Chapter 62 Even if I am never reincarnated—I am willing!

With a roar, the resentment around her transformed into countless burning, illusory black flame chains, lashing towards Chen Yuepo.

Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed, and he took several steps back.

At the same time, he made a hand seal with his right hand, and a copper coin flew out.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The chains of resentment, burning with black flames, lashed fiercely against the golden light, producing a sound like a branding iron searing flesh.

Black smoke billowed, and golden light fluctuated violently.

Shen Yuepo's cold voice reached the female ghost's ears:

"Stop now. Heaven's justice is clear and its laws are in order. If you take a life, you will suffer unimaginable torture in the underworld, be condemned to eternal damnation, and never be reincarnated!"

"Laws and regulations?"

"Reincarnation?"

The female ghost's voice was filled with mockery and madness, "Heaven's will? Haha ...

Her resentment surged again, and her half-undamaged face twisted in hatred:

"Him! A phoenix man who climbed out of a poor mountain village! I saw his ambition, so I emptied my savings and begged my parents to use their connections to help him start a business,"

"It was me! I was there for him through the toughest times!"

"It was me! I used my family's resources to elevate him to a position of nobility!"

Her voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp and piercing:

"But what about him? The company went public, and he started to look down on me! He wanted to hook up with the chairman's daughter, clear obstacles, and take all the shares my parents left me—that beast!"

"He...he locked the doors and windows while I was sleeping, poured gasoline on the room, and set it on fire!"

She pointed to the cozy villa, her burning ghostly eyes almost dripping with blood and tears, "I...I was burned alive in the bedroom!"

"What's even more ridiculous is..." The female ghost's voice trembled with sarcasm, "He posted an obituary online, saying that his beloved wife had died unexpectedly and that he was in unbearable grief, marketing his image as a devoted lover!"

"I'll use my death to gain sympathy and solidify his position!"

The black flame chains surrounding her danced wildly, emitting a shrill sound as they tore through the air.

"He meticulously planned and created a perfect alibi. Everyone believed his deep affection, and everyone thought it was an accident!"

Her voice carried a chilling madness:

"The Way of Heaven? Where is it? Justice? Where is it? Whom does it judge?!"

"I can't wait until that day! I just want him dead! I want him to die a million times more painfully than I have! I want his soul to be scattered to the winds!"

Her gaze was once again fixed on the second-floor window, where shadows moved about, seemingly depicting a happy family of three.

She transformed into a wisp of black mist, ready to rush towards the villa without regard for anything else.

Shen Yuepo shouted sharply, and with a flash of golden light, he blocked her way once again.

Seeing this, the female ghost attacked even more frantically, completely disregarding the loss of her own soul:

"Get out of my way, or I'll kill you too!"

With a light touch of her toes, Chen Yuepo gracefully retreated, avoiding the female ghost's sharp chains.

She made a hand seal, creating a pale golden barrier between them, her voice clear and cool with a hint of admonition:

"Do you know what price you'll pay if you kill him now?"

"Your resentment is connected to the earth's veins. Once you personally take a life, it will immediately trigger the Netherworld Thunder, causing your body and soul to perish, leaving you no chance for reincarnation."

Is it worth it for such a scumbag?

The female ghost's attack suddenly stopped.

She hovered in mid-air, and the surging resentment around her seemed to freeze for a moment.

Those ghostly eyes stared intently at Shen Yuepo, the flames leaping and reflecting the pain on one half of her face and the ferocity on the other.

Her voice was hoarse, but resolute:

"worth."

"I want him to experience every fear and pain I felt before I died!"

Even if they are never to be reincarnated—

"I am willing!"

Shen Yuepo remained silent.

She had seen too many vengeful ghosts, some blinded by resentment, others driven mad by hatred.

But this person before us, in a state of lucidity, so resolutely chose a path of eternal damnation, solely to exact revenge...

This is the first time.

At that moment, faint laughter came from the second floor of the villa, so warm it was almost jarring.

The golden light that had gathered at Shen Yuepo's fingertips quietly extinguished.

She slowly lowered her hand.

The golden light that had been swirling around the female ghost vanished, and the copper coin flew back to her waist.

Shen Yuepo stepped aside, clearing the way to the villa.

The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, and a fleeting look of pity flashed in her eyes.

"Go."

Two words, spoken so softly, yet they seemed to open the gates of hell.

The female ghost paused, gazing intently into Shen Yuepo's eyes.

She knew that if this person insisted on stopping her, she had no chance of winning.

"Thank you... Master, for your kindness."

The next second, the resentment around her surged, turning into a black mist that instantly pierced through the villa's window.

"ah!

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Help!"

A man's scream, as if he were being choked, suddenly erupted inside the villa.

This was followed by the woman's terrified screams and the child's heart-wrenching cries.

However, the expected scene of carnage did not materialize.

Standing in the shadows of the garden, Shen Yuepo clearly saw with her spiritual senses that the female ghost did not directly attack the terrified woman and child.

Her powerful resentment acted like an invisible barrier, separating the mother and child into another dimension.

They could only see the man suddenly go mad, screaming and struggling at the air, but they couldn't see the female ghost's true form, nor could they feel any chill.

In fear, they instinctively screamed and huddled together, scrambling and crawling away from the bedroom and downstairs.

The female ghost poured all her power and hatred precisely onto the man in the suit.

She revealed her most terrifying true self.

The remains were half-burnt to the bone.

She stretched out her charred hand bones and pressed them directly onto the top of his head.

“Zhou Qiang…”

The female ghost's voice, eerily calm, penetrated directly into the depths of the man's soul: "Look at me! See who I am!"

"Look at the people you burned to death! Look at the deep affection you built with my blood and bones!"

Zhou Qiang's eyes were instantly filled with the terrifying image of the female ghost.

He felt as if he had returned to that bedroom filled with the smell of gasoline.

The scorching flames, so intense they made it impossible to breathe, consumed his soul; he could even smell the burning flesh on his skin.

In reality, his body convulsed violently, he foamed at the mouth, made incoherent hoarse sounds, and became incontinent.

His crotch was instantly soaked, and a pungent, fishy stench filled the air.

He saw the despair in his ex-wife's eyes as she died, and he saw his own grinning face as he poured gasoline on her.

"No...no...spare me...spare me..."

Tears streamed down his face as he frantically kowtowed in front of the empty space.

His forehead slammed against the floor with a loud thud, and blood flowed freely.

"I was wrong! I deserve to die, I'm not human! Please, please let me go... please let me go..."

He completely broke down, his mind destroyed by the hallucinations created by the female ghost's resentment.

Just then, the once clear night sky was suddenly covered by rolling dark clouds.

From deep within the clouds, thunder roared down with terrifying pressure, locking onto that bedroom in the villa.