Chapter 47 My new clothes are very expensive!
Shen Yuepo's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a layer of gray, deathly aura shrouding the girl's brows.
The area around the marital palace is even more dim and lackluster, with a very shallow yet clear broken line diagonally extending from the end of the eyebrow into the temple.
Shen Yuepo's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She remained silent for a few seconds, then, under the girl's hopeful yet incredibly nervous gaze, slowly spoke:
"Break up within three days."
The color drained from the girl's face in an instant, and she swayed violently, almost losing her balance.
She stared at Shen Yuepo in disbelief, her lips trembling:
"W-what? Breakup? Master, are you...are you sure? We've been together for three years, and he cares about me a lot! He..."
“What he cares about is your money and the security you can provide for him,” Shen Yuepo interrupted her incoherent explanation.
"Your brows are lifeless, your palace is dim, you are destined to be plagued by villains, and you will be robbed at your bedside. At this moment, you are restless, and what you are worried about is not love, but the emergency money that he asked you for yesterday."
The girl was struck dumb, completely frozen in place.
She looked at Shen Yuepo in horror.
That's right. Her boyfriend suddenly said yesterday that there was a family emergency and he urgently needed 50,000 yuan to tide him over. He forced her to take out all her savings and even asked her to take out an online loan.
She didn't sleep a wink all night, worried about her boyfriend's family and feeling uneasy all at the same time...
How...how could this master have known?!
“That money isn’t for an emergency,” Shen Yuepo’s gaze fell on the girl’s pale, dazed face.
"Instead, he used it to cover his gambling debts. He's already deeply in debt. This afternoon, he'll contact you again, with an even more urgent excuse, demanding even more."
"No, it's impossible... I don't believe it..." The girl shook her head, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling, on the verge of a huge blow and collapse.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Shen Yuepo withdrew his gaze, no longer watching her painful struggle, his voice indifferent:
"The divination fee is one hundred. There is a three-day limit. If it is not completed within three days, bloodshed and financial loss will follow, and it will also affect your parents."
After saying that, she fell silent and waited quietly for the girl's reaction.
The wind blowing across the overpass stirred up dust from the ground and also shook the girl's precarious world.
A collective gasp and sympathetic whispers rose from the crowd.
The girl, looking utterly dejected, pulled out a crumpled hundred-yuan bill and placed it at Shen Yuepo's feet. Like a walking corpse, she staggered through the crowd and walked away.
Shen Yuepo looked at her face before she left, his gaze sweeping over her brows. The layer of gray, deathly aura quietly dissipated, leaving only bewilderment and sorrow.
Although she severed her ill-fated relationship and avoided a bloody disaster, she still had to slowly chew on the pain of heartbreak.
Shen Yuepo expressionlessly put away the hundred yuan and placed it into an old cloth bag that was also washed until it was faded.
The next two divinations were: first, to point out the Wen Chang direction for a mother worried about her son's college entrance exam prospects; and second, to help an elderly man who had lost his ancestral jade pendant find its whereabouts.
By the time the three divinations were completed, the sun had already begun to set in the west.
Shen Yuepo said no more, ignoring the crowd around her who still refused to disperse and stared at her expectantly. She neatly packed up her small stool and signboard, turned around and left.
The crowd spontaneously parted to make way for her, and no one dared to step forward to stop her.
I walked down the overpass and joined the flow of people on the street.
As dusk falls in the capital, the city lights begin to twinkle, and the bustling traffic continues unabated.
However, Shen Yuepo's keen senses detected an unusual chill that was tightly wrapped around her back.
It wasn't her imagination; something was following her.
Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickened her pace without making a sound.
Instead of taking the route back to the Shen family home, she turned into a relatively quiet, narrow alley leading to an old residential area.
The alley was dimly lit, the streetlights were old and in disrepair, and the light was sparse. On both sides were mottled walls and the shadows of tall plane trees.
When she reached the middle of the alley, at a corner almost completely shaded by trees, Shen Yuepo stopped.
She didn't turn around; her cool voice rang out in the quiet alley, "Come out."
The moment the words left his mouth, a sudden change occurred.
An invisible force instantly enveloped the alley.
Although you can still see the blurry light and shadows and traffic on the street outside at both ends of the alley, the sounds seem to be completely cut off.
An eerie silence suddenly fell over the alley, as if the space had been forcibly blocked by a sinister force.
Immediately afterwards, ten thick, nauseating stenchs of decay suddenly condensed from the void of the alley.
Ten vengeful ghosts!
They came in various shapes and sizes, their bodies shrouded in an overwhelming aura of bloodlust and resentment, their scarlet ghostly eyes fixed intently on the only living creature in the center of the alley—
The Moon's Soul.
As soon as they appeared, the temperature in the alley plummeted to freezing, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the ground.
They didn't attack without any strategy; instead, they subtly formed an encirclement, blocking all of Shen Yuepo's escape routes.
It was clearly a carefully orchestrated scheme, designed solely to take her life.
Shen Yuepo's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of understanding flashed through his mind in an instant.
Who else could command such a large number of powerful and cooperative vengeful spirits, and harbor such strong murderous intent towards her, but the pampered "good sister" of the Shen family?
It seems that Shen Yurou and the fake emperor behind her have a pretty good relationship...
In order to kill her, he not only blocked the space but also summoned ten vengeful ghosts.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Yuepo had no time to think further.
Faced with a dead end, her cool face showed no fear, but instead a sharp edge emerged.
"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all Qi!"
A clear shout echoed within the sealed space.
She moved like the wind, advancing instead of retreating, rushing towards the two ghostly claws reaching out from in front of her.
At the same time, his hands formed a mudra, and his fingertips instantly lit up with a dazzling golden light, like two miniature swords.
"break!"
A burst of golden light, carrying the most yang and strongest power to ward off evil, slashed fiercely at the two ghostly claws.
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, rang out.
The two vengeful ghosts' claws melted away almost entirely under the golden light, releasing billowing black smoke.
Their offensive faltered as they were in pain.
However, attacks from other directions were already closing in from behind, with three resentful tentacles piercing towards her back and neck.
With a light touch of her toes on the ground, Shen Yuepo defied the laws of physics and shifted half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal attack on her back and neck.
But the clothes on his right arm were brushed by a resentful tentacle, and the fabric instantly turned to ashes.
A deep, black scorch mark, revealing the bone, was left on his fair skin, and a chilling, excruciating pain, accompanied by intense resentment, instantly seeped into his body.
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes flashing even colder, and said, word by word:
"My new clothes are so expensive!"
Before she finished speaking, her left hand had even finished forming a mudra, while her right hand swiftly pulled out three yellow talismans covered with cinnabar runes from her cloth bag.
"By order of the Three Pure Ones, Fire God, burn!"
The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, transforming into three blazing white fireballs the size of human heads, radiating pure yang energy, which crashed down upon the three howling ghosts.
A blinding white flame exploded in the dimly lit alley.
The purest yang fire has a natural restraint on yin and evil things, and the three fierce ghosts hit by the fireball let out even more miserable howls.
The soul fluctuated violently, billowing black smoke. Although it did not immediately dissipate, its aura clearly weakened.
But these ten vengeful ghosts were clearly given a death order and were fearless in the face of death.
The tragic state of their companions did not deter them; instead, it fueled their even greater ferocity.
The remaining vengeful spirits, including the two whose arms had been slashed by the golden light, charged forward again with even more frenzied ferocity.
Ghostly figures loomed, and a chilling wind howled.
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