Chapter 100 Why are those villains able to live so glamorously, stepping over our corpses?
Feng Jin paused, his forehead pressed against hers.
He could clearly feel the warmth emanating from her fingertips.
Feng Jin did not forcefully push away Chen Yuepo's hand, but simply stepped back slightly to avoid being touched.
Finally, he gave a soft hum and sat down next to her.
As soon as he sat down, his gaze swept over Lin Cheng and Li Yao in the center of the living room with a scrutinizing look.
The two ghosts were so frightened that their souls huddled together, wishing they could disappear on the spot.
Shen Yuepo withdrew her hand and refocused her attention on the matter at hand.
She looked at Lin Cheng, her tone losing its usual calmness:
"Lin Cheng, what is your adoptive father's birth date and time?"
Lin Cheng was so frozen by Feng Jin's gaze that his soul was almost frozen solid when he heard Chen Yuepo's question, and his soul suddenly jolted.
He glanced cautiously at Feng Jin, who sat expressionless on the sofa.
"Well…"
Lin Cheng's voice trembled uncontrollably, "I... my adoptive father was born on December 16, 1977."
With each word he spoke, his soul would tremble violently, as if afraid of displeasing the evil spirit on the sofa and causing his soul to be scattered.
Looking at Lin Cheng's cowardly appearance, and then glancing at the Fengdu Emperor beside him who exuded an aura of fear even ghosts, Shen Yuepo was speechless.
She turned to Feng Jin helplessly, "Feng Jin, don't scare them."
Feng Jin pursed his lips tightly, then suddenly stood up, his movements tinged with agitation.
Without even glancing at Chen Yuepo or the two ghosts, he scanned the living room and finally fixed his gaze on a closed door at the back.
He strode over, turned the doorknob, and slammed the door shut.
Shen Yuepo was about to say "That's my room," but then swallowed it back down.
Oh well, let him be. As long as he doesn't come out and scare ghosts, it's fine.
Sure enough, as soon as the door closed, the suffocating atmosphere in the living room dissipated almost entirely.
Lin Cheng and Li Yao felt as if their bones had been removed; their bodies went limp, and they almost collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Lin Cheng took a while to catch her breath before cautiously floating closer to Chen Yuepo. She pointed with lingering fear to the tightly closed door, her voice still trembling:
"Master Shen, who was that just now? He gave me a feeling that was more terrifying than the eighteenth level of hell..."
Shen Yuepo began to calculate Lin Xun's birth chart. Upon hearing this, he didn't even raise his head, and said in a calm tone, "The Great Emperor of Fengdu."
"Feng...the Great Emperor of Fengdu?!"
Lin Cheng and Li Yao screamed in shock at the same time, their souls trembling violently again, almost shrinking back into the Reincarnation Ring.
They finally understood where that soul-deep fear came from.
That is the true ruler of the underworld.
They're no brats; they don't even deserve to look up to us.
"Be quiet." Shen Yuepo frowned.
Lin Cheng and Li Yao immediately fell silent.
Based on the birth information provided by Lin Cheng, combined with the location of the Lin family villa, the aura of the array, and her observations tonight, Shen Yuepo muttered incantations.
Her brows furrowed at times and relaxed at others.
After calculating Lin Xun's birth chart, she pondered for a moment and then looked at Lin Cheng: "Do you know your adoptive mother's birth chart?"
Lin Cheng nodded quickly, and this time it went much more smoothly. He quickly gave his adoptive mother's exact birth date.
Shen Yuepo made another calculation.
Finally, she stopped.
When Lin Cheng saw that she had finished calculating, her face did not show any relief, but instead became even more serious, Lin Cheng's heart also tightened.
He asked cautiously:
"Master Shen, what's wrong? Did that beast Lin Rui do something to my parents?"
Looking at the young soul before her who still harbored filial piety towards his adoptive parents, Shen Yuepo felt a pang of pity.
She paused for a moment, not directly answering Lin Cheng's question, but instead posing a question:
"Lin Cheng, during your time as a ghost, did you not spare even a single thought to follow your adoptive father, Lin Xun?"
Lin Cheng was taken aback by the question, and then a look of confusion appeared on his face:
"No, no, I hate Lin Rui. He's the one who killed me."
“My parents…they’re so heartbroken, how could I bother them? I’m afraid my presence will only make them more upset, and I’m also afraid that if I see them so sad, I won’t be able to leave…”
His soul trembled slightly, his tone sincere, filled with love and reluctance for his adoptive parents.
The look of pity in Shen Yuepo's eyes deepened.
She sighed softly. "So, you missed the truth."
"Lin Cheng, your adoptive father most likely knew the truth about your death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Cheng's soul suddenly froze, and the blank look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief.
He shook his head violently, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Master, are you sure you haven't miscalculated?! My dad... he loves me very much!"
His soul flickered and trembled due to intense emotional fluctuations, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
He desperately tried to find flaws in Shen Yuepo's calculations: "My dad... he does favor Lin Rui, thinking Lin Rui is more capable of taking over the company, but as for me... he..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
As he desperately tried to recall those meager pieces of evidence of his father's love, some details that had been deliberately ignored gradually became clear.
After Lin Rui joined the company, his father clearly neglected and belittled him...
His father impatiently scolded him when he questioned some of Lin Rui's business practices...
Lin Cheng's soul trembled violently as he looked into Shen Yuepo's all-knowing yet tender eyes.
Reason told him that, given Shen Yuepo's abilities and character, she wouldn't make baseless accusations in such a matter, much less deliberately deceive him.
"No...no..."
Lin Cheng let out a whimper like a wounded cub, her soul curled up, her hands tightly wrapped around her head, and she could no longer hold back her sobs.
The cries were filled with grief and bewilderment:
"Why? Dad! Tell me why?! I'm your son! You've raised me for over twenty years, why are you doing this to me?! Why?!"
Tears streamed down his transparent face like beads from a broken string, only to be caught by Shen Yuepo before they hit the ground.
This is good stuff, don't waste it.
Seeing Lin Cheng crying, Li Yao felt a pang of sorrow, a sense of shared suffering welling up in her eyes.
She floated over, extended her translucent hand, and carefully patted Lin Cheng's violently trembling shoulder:
"Don't be too sad. Look at me..." She tried to comfort me by sharing her own more tragic experiences. "Compared to me, aren't you feeling a little better?"
Lin Cheng paused in his sobs, looked up at Li Yao, and shook his head vigorously:
"No, Sister Li Yao, it doesn't feel better... it just feels worse..."
"Why?! Why do people like us, who just want to live a good life, have such short and miserable lives?"
"Why are those evil people able to live so glamorously, stepping over our corpses?!"
He questioned heaven and earth, but no one could answer him.
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