Chapter 205 I know you resent me, hate me! It's okay! Hate me all you want.
Meng Guichen also put down his chopsticks, which he had been arguing with Lin Yanxin over the tripe.
Her alluring eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as she carefully observed the visitor at the door.
After a moment, she slowly shook her head and parted her red lips slightly, "She is not mute."
"Humans have three souls and seven spirits. After death, the seven spirits dissipate with the physical body, while at least one of the three souls returns to the netherworld."
“But it seems that the woman’s three souls have been forcibly imprisoned by someone using a sinister secret method.” Meng Guichen’s tone turned cold.
"What we are seeing now is probably just a small part that was torn out from her huge soul, or rather, a fragment of an obsession that broke free."
"It has no full consciousness, cannot think, cannot speak, and cannot even feel pain. Its only meaning of existence is perhaps..."
Meng Guichen turned his gaze to Shen Yuepo, "Find the person you're looking for."
Meng Guichen's words instantly made the atmosphere in the room heavy.
The heat from the hot pot seemed to have frozen a bit.
Shen Yuepo put down his chopsticks and his gaze fell on the girl at the door.
She stood up and walked step by step toward the girl.
"so…"
Shen Yuepo's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent courtyard, "You went to great lengths, endured excruciating pain, to find this place. What exactly do you want to tell me?"
"Or rather... what do you want me to do for you?"
The girl in black remained expressionless and unresponsive.
But when Shen Yuepo got close enough, there seemed to be a slight tremor in her empty eyes.
The girl in black raised her hand and pointed out of the Taoist temple, towards the direction of the mountains and forests.
The girl's spirit seemed stiff, but the gesture she was pointing at was unusually firm.
Then, her empty eyes turned to Chen Yuepo again, and then she slowly drifted backward.
It floated to the courtyard gate, stopped, and stubbornly continued to point into the depths of the mountains and forests.
Shen Yuepo took a step forward, about to chase after him.
Seeing this, Lin Yanxin stepped in front of Shen Yuepo and said warily:
"Little Moon, be careful, this might be a trap. This girl's spirit is too strange. If she's leading you out now, what if it's a trap?"
Shen Yuepo raised her hand and pushed Lin Yanxin away, her expression calm: "It's nothing."
Before she finished speaking, a thought flickered in her mind, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy suddenly rose from her body.
The intensity and pressure of that spiritual power far exceeded what she felt when she descended the mountain, and it even faintly carried the aura of the Lord of the Underworld.
Startled by the sudden burst of spiritual power, Lin Yanxin took a half-step back, her eyes widening in disbelief, and her voice trembling:
"I...I'm going to die! Little Moon, you've only been down the mountain for less than a year, right?! What's with this spiritual power? Even a rocket couldn't speed it up like this!"
Shen Yuepo glanced at him indifferently, her tone slightly disdainful: "If you sleep in less and read fewer comics, you can still improve."
There was one last thing she didn't dare say aloud, and that was...
Sleep with Meng Guichen a few more times.
She ignored the devastated Lin Yanxin and turned her gaze back to the girl. "Since she's leading the way, I'll go with her and see what's going on. I need to figure out what this obsession is all about."
Meng Guichen looked at the girl thoughtfully: "This girl's condition is very unstable. The place she led you to is probably where her main soul is imprisoned."
Shen Yuepo nodded, signaling the girl to lead the way.
Feng Jin naturally followed Chen Yuepo.
The girl in black seemed to understand Shen Yuepo's meaning, turned around, and drifted into the depths of the mountain forest.
Her movements remained stiff, but her speed was maintained at a level that allowed Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin to easily follow, clearly indicating that she was intentionally leading the way.
The girl led them over a dense forest and finally to a secluded ravine.
Deep in the mountain valley, a solitary little wooden house came into view.
The wooden house looked quite old; the planks were blackened, and the thatch on the roof was sparse and messy.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only the whistling sound of the mountain wind blowing through the branches.
The moment the cabin came into full view, the figure of the girl who had led the way vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin stopped in their tracks.
Shen Yuepo keenly sensed a cold and sinister aura permeating the area around the wooden house.
The two did not approach the cabin rashly, but instead cautiously circled around it to observe.
When Shen Yuepo reached the side of the wooden house, his gaze sharpened.
In a very hidden corner under the eaves, there was actually a camera installed.
The red indicator light on the lens flickered faintly in the dim light.
Feng Jin's eyes turned cold, and he raised his fingertips.
With a soft "sizzle," the camera's red light went out completely, and there was no further response.
However, what's even stranger is that a grave stands not far behind the wooden house.
A solitary grave, without a tombstone, marked only by some rough stones.
The grave mound was bare, out of place with its surroundings, and exuded a strong aura of yin and evil.
Just as Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin were about to go forward to examine the lonely grave, a series of chaotic footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by men's rude conversation and panting, breaking the deathly silence of the mountain valley.
More than one person.
Feng Jin and Shen Yuepo exchanged a glance, their understanding unwavering.
Without a word, the two figures simultaneously leaped onto a large, leafy tree nearby and disappeared into the shadows.
Soon, five or six men dressed in identical black coats with fierce-looking faces appeared at the entrance to the mountain pass.
The leader was a man in his thirties. He was not tall, but his eyes were sinister and he had a hideous scar that ran diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, which added to his fierce appearance.
He was carrying a bulging black plastic bag.
The scarred man waved for his men to spread out and guard the area around the cabin, while he himself walked straight toward the solitary grave.
He walked to the grave, casually tossed the black plastic bag aside, making a dull thud.
He crouched down, reached out his hand, and with an almost morbid tenderness, gently stroked the grave stones, as if caressing a lover's face.
"Ah Yuan..."
The scarred man spoke, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a twisted deep affection, "Today is the anniversary of your death, and I've come to see you."
His fingers traced patterns on the stone, his voice gradually growing more agitated:
"Don't blame me...don't blame me for trapping you." His eyes flashed with madness. "I have no choice, I can't let you go like this."
"Only by leaving you here and trapping you with the method the master taught me can we meet on the Bridge of Helplessness when I descend."
"In the next life...in the next life we can be together!"
Just then, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the valley, scattering leaves and causing the wooden house to creak, as if in response to the scarred man's words.
Far from being afraid, the scarred man became even more agitated. He suddenly spread his arms wide, tilted his head back towards the chilling sky, and screamed almost maniacally:
“Ah Yuan, I know! I know you resent me, you hate me! It’s okay! Hate me all you want!” He had a look of infatuation on his face.
"Wait a minute, you won't have to wait too long. After I finish the last few orders and clean everything up, I'll come down and keep you company!"
"In the next life... in the next life I won't be a drug dealer, and you, don't be a narcotics officer either, okay?"
"Let's find a place where nobody knows us and live a peaceful life..."
Hiding in the tree, Shen Yuepo listened to this mad and twisted confession, her eyes filled with nothing but bone-chilling coldness.
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