Chapter 73 Mutual Destruction, No Remains Found
He has always disliked being touched by others.
But whenever Shen Yuepo gets close, the feeling is particularly peculiar.
I neither dislike nor like it, it's just unfamiliar.
The aura emanating from her was clear and pure, and the faint fragrance in her hair contrasted sharply with the eerie chill emanating from him, yet strangely, they did not clash.
Feng Jin was about to look away and focus on the phone screen again—
Shen Yuepo, who was leaning on his shoulder, suddenly opened his eyes.
She almost immediately straightened up, breaking free from contact with Feng Jin's shoulder.
Her right hand instinctively went to her chest, her brows furrowed, as if sensing something.
The Soul Protection Talisman has been triggered.
Feng Jin sensed a fleeting fluctuation of spiritual energy and a change in emotion emanating from her.
Seeing that she didn't speak or ask for help, he shifted his gaze back to the phone screen in his hand and continued swiping.
The bus continued to bump along the winding mountain road, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly blurry in the twilight.
Shen Yuepo's gaze involuntarily fell back to his side.
Feng Jin's fingers continued to slide across the smooth screen.
The light from the screen reflected on his expressionless face, softening his originally aloof and dignified aura.
Shen Yuepo couldn't help but frown.
The mighty Emperor of Fengdu commands all ghosts in the netherworld and governs the six realms of reincarnation.
Now, however, he's just like an ordinary person addicted to their phone.
This scene looks utterly jarring.
More importantly, since he got the phone, except for the short time he spends eating, Feng Jin has hardly put it down.
Shen Yuepo tried to close her eyes again, out of sight, out of mind.
The bumps on the mountain road seemed to intensify, and the car suddenly lurched.
Amidst this trembling, Shen Yuepo's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
She suddenly opened her eyes, reached out, and snatched the phone from Feng Jin's hand.
The light from the phone screen vanished from Feng Jin's face in an instant.
Feng Jin's movements suddenly froze. He maintained the posture of holding the phone, his fingers even still in the arc of clicking, but his palm was now empty.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on Shen Yuepo's face with a hint of surprise and displeasure at being interrupted.
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He didn't speak, but his silent, questioning gaze was more oppressive than any words.
The other passengers in the carriage, who were mostly asleep, did not notice the commotion in this corner; only the roar of the engine and the sound of tires rolling over the road continued.
Shen Yuepo met his extremely oppressive gaze without changing his expression, and even naturally put the phone he had taken into his cloth bag.
“You’ve become too obsessed, Feng Jin.” She paused. “Even a strong soul needs rest.”
Feng Jin's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
Addiction? Rest?
His soul has survived countless tribulations and ruled the underworld for billions of years. Why would he need to take a break like a mortal?
He was about to retort—
However, Shen Yuepo no longer looked at him.
I turned my head and looked again at the mountain shadows rushing past the window.
Feng Jin: "..."
A brief silence returned to the carriage.
Feng Jin sat upright, his body once again enveloped in that aura of imperial dominance that kept strangers at bay.
Qingchuan, the old residence of the Shen family.
Inside the study, Chairman Shen, his wife, Shen Wangchuan, and Shen Yichuan sat around, but their eyes were all fixed on the mobile phone screen on the table.
The image finally freezes on Shen Yurou's face, contorted with fear, as she screams desperately, "It was me! I did it all!" Her voice seems to still echo in the study.
The study was deathly silent.
"Waaah..."
Madam Shen suddenly covered her mouth, suppressed sobs leaking through her fingers, her shoulders trembling violently.
Her once well-maintained face was now devoid of color, and tears streamed down her face. "Although I was somewhat prepared, seeing her admit it herself... those... those..."
She couldn't continue; the shock of the truth far exceeded her expectations.
"Dad, Mom!" Shen Yichuan's Adam's apple bobbed. "Yu Rou's behavior in the video is strange. That madman Jiang Yubai must have used some method to force her to confess. We have to call the police immediately. No matter what, Yu Rou is still a member of the Shen family. We can't let him treat her like this!"
He couldn't accept that the younger sister he had protected since childhood was such a monster, and he couldn't accept the treatment she suffered in the video.
Shen Wangchuan sat to the side, his face equally gloomy.
He looked at Shen Yurou's hysterical face on the screen and listened to every word she admitted. His eyes were filled with pain and disappointment.
He didn't refute as passionately as Shen Yichuan; instead, he clenched his fists tightly on his knees, his knuckles turning white.
He saw through some of Shen Yurou's true nature earlier than Shen Yichuan, and he also understood Jiang Yubai better.
He should have guessed long ago that, given Jiang Yubai's personality, there was no way he would let go of the murderer who killed Xiao Wanxing.
Just then, Chairman Shen's cell phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.
Chairman Shen seemed to be startled awake. He glanced at the caller ID and saw an unfamiliar number from Beijing.
His heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition arose within him.
He took a deep breath and answered the phone.
"Hello."
A formulaic voice came from the other end of the phone.
As Chairman Shen listened, his face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and his hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
He seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant; his tall body swayed, and he would have almost fallen over if he hadn't been sitting in a chair.
"Okay, I understand, thank you." His voice was hoarse and dry, almost incoherent.
The call ended.
"dad?"
"Honey? What's wrong?" All three noticed Chairman Shen's unusual behavior and asked anxiously.
Chairman Shen seemed to have used all his strength to slowly raise his head.
His eyes were bloodshot: "Yu Rou... is dead."
He paused for a moment, his voice trembling slightly:
"Jiang Yubai used unorthodox methods, and the two of them perished together, leaving no trace of their bodies."
As soon as the words were spoken—
"No!"
Madam Shen let out a shrill scream, her vision went black, and her body went limp as she fell backward, only to be caught by Shen Wangchuan who was standing nearby.
She leaned against Shen Wangchuan's chest, her body limp, tears streaming down her face, only able to murmur incessantly:
"No way...no way, my Rou Rou...how could she...how could she..."
Even after learning of Shen Yurou's crimes, the affection she had nurtured for eighteen years still made it impossible for her to accept that Shen Yurou had died in such a tragic way.
"fart!"
Shen Yichuan's eyes were bloodshot, like a furious lion, and he slammed his fist hard against the wall.
"Impossible! I don't believe it! Yesterday... she was alive and well yesterday! The police must have made a mistake! I'm going back to the capital! I want to see for myself!"
Shen Wangchuan held the nearly unconscious Madam Shen tightly, his face pale, but his eyes were unusually calm, frighteningly calm.
His voice was deep and hoarse:
"What are you looking at? Didn't you hear me? Dad just said, there's no trace of his remains!"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured on Shen Yichuan's anger, and also on Madam Shen's broken heart.
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