Chapter 77 Chairman Shen, Have You Thought This Through?

The words “Mingye” were uttered.

Zhang Zude, who had been shouting wildly just moments before, now seemed to have his throat gripped.

He stared intently at Shen Yuepo, "You... how do you know about Lord Mingye? Who exactly are you?!"

Shen Yuepo straightened up and looked down at him, her cold face appearing as if covered with frost under the lamplight.

"You only need to answer my question: what deal did you and him make?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zude's eyes darted away, and he shut his mouth tightly, completely feigning death.

"Speak!" Shen Wangchuan, who had already called the police, shouted sternly upon seeing this scene.

Chairman Shen and his wife also looked at Shen Yuepo and Zhang Zude with surprise and uncertainty.

Although they didn't understand who "Mingye" was, judging from Zhang Zude and Shen Yuepo's reactions, Mingye was no good person.

Seeing Zhang Zude's stubborn resistance, Shen Yuepo knew that asking any further questions would be futile.

Soon, the police arrived at the Shen family home and took Zhang Zude away, but they could not take away the biting chill that hung over the old Shen family house.

Ignoring the various gazes and hesitant expressions of the Shen family members in the study, Shen Yuepo went straight back to the guest room.

Time ticked by, and the old house was left with only a chilling, deathly silence.

Finally, midnight arrived.

The Yin energy is at its peak between heaven and earth, which is also the time when Yin and Yang interact and evil energy is most active.

Shen Yuepo slowly opened her eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness in those clear, cool eyes, only a serene clarity.

She got up, pushed open the door, and walked towards the backyard.

From afar, you can see that the area in the backyard that has been deliberately cleared out is brightly lit.

The Shen family members stood there with solemn expressions, their eyes fixed on the center of the arena.

The air was filled with the strong smell of burning incense and paper money, as well as an increasingly chilling energy fluctuation.

Inside the arena, three feng shui masters, hired at great expense from the capital, were presiding over the ritual to ward off evil spirits.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

Holding a peach wood sword, he performed a series of ritualistic steps, chanting incantations as the sword tip continuously pointed at several burning yellow talismans floating in the air.

The talismans emitted bluish-white flames as they burned, transforming into streaks of light that attempted to strike an invisible node in the center of the backyard.

But each impact seemed to strike an invisible wall, sparks flying and muffled cracking sounds emanating from it, causing the old man's face to paler.

Another middle-aged man, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit and holding a compass, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The compass needle in his hand spun wildly, as if it had lost its direction.

He kept changing positions, driving copper coins engraved with runes into the ground, trying to pin down the surging Yin energy in the earth's veins.

However, as soon as the copper coins hit the ground, they made a "sizzling" sound, and black rust quickly spread across their surface. Some of them even shattered.

The middle-aged man groaned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The third person was an old woman dressed in a dark blue cloth robe and holding a string of dark brown Bodhi prayer beads.

She sat cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed, rapidly turning the prayer beads in her hands, and constantly uttering Buddhist chants from her throat, attempting to purify the place with the true Dharma of Buddhism.

A ring of pale golden Buddhist light emanated from her body.

But as soon as the Buddha's light touched the most concentrated evil energy in the center of the backyard, it melted violently like ice and snow meeting boiling oil, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound.

The old woman's face grew paler and paler, and her body swayed slightly, clearly suffering a huge backlash.

This "trapped dragon in water, gathered yin and locked evil" formation now unleashed a power far exceeding the three's expectations.

It was like a venomous dragon that had been thoroughly enraged, coiled up in the heart of the backyard, and firmly locked up the earth's yin energy in the entire Shen family mansion.

"Imperial decree! Break!"

The white-robed old man's hair and beard bristled, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the peach wood sword.

The sword instantly burst forth with a dazzling red light. He roared and thrust it fiercely towards the center of the formation with all his might.

"Buzz!"

A chilling buzzing sound rang out.

Where the peach wood sword pierced, space seemed to distort, and a dense aura of malevolence erupted.

"puff!"

The white-robed elder was the first to be hit, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the peach wood sword breaking in two with a "crack".

He staggered backward and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, his face as white as paper and his breath weak.

"Senior brother!"

The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit was furious and wanted to rush forward to help, but the compass needle in his hand suddenly spun wildly, and then with a "crack", the surface of the compass cracked directly.

At the same time, the copper coins that had just been driven into the ground beneath his feet exploded with a "bang," scattering fragments everywhere.

He groaned, clutching his chest and staggering back several steps, clearly suffering internal injuries as well.

"Amitabha..." The old woman's chanting of the Buddha's name was interrupted abruptly. The Bodhi prayer beads in her hand snapped with a "crack," and the beads rolled to the ground.

Her body trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground in front of her, staining the scattered Buddhist beads red.

Shen Yuepo stood quietly in the shadows of the corridor, taking in the entire scene.

Her cool face showed no surprise, only calm, as if she were watching a play with a predetermined ending.

The three masters were hurriedly helped up by their assistants.

The elderly man, his face ashen and pale, struggled to approach the Shen family members with the help of his assistant, his voice weak:

"Chairman Chen... I'm sorry. We've done our best..." he gasped. "This feng shui arrangement is extremely ominous, beyond our capabilities."

"There seems to be a sinister and powerful force underground, like a living thing, entrenched and guarding it, which is simply... simply impossible to shake..."

“Yes, Mr. Shen,” the middle-aged man in gray clutched his chest, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and added with a wry smile, “this is no longer an ordinary feng shui affliction; it's more like some kind of restriction, and the backlash is too strong…”

The old woman simply shook her head helplessly, everything understood without words.

The Shen family members looked at each other in dismay; their last hope had been completely shattered.

Madam Shen slumped into Chairman Shen's arms, "Husband, what...what should we do?"

Shen Yichuan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain, only a sense of powerlessness with nowhere to vent his frustration.

Just then, Shen Yuepo, who had been standing quietly in the shadows of the corridor, slowly walked out.

The moonlight shone on her, as if coating her with a layer of silver light, making her expression appear even more aloof.

She walked straight up to Chairman Shen, ignoring the atmosphere around her, and calmly asked, "Chairman Shen, have you thought this through?"

Chairman Shen suddenly looked up and met Shen Yuepo's calm, expressionless eyes.

There was no mockery or anger in his eyes; it was as if he were looking at an insignificant stranger.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry and hoarse: "I...we will find a true master again, there must be a way..."

“No need,” Shen Yuepo’s voice calmly interrupted him.