Chapter 24 A Series of Ghost Stories
At the far end of the second floor, Shen Yuepo's room was completely silent.
She put soundproofing tape on the door, so she couldn't hear any sound.
She had just finished a brief breathing exercise when her brand-new cell phone in her sleeve pocket vibrated.
She took it out, and the screen lit up; it was a bank deposit notification text message.
[Beijing Bank] Your account ending in 8866 has received a transfer of 10,000,000 yuan, leaving a balance of 10,000,000.79 yuan.
Note: Xiao Linyuan's payment - forwarded by Xiao Yizhou.
Shen Yuepo raised her eyebrows slightly.
When Xiao Linyuan handed her the card, he did not specify the amount.
She originally thought she would only receive a reward of five million, but it turned out to be twenty million. After donating half, she still had ten million left.
The people down the mountain are really rich! She'd only ever seen so many zeros on ghost money!
She tapped the screen lightly and sent a message to Xiao Yizhou:
"The money has been received, thank you."
The other party replied almost instantly:
"I'm the one who should thank you. The Xiao family owes you for what happened with Wanxing and Xiaoman."
Shen Yuepo didn't reply and tossed her phone aside.
She walked to the window and saw the Shen family's cars drive out of the villa one after another and disappear into the night.
She opened the door, stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. The housekeeper was directing the servants to clean up the mess.
Upon seeing Chen Yuepo descend the stairs, the butler immediately bowed and said, "Young Miss."
"Where is everyone?" She glanced at the empty living room.
"They...they've all gone to the hospital. The second young lady cut her wrists in the bathtub, and she bled a lot."
Shen Yuepo listened quietly, her face expressionless.
This Shen Yurou... she's quite ruthless.
After a moment of silence, Shen Yuepo suddenly asked, "Do you know where the Shen family's ancestral home is?"
"ah?"
The housekeeper, Old Wang, was completely taken aback when she asked this question at this moment and didn't react for a moment.
"Ancestral...ancestral home? You mean the ancestral home located in the countryside of Qingchuan City?"
“Yes.” Shen Yuepo nodded. “Tell me the exact address.”
The housekeeper had long admired Shen Yuepo immensely, so he didn't ask any further questions. He added Shen Yuepo on WeChat and sent her the location of the house.
Having obtained the information she wanted, Shen Yuepo turned and walked upstairs, adding:
"I'm going on a long trip tomorrow, so you don't need to prepare my meals for the next few days."
The next morning.
Shen Yuepo looked at the dresses and cheongsams that Madam Shen had prepared.
Finally, he shook his head, put on his Taoist robe, and went out with his canvas bag on his back.
She first took a taxi to an incense shop on the outskirts of the city and bought a thick stack of yellow paper, cinnabar, and wolf-hair brushes.
Seeing that she was picking out only the best quality goods and was dressed in a Taoist robe, the proprietress smiled and asked, "Are you a Taoist practitioner, young lady?"
Shen Yuepo nodded: "Mm."
The proprietress wanted to chat for a bit more, but Shen Yuepo readily paid the bill and turned to leave.
The proprietress shook her head as she watched her retreating figure. "These young people nowadays, always putting on airs."
After finishing his shopping, Shen Yuepo stood at the street corner, waiting for a ride.
She learned this on a certain book last night: ridesharing, cheap.
The driver, a middle-aged man, was taken aback when he saw Shen Yuepo's attire.
After getting on the bus, he asked with a smile, "Young lady, are you going to Qingchuan City for tourism?"
"Searching for relatives." Shen Yuepo uttered these two words and then closed her eyes.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk more, the driver didn't dare to ask any more questions, started the car, and drove towards Qingchuan.
After a long and winding journey, Shen Yuepo finally arrived at Qingxi Town in Qingchuan City.
Before the sun set, she stood in front of the Shen family's ancestral home.
It was a magnificent traditional courtyard house with upturned eaves and a tightly locked vermilion gate.
She knocked on the door, and after a long while, an old butler came to answer the door.
His cloudy gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his voice hoarse: "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
"I am Shen Yuepo," Shen Yuepo announced her name, her voice clear and calm, "the eldest daughter of the Shen family."
"Young Miss?" The old butler narrowed his eyes, his wrinkled face filled with distrust. "The eldest daughter of the Shen family is in the capital. Who are you?"
Clearly, the old man guarding the house had been isolated from the world for too long and was completely unaware of the changes within the Shen family.
They couldn't believe that the girl in the strange Taoist robe was the eldest daughter of the Shen family.
Shen Yuepo didn't waste any more words explaining.
She pulled out her brand-new cell phone from her sleeve pocket and quickly dialed a video call with Old Wang, the housekeeper in the capital.
The call was answered almost instantly.
Old Wang's face immediately appeared on the screen. "Miss? What can I do for you?"
Shen Yuepo turned her phone screen toward Uncle Zhang through the crack in the door: "Old Wang, tell him who I am."
When Old Wang saw that incredibly familiar face on the screen, he said:
"Uncle Zhang, open the door quickly. This is truly our Shen family's eldest daughter. She just returned from the mountain, and the master and mistress themselves confirmed it. Please invite her in!"
Only then did Uncle Zhang believe it.
He stared at Shen Yuepo's cold and calm face for a few seconds before slowly opening the door completely.
"Please come in, young lady."
Shen Yuepo hung up the call, put away her phone, and stepped into the gate of the Shen family ancestral home.
The moment you step into the courtyard, a cool, earthy scent of aged wood wafts towards you.
The house was lavishly decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, yet its emptiness was unsettling.
An invisible sense of oppression crept over me, as if silent eyes were hidden in every shadow.
Shen Yuepo stopped in the center of the courtyard.
Her cool gaze slowly swept over her surroundings, her brows furrowing slightly.
The atmosphere here... is not just a simple matter of yin energy.
Zhang Bo led Shen Yuepo to a guest room.
Although the room was large, it had a cold, deserted feel, with dusty furniture and a musty smell in the air.
"Please stay in this room for now, Miss. I'll go prepare dinner."
Shen Yuepo nodded, and after the old man left, he wiped his fingertips on the table, leaving a layer of fine ash on his fingertips.
Suddenly remembering something, she raised her hand and gently tapped the white jade bracelet on her wrist.
The sound of the knocking was crisp, yet it seemed particularly jarring in the empty room.
Once, twice—no response.
"Feng Jin?" she called in a low voice.
It remained deathly silent.
Shen Yuepo pursed her lips tightly.
They clearly agreed that if he needed anything, he would knock three times lightly. But now that the time had come to ask him if he had what he was looking for, the ghost had vanished without a trace.
"Sure enough, it's all nonsense." She scoffed lightly.
The night was deep and quiet, and all was still.
Outside the window, the moonlight was pale, obscured by thick clouds, letting through only a few hazy rays of light.
Shen Yuepo quietly got up and pushed open the door.
A cold night wind swept in as she went to the backyard.
The backyard was a bit chilly and dilapidated.
Shen Yuepo stood in the courtyard, his brows furrowed.
The feng shui layout here was more dangerous than she had anticipated.
"Imprisoning the dragon in water, gathering yin and locking away evil..." she murmured to herself, her fingertips forming a hand seal, a faint golden light flowing around her fingertips as she tried to probe the earth's energy.
Fortunately, the planning didn't take long; otherwise, the Shen family would have already declined and its descendants would have died out.
“哢”.
The blue bricks beneath my feet suddenly sank three inches.
Dozens of blood-red threads burst forth from the ground, wrapping around her ankles like living creatures.
Shen Yuepo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he threw out three yellow talismans with his backhand. However, the talismans spontaneously combusted into ashes the moment they touched the bloodline.
"Soul Devouring Thread?!"
She retreated rapidly, only to have her back slam into an invisible wall of energy. A network of blood lines stretched out in front of her, twisting towards her throat.
Shen Yuepo let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently.
Her left shoulder was accidentally pierced by a bloodline, and the evil energy, like a living thing, frantically crawled into the wound, trying to erode her flesh and meridians.
The chilling, piercing pain was far greater than that of an ordinary knife wound.
She staggered back a step, her face instantly turning pale, her blood surging, and she coughed up blood.
Shen Yuepo raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, about to wave out a talisman—
When she didn't want to wipe the blood from her lips, she accidentally smeared it on her white jade bracelet, which then emitted a golden glow.
"court death."
A cold, angry shout, imbued with terrifying pressure, rang out.
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