze swept blankly over the relatives gathered around the bed. There was no grievance or blame in her eyes, only a deathly desolation.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice hoarse and weak, carrying a weariness born of despair:

"dad……"

"……mom……"

"...Big brother...Second brother..."

With each word she uttered, her voice grew weaker, as if she had used up all her strength.

Chairman Shen didn't speak, his gaze fixed on her face.

"Mom is here, Mom is here!" Madam Shen cried uncontrollably.

Shen Wangchuan and Shen Yichuan responded eagerly.

Shen Yurou's gaze slowly moved across their faces, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.

She looked at them, her eyes filled with a heartbreaking sorrow:

"Why...why doesn't anyone believe me..."

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, yet it was like a dull knife, cutting cruelly into the hearts of everyone in the Shen family:

"Why would you rather believe the slander of outsiders than listen to a word I say?"

"I'm so... tired..."

"I don't want to... explain anymore..."

After saying that, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, closed her eyes in despair, and let the tears flow silently down her face.

Those tightly closed eyelids and the silent tears that slid down were more lethal than any hysterical wailing.

"Yu Rou, your father and mother believe in you, your brothers believe in you!" Madam Shen hugged her daughter's arm, crying her heart out.

"We were foolish! We shouldn't have asked you! We shouldn't have doubted you! From now on, if anyone dares to say a bad word about you, Mom will fight them to the death!"

"Yu Rou, it was my fault, I'm a bastard!" Shen Yichuan slapped himself hard across the face, his voice choked with sobs.

"If my second brother ever dares to doubt you again, may he be struck by lightning!"

Looking at his sister's heartbroken expression, Shen Wangchuan spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse:

"Yu Rou, I'm sorry, brother was wrong."

Chairman Shen's eyes darkened slightly, but he still spoke to comfort her, "Yu Rou, don't overthink it. Dad is just trying to find out what happened."

Shen Yurou kept her eyes closed, seemingly immersed in her own world of despair, ignoring their repentance.

Only the constantly falling tears and the trembling eyelashes were visible.

Seeing this, Madam Shen felt even more heartbroken. She quickly gave Shen Wangchuan and Shen Yichuan a meaningful look and said urgently in a low voice:

"Quick, let's get out of here! Let Yu Rou rest. She needs some peace and quiet."

She was afraid of further agitating Shen Yurou's fragile and sensitive nerves.