Chapter 71 I'll remember your vicious face even as a ghost.

Jiang Yubai slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile, a smile devoid of any warmth: "An acquaintance."

As he finished speaking, the twisting, writhing shadow in the center of the living room suddenly began to roll.

Several semi-transparent figures, exuding a strong aura of resentment, slowly coalesced into shape.

When she saw those faces clearly, Shen Yurou's pupils suddenly contracted.

She stumbled backward, her back slamming heavily against the wall.

Those faces... she would never forget those faces, not even in death.

It was those thugs she had instructed to harm Xiao Wanxing.

They...weren't they killed by that lord? Why are their ghosts here?!

These souls had clearly been imprisoned for a long time; their bodies were an unnatural bluish-gray, covered with black runes that looked like they had been burned.

The moment they appeared, the temperature in the entire living room plummeted, and a chilling wind swept through.

Their faces were filled with fear of Jiang Yubai, and one of the leading spirits spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Young Master Jiang, if we do as you say, you'll let us go, is that true?"

Jiang Yubai slowly raised his right hand.

Something had appeared in his hand without him noticing.

It was about the size of a palm, and looked like a short flute made from human bone.

The flute was covered with dense, dark red runes, which were now emitting a faint red glow.

At the end of the flute, the birth dates of the evil spirits before them were engraved.

When Shen Yurou saw the bone flute and the fear that the evil spirits had for Jiang Yubai, she instantly understood.

He imprisoned the souls of these people!

Jiang Yubai toyed with the bone flute, his gaze sweeping over the trembling souls, the corners of his mouth widening: "Of course."

"As long as you do exactly what you did to Wanxing back then, you can do it to her again."

His finger slowly pointed to Shen Yurou, who was slumped against the wall. "Then, I guarantee you can be free."

"No!"

Shen Yurou let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She scrambled to her feet and pulled out black dominoes from her elegant handbag.

"My lord! Save me!" Shen Yurou bit her index finger without hesitation and pressed her bleeding finger hard against the rune in the center of the dominoes.

Crimson blood instantly seeped into the dominoes, and the runes seemed to come alive, greedily absorbing her blood.

One second... two seconds... three seconds...

The dark red light on the dominoes flickered a few times before going out completely.

"Heh..." A laugh filled with mockery and glee rang out.

Shen Yurou suddenly looked up and saw Jiang Yubai staring at her with a devilish smile on his face.

"Don't waste your energy." He looked around the empty villa. "This villa has already been sealed off by five top masters, who have worked together to isolate all spiritual energy."

Every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Shen Yurou's already fragile nerves: "Here, no ghost will come to save you."

“Now…” Jiang Yubai raised his chin slightly and gave the final command to the evil spirits: “Begin.”

Fortunately, when he learned of the mysterious deaths of those thugs afterward, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

To this end, he spared no expense in hiring five top-tier so-called "masters of the mystical arts" to set up restrictions.

Today, he will never let her escape again.

Upon receiving the order, the demons pounced on Shen Yurou, who was limp on the ground.

"Tear!"

A piercing sound of tearing fabric rang out as Shen Yurou's expensive dress was violently ripped apart by a ghostly claw, exposing large patches of her snow-white skin to the air.

"Ah! Get away! Don't touch me!"

Shen Yurou screamed and twisted her body desperately, trying to avoid the cold, slippery touches.

The sensation was like being coiled by a venomous snake, making her so nauseous she almost fainted.

One of the evil spirits, with a hideous scar on its face, was the leader of a gang in its previous life.

At this moment, his face was almost pressed against Shen Yurou's, the stench of decay assaulting her nostrils, his voice hoarse and venomous:

"You filthy bitch!"

"We killed that girl as you asked, and afterwards you fucking had people silence us?! I'll remember your vicious face even as a ghost! Now, it's your turn!"

"No! It wasn't me! I didn't! Brother Yu Bai! Save me! Please! It really wasn't me! They're framing me!"

Shen Yurou was terrified and, with tears streaming down her face, frantically begged Jiang Yubai, who was standing in the shadows.

Jiang Yubai slowly took out his phone from the inside pocket of his suit, turned on the video recording function, and steadily pointed the camera at Shen Yurou, who was being entangled by evil spirits.

"Shen Yurou".

His voice was icy cold, "I'll ask you one last time, did you order those scumbags to kill Wanxing?"

Shen Yurou looked at the grotesque faces in front of her, "I...I..."

Her lips trembled, and her last attempt at explanation stuck in her throat.

Just then, the scarred demon let out a sinister laugh, and its cold, ghostly body suddenly pressed Shen Yurou firmly against the marble floor.

Another ghostly claw, chillingly sharp, roughly reached into the depths of her tattered clothes.

"ah!!"

The tactile sensation carrying a strong intent to invade, along with the visual impact of the grotesque ghost face so close at hand, became the final straw that broke Shen Yurou's rationality.

"It's me! It's me!!"

Shen Yurou's voice was filled with desperate madness, "I ordered them to do it! I made them gang rape Xiao Wanxing!"

"I hired people to kill them to silence them! It was me! I did it all! Please, please let me go!"

She screamed incoherently, confessing all her crimes under fear and torment, just to escape this inhuman torture.

Jiang Yubai tapped the phone screen lightly with his finger, stopping the recording.

A twisted, gleeful smile finally spread across his face.

He no longer listened to Shen Yurou's shrill cries, the demon's satisfied roar, or the cold, crashing sounds...

He turned around expressionlessly and went up the stairs to the second floor.

There is a terrace on the second floor facing the sea.

The sea breeze, carrying the salty, fishy scent and the aroma of freedom, blew in, but it couldn't dispel the deathly stillness emanating from him.

Jiang Yubai walked to the edge of the terrace and started using his phone.

He clicked on the video he had just recorded, selected it without hesitation, and sent it to the Shen family, the Xiao family, and Officer Huang Yong, who was in charge of Xiao Wanxing's case.

After doing all this, Jiang Yubai felt as if all her strength had been drained, and her body swayed slightly.

He leaned against the railing, like a shell whose soul had been emptied.

The screams and ravages downstairs were like a distant memory to him.

Just then, his phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket.