Chapter 36 Let me go! I don't want to marry a dead man.
Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed, and without any hesitation, he stepped into the room filled with resentment.
The moment she stepped in, the figure in the blood-red wedding dress seemed to sense something, and her movement towards Lu Shao abruptly stopped.
Her loose hair lifted slightly, revealing a face without features.
Where eyes, nose, and mouth should be on that face, there was only a smooth patch of skin, like a peeled egg.
"ah!"
A piercing ghostly howl, almost bursting the eardrums, suddenly rang out, carrying resentment as it hurtled towards Chen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo snorted coldly, and instantly pinched a talisman between his right fingertips, then tossed it into the air:
"By imperial decree, vanquish evil!"
A soft popping sound rang out in the air, and the piercing ghostly howl came to an abrupt halt.
At the same time, Shen Yuepo's left hand swiftly pulled out three yellow talismans covered with cinnabar runes from his sleeve.
The incantation from his mouth was clear and rapid:
"Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power! The Nine Netherworlds decree, bind souls and lock spirits! Decree!"
The three talismans flew out of her hand, not directly towards the red-clad female ghost, but in a triangular shape, instantly sticking to the back and legs of the specially made chair where Lu Shao was bound.
The talisman shone brightly, forming a semi-transparent golden light shield that enveloped Lu Shao and his chair.
When the female ghost's pale claws reached for Lu Shao's neck again, they were firmly blocked by the golden light, making a "sizzling" sound.
The female ghost let out a painful scream and abruptly withdrew her hand.
"roar!"
With the attack thwarted, the bride in the coffin was thoroughly enraged.
Her suspended body suddenly turned towards Shen Yuepo, whose faceless face was facing her, and whose scarlet wedding dress moved without wind.
All the unsecured items in the room began to shake violently and float.
The resentment condensed wildly, like boiling black mist.
She suddenly raised her hands, her ten sharp fingernails growing longer, and fiercely grabbed at Shen Yuepo from mid-air.
Shen Yuepo's eyes sharpened, and he took a step forward, his right index and middle fingers joined together, golden light flowing from the fingertips:
"Holding onto resentment, stubbornly refusing to see the truth."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pointed her fingers together, and with a purifying golden light, she suddenly pointed at the faceless forehead of the bride in the coffin.
The fingertips did not touch the physical body, but the golden light penetrated the resentment without any hindrance and precisely entered the female ghost's brow.
This thought, like an invisible shackle, landed precisely on the enraged bride in the coffin.
The female ghost's movement toward Shen Yuepo was as if it had been paused, instantly freezing in mid-air.
The boiling, resentful black mist stopped churning as if frozen.
The floating objects fell to the ground with a clatter.
The bride's figure in the coffin suddenly trembled violently, and countless images filled with pain and despair flooded into Shen Yuepo's mind like a burst dam.
Those were fragments of the female ghost's remaining memories:
"Xiao Lian, it's your good fortune to marry the young master of the Zhang family!"
A pretty young girl dressed in coarse cloth was being held down in terror by several burly old women, who stripped her clothes off and dressed her in a red wedding gown.
She struggled desperately, crying out, "Let me go! I don't want to marry a dead man!"
Upon seeing this, Shen Yuepo's sword finger trembled slightly.
The sealed resentment flowed back along with the golden light, allowing her to see another scene:
In the dimly lit mourning hall, a pitch-black coffin lay.
Beside the coffin was the body of a young man dressed in wedding attire, his face pale and bluish.
Xiao Lian was bound hand and foot, stuffed into a coffin, and laid side by side with the male corpse.
The coffin lid slowly closed, the last light disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness and the stench of a decaying corpse.
Xiao Lian's terrified and desperate sobs were trapped inside the coffin...
She scratched desperately, her fingernails drawing blood from the coffin lid, until finally, all fell silent.
The screen flips again—
In the cold, damp underground, resentment began to fester.
Xiao Lian's soul was imprisoned in a repressive coffin, enduring fear, darkness, and extreme resentment day after day.
"Why me? Why are you all alive?! I'll make you taste this bitterness too!"
Fragments of memory receded like the tide.
The golden light from Shen Yuepo's fingertips softened, enveloping the trembling figure of the female ghost.
"Xiao Lian..."
Shen Yuepo's clear, cold voice, carrying a barely perceptible sigh, echoed clearly in the room where the resentment had dissipated:
"The coffin that imprisoned you is decayed, and the ropes that bound you are broken. You are free now, and need not linger here any longer, tormented by resentment."
As she spoke and the golden light took effect, the dazzling scarlet wedding dress on the bride in the coffin began to fade, peeling off piece by piece like burning ashes.
Bathed in golden light, the features of that faceless face gradually became clearer—
That was Xiaolian's delicate yet sorrowful face.
The resentment and madness in her eyes faded, leaving only endless sorrow and bewilderment.
The golden protective shield that had been binding Lu Shao also quietly dissipated.
Lu Shao stopped struggling and screaming, slumped in the chair, and gasped for breath. Although his eyes were still unfocused and terrified, the suffocating feeling of being choked had disappeared.
Xiao Lian floated quietly in mid-air, her red dress as red as blood, but no longer churning with resentment.
She glanced one last time at the disheveled Lu Shao on the ground, then turned to Shen Yuepo and smiled gently.
"Thank you for your mercy, Master."
Shen Yuepo remained silent, only nodding slightly.
Instead of summoning underworld officials, she raised her hand and made a hand seal, and a deep, dark gate to the underworld slowly opened in the void.
A cold wind swept by, and Xiao Lian's figure gradually became transparent, finally turning into a wisp of red smoke and drifting into the doorway.
With her disappearance, the chilling atmosphere in the room and the lingering resentment vanished like the receding tide.
The suffocating chill and resentment in the room vanished completely.
The temperature rose, and the light returned to normal.
All that remained was a scene of utter devastation.
Xiao Yizhou rushed in to check on Lu Shao's condition: "Ah Jin! Ah Jin! How are you?"
Young Master Lu, whose full name is Lu Jin, was leaning weakly against the chair, his face as pale as paper, and his hair and clothes soaked with cold sweat.
His gaze remained unfocused for a while before slowly refocusing on Xiao Yizhou's face, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"Yizhou, I...I'm still alive? The one in the red shirt is gone?"
Although Xiao Yizhou couldn't see the ghost, he could feel the fading chill.
He nodded. "They're gone. Miss Shen saw them off."
Shen Yuepo withdrew her finger, and the golden light at her fingertip disappeared.
She glanced at the limp Lu Jin and said to Xiao Yizhou, "He has been deeply corrupted by resentment, and his mental state is greatly depleted. He should rest for a few days and avoid contact with evil places and ancient objects."
As she spoke, she took out two folded calming talismans from her sleeve and handed them to Xiao Yizhou.
"Thank you so much, Miss Shen, for saving my life!" Xiao Yizhou accepted the talisman and thanked her solemnly.
Shen Yuepo walked to the window and sighed softly.
Xiaolian's tragic experience is just the tip of the iceberg of the ignorance and cruelty of the old era.
She was trapped for a hundred years, her resentment unquenched, and ultimately chose to haunt Lu Jin because Lu Jin's birth date and time were extremely similar to that of the male ghost who died back then.
In her distorted perception, filled with resentment, Lu Jin was the embodiment of the "husband's family" that had caused her to die for her.
She mistook someone for someone else.
This young master Lu Jin and Xiao Yizhou are childhood friends.
He has an outgoing personality and a passion for adventure and collecting antiques.
Several months ago, while traveling, he stumbled upon an ancient lacquerware jewelry box buried in an abandoned old house. He intended to bring it back to be appraised to determine if it was an antique.
Little did they know, this box was one of the vessels of Xiaolian's resentment, and also the medium that led her from the distant burial ground to Lu Jin's side.
“The root cause has been removed, he is now fine.”
Shen Yuepo walked out without looking back. When she reached the door, she paused slightly. "The fee will still be half donated and then transferred to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared outside the door.
Xiao Yizhou gazed in the direction she had left, his eyes darkening slightly.
A moment later, he took out his phone and dialed the driver's number: "Take Miss Shen back to the Shen family."
He paused, then added, "Drive carefully, she's tired."
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