Chapter 108 is Li Yao! She's back! She's back to claim my life!
A dark figure appeared silently below the hall, condensing into the image of a horse-faced demon bowing respectfully.
"Your Majesty," Horse-Face's voice echoed in the hall, "I have delivered breakfast to Your Majesty and watched her accept it."
Feng Jin's actions of reviewing the documents did not pause at all, as if he were dealing with a trivial matter.
He didn't even raise his head, only uttering a nasal sound from his nose: "Hmm."
Horse-faced paused, cautiously glancing at Feng Jin on the high seat, and added with a forced smile:
"In addition, she, she also asked this humble servant a question..."
The vermilion brush paused on the jade slip for a fleeting moment, so quickly it was almost imperceptible.
Feng Jin still didn't look up. "What did she say?"
Horse-faced felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed the air momentarily freeze, and quickly replied:
"That sir asked, 'What is Your Majesty's mobile phone number?'"
This time, Feng Jin's actions of reviewing the documents came to a complete halt.
A few breaths later, it was as if the pause had never happened.
His vermilion pen fell again as he continued reviewing the papers, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Understood. You may leave."
"Yes, this humble servant takes his leave." Horse-faced's figure quickly floated out of the hall.
As he turned around, he couldn't help but shake his head. He had thought he could use this opportunity to get the Emperor's number and brag about it. What a pity.
The once empty hall was now reduced to ashes.
The vermilion brush wrote fluently on the jade slip, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the brushstrokes seemed even sharper than before.
She only just remembered to ask for his number?
What do you take him for?
Is he a food delivery driver who can be summoned and dismissed at will, whose number is not even worthy of being remembered by her?
Yesterday morning I was still ordering him around with a clear conscience, having the ghost messenger deliver breakfast, but only today did I belatedly remember to ask for his number?
Feng Jin's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and the ghostly chill emanating from his body caused frost to form on the walls of the hall.
He picked up the tablet that was lying aside, entered the internal network of the Netherworld, and sent an order to Horse-Face via the internal network notification.
After doing all this, he leaned back against the back of the imperial throne, exuding an aura that warned him to stay away.
It is the third quarter of the hour of midnight in the human realm.
The time when yin energy is at its peak and resentment is at its most intense.
Shen Yuepo sat quietly in the center of the living room, the Reincarnation Ring emitting a restless glow on her fingertips.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the ring.
"The time has come."
She gently stroked the ring with her fingertip and whispered, "Go."
A thick, impenetrable plume of black smoke suddenly burst forth from the Reincarnation Ring.
Black smoke swirled and condensed in the air above the living room, revealing Li Yao's figure.
At this moment, she is completely different from the gentle and sorrowful woman she was yesterday.
Her long hair danced wildly without wind, and her once beautiful face was covered with black lines of resentment, her eyes bloodshot.
The surging resentment around him almost solidified, causing the temperature in the entire living room to plummet to freezing point.
"master……"
Li Yao's voice was hoarse, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.
When she looked at Shen Yuepo, a hint of gratitude flashed deep in her crimson eyes. "Thank you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she let out a piercing scream.
"Zhang Qiang!"
Li Yao's figure instantly transformed into a wisp of resentment tearing through the night, suddenly drifting towards the neighboring residential area.
Shen Yuepo walked to the window and stared expressionlessly in the direction where the resentment had disappeared.
Inside a residential building in the neighboring community.
Zhang Qiang and his family of three were sound asleep.
Inside the master bedroom, Zhang Qiang was snoring loudly.
In the second bedroom, his mother still had a cruel smile on her lips, even in her sleep.
His father, on the other hand, had a furrowed brow and seemed to be having trouble even in his dreams.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A heavy, muffled thud came from the master bedroom door.
Each sound was more urgent and heavier than the last.
The entire door was shaking violently.
Zhang Qiang suddenly woke up with a start, his heart pounding, and a strange chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Who?!" he shouted, his voice trembling.
The knocking stopped abruptly.
Just as Zhang Qiang breathed a slight sigh of relief—
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
A screeching sound, like fingernails scraping against glass, came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom.
One after another, slow and powerful, it was especially eerie in the dead of night.
At this moment, Zhang Qiang's parents were also awakened.
The three of them opened the door in alarm and went into the living room.
"Dad, Mom, what's that sound?" Zhang Qiang asked, feigning composure.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a crackling sound came from the living room's French windows.
They both looked out the window.
It was pitch black outside the window, but by the dim light of the streetlights in the neighborhood, they were horrified to see a pale face with bloodshot eyes and a mouth stretched to its ears, pressed tightly against the glass.
Those crimson eyes were staring straight at them.
It was they who killed Li Yao!
"It's Li Yao! She's back! She's back to take my life!" Li Yao's mother-in-law was terrified and screamed hysterically, her pants instantly becoming soaked.
Li Yao's father-in-law was so frightened that he went limp and his teeth chattered.
Zhang Qiang was deathly pale; the immense fear had rendered him incapable of thinking.
He grabbed the ashtray next to him and smashed it against the window.
"Clang!"
The ashtray hit the glass and bounced back.
But the ghostly face outside the window revealed an even more eerie smile.
She slowly raised her hand and pointed at them.
The lights in the living room started flashing wildly on their own.
The TV turned on automatically, and the screen was filled with distorted snow and piercing noise.
The wardrobe doors and bedroom doors were banging loudly.
All the mirrors in the room instantly reflected Li Yao's terrifying face.
"Give me back my life..."
"You... all deserve to die..."
A piercing sound echoed in every corner of the room, reaching the ears of the three people.
An illusion descends.
Zhang Qiang kept seeing images flashing before his eyes of Li Yao being beaten black and blue, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and the perpetrator was himself.
Every punch and kick was crystal clear, and Li Yao's painful groans and pleas seemed to be right next to her ears.
But then the scene shifts, and he is the one being beaten up; it seems as if the fists that landed on Li Yao are now landing on him.
He lay on the ground, clutching his body, begging for mercy, "Stop hitting me! Please stop hitting me!"
Li Yao's mother-in-law saw herself grinning maliciously as she altered the medical records, while Li Yao's pleading voice echoed in her ears.
Li Yao's father-in-law, on the other hand, was trapped in a recurring nightmare:
He rushed into the monitoring room again and again, frantically deleting the surveillance footage that recorded Li Yao being dragged into the room and beaten from the stairwell, but the footage could not be deleted. Li Yao's hateful eyes before her death stared at him in every fragment of the screen.
A profound fear, like a venomous snake, coiled around their hearts and gnawed at their reason.
They were dragged and pushed by an invisible force, struggling, wailing, and begging for mercy on the floor.
"Write it down..."
Li Yao's seductive and commanding voice resounded deep within their souls, "Write down, word by word, exactly how you killed me and how you covered up your crimes!"
Overwhelmed by absolute fear, Zhang Qiang scrambled to his desk, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write incoherently, his face streaked with snot and tears.
Li Yao's mother-in-law and father-in-law also struggled to crawl over, snatched the paper and pen, and eagerly added to the story, pointing fingers at each other.
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