Chapter 55 The girl's resentment lingered after her death.
Seeing the old woman's face turn deathly pale, she added:
"Relocating a grave requires an experienced geomancer to preside over the process, choosing an auspicious day and time to perform rituals to appease the spirits of the deceased and quell their resentment. Only then can the earth be laid and the grave moved. This matter cannot be delayed."
The old lady nodded repeatedly, memorizing every word Shen Yuepo uttered.
Although the steps were troublesome, at least there was a clear way out.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, she hurriedly pulled out a small cloth bag wrapped in several layers of old handkerchiefs from her bosom.
She opened it with trembling hands; inside were several hundred-yuan bills and a lot of change, clearly savings accumulated over a long period.
"Master, do you think this is enough?"
She presented all the money to Shen Yuepo, asking cautiously, as if afraid it wasn't enough.
Shen Yuepo took out a hundred-yuan bill from the stack of money and pushed the rest back to the old lady.
"This hexagram represents one hundred."
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then realized that the master was being considerate of her family's financial situation.
She was even more grateful and no longer insisted, bowing repeatedly to express her thanks:
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I'll go back and do as you said right away!"
After saying that, she clutched the talisman and the remaining money tightly, leaned on her cane, and left anxiously.
Shen Yuepo put the hundred yuan into the old cloth bag.
She looked up and her gaze fell on the third person in line seeking divination.
It was a thin girl wearing a high school uniform, her bangs covering her eyes, who timidly moved in front of Shen Yuepo.
She lowered her head, her shoulders hunched slightly, looking pitiful and helpless.
"M-Master..." The girl's voice was barely audible, trembling slightly, "I've been having nightmares lately, dreaming that someone is trying to kill me..."
She raised her head, revealing a pale, delicate face with red-rimmed eyes, looking haggard as if from long-term insomnia.
"Please, help me see if there's a ghost following me..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo stared at her coldly.
The girl felt uncomfortable under her gaze, instinctively shrinking her neck and tightening her grip on her fingers.
"Birth date and time." Shen Yuepo's voice was devoid of any warmth.
The girl recited a string of numbers, her voice still weak and pitiful.
Shen Yuepo closed his eyes and began to calculate. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a cold light.
"You have a life on your shoulders." Shen Yuepo's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in the girl's ears.
She used a declarative sentence, not a question.
The girl trembled violently, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes, but she quickly regained her pitiful demeanor.
"Master, what are you saying? I...I don't understand..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice.
The surrounding crowd began to stir, and some people whispered among themselves:
"Master, are you mistaken? This child looks so well-behaved..."
Shen Yuepo remained unmoved, his gaze sharp as torches:
"Three months ago, in an abandoned textile factory in Xicheng District, a girl your age fell from the sixth floor and died instantly."
Her voice was icy and chilling. "The police ruled it a suicide. But what's the truth?"
The girl's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the terror in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
She staggered back a step, her lips trembling:
"No...it wasn't me...she jumped down herself! It has nothing to do with me!"
"Yeah?"
Shen Yuepo sneered:
"You were jealous that she got better grades than you and stole the senior you had a crush on. You forged her diary and spread rumors that she had a mental illness."
You drugged her water, making her look bad in front of everyone. Finally—"
Shen Yuepo's voice suddenly turned sharp, "You tricked her into going to the abandoned factory, and when you pushed her down the stairs, you even pretended to say 'Don't do anything rash!'"
The girl was struck dumb; her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief and fear: "You...how could you know...Impossible! There was no third person there!"
This statement is tantamount to an admission of guilt.
The cold light in Shen Yuepo's eyes intensified:
"After that girl died, her resentment lingered. You became afraid, so you sought out an evil cultivator who used dark magic to imprison her soul in the place of death, preventing her from seeking revenge on you."
She stared at the chilling aura emanating from the girl's neck. "Unfortunately, the evil cultivator you found wasn't skilled enough. The girl's resentment is about to break free of its restraints and begin to backfire on you."
You can't sleep at night because she haunts your dreams every night. On your neck—"
Shen Yuepo suddenly reached out and ripped open the collar of the girl's school uniform.
"That's the evidence!"
"Ah!" the girl cried out in surprise, trying to cover herself, but it was too late.
Below the collar of the school uniform, there was a ring of bluish-purple pinch marks.
The marks were not made by human hands, but were left by vengeful spirits.
The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment upon witnessing this scene.
Those who had just sympathized with the girl now retreated in fear, whispering amongst themselves:
"Oh my god! She really is the one who killed someone!"
"Such a young age, yet so cruel!"
"No wonder the master said she was carrying a life on her shoulders."
When the girl realized that her scheme had been exposed, the delicate and pitiful look on her face instantly twisted into a ferocious and venomous expression.
She suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a crazed light:
"Yes! So what if I pushed her down?! That bitch deserved it! How dare she steal everything from me?!"
Her family is so poor they can't even afford tuition, so why are her grades better than mine?! Why does the upperclassman like her?!
She screamed hysterically, completely tearing off her mask of pretense.
Shen Yuepo coldly watched her frenzied state:
"You came here today not to seek a solution, but to test my abilities and see if I can suppress the girl's soul for you!"
The surrounding crowd erupted in commotion, and some people had already taken out their phones to call the police.
Shen Yuepo took out her cell phone from her cloth bag and dialed a number that very few people knew.
This was the number she had specifically searched for after meeting Qin Li at the Su family's house last time.
It was around that time that she learned there was a department down the mountain that specifically handled paranormal events.
"Special Cases Investigation Department?" Her voice was calm and clear. "A suspect in a murder case involving sorcery has been discovered at Xinghe Overpass. We need your intervention."
A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'll be there in ten minutes."
The girl's face turned deathly pale upon hearing the words "Special Cases Investigation Department".
She turned around abruptly to escape, but Shen Yuepo flicked her finger, and an invisible force locked her feet, rendering her unable to move.
"Let me go! What right do you have to arrest me!"
The girl struggled frantically, her eyes filled with fear and resentment. "I didn't kill her! She jumped down herself, you have no proof!"
"evidence?"
Shen Yuepo sneered, pointing to the purplish-blue marks on the girl's neck that revealed the vengeful spirit's strangulation marks:
"These are the marks left by the deceased. Special departments have instruments that can detect the source of the resentment."
She then pointed to the faint black lines on the girl's wrist, "These are the marks of the backlash from the evil magic. Did you think you could fool the evil cultivator you found?"
The girl's face was ashen, and her whole body trembled like a leaf.
She finally understood that in front of true masters of the Xuanmen sect, her dark methods were nowhere to be hidden.
She shouldn't have provoked this woman...
She had initially thought that the other party was merely more skilled than an ordinary sorcerer and could never possibly see through her carefully laid trap.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, the girl suddenly knelt down with a thud, raising her tear-streaked face:
"Senior Sister..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and she looked so pitiful. "Please, have mercy! My family has plenty of money. You can have as much as you want!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo didn't even lift an eyelid.
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