Chapter 37 Shen Yuepo will die within three days.
Shen Yuepo stepped out of Lu Jin's apartment building and got into the Xiao family's car. Only ten minutes later, her phone vibrated.
She looked down and saw a text message notification from the bank that three million had been deposited into her account.
She tapped her finger to reply to WeChat, saying "Thank you" in Xiao Yizhou's chat box, and then put her phone back in her pocket.
At the same time, in a VIP ward at the Central Hospital of Beijing.
Shen Yurou curled up on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper.
Her mind kept replaying Shen Yuepo's cold words: "Xiao Wanxing said the lake water is so cold... She's waiting for you down there."
"A madman, Shen Yuepo is a madman!" She bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling.
But... Shen Yuepo seems to be able to see Xiao Wanxing's ghost.
"No, Shen Yuepo must die!" A hint of madness flashed in Shen Yurou's eyes.
She trembled as she pulled a black domino from under her pillow.
This was a communication item left to her by that great man from Fengdu, which she had rarely used before.
The dominoes were icy to the touch, and the runes engraved on their surfaces seemed to wriggle slightly as if they were alive.
Shen Yurou took a deep breath, used a fruit knife to cut her fingertip, and dripped blood onto the center of the dominoes.
Suddenly, the dominoes unleashed a chilling, bone-chilling black aura that instantly enveloped the entire ward.
In the dark, misty ward, dominoes floated in mid-air, gradually coalescing into a blurry human face.
Shen Yurou stared intently at that face.
It was a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, with sharp, chiseled eyebrows and deep, unfathomable eyes that gleamed with a chilling light.
If Shen Yuepo were here, she would definitely recognize that this face is exactly the same as Feng Jin, who is sleeping in her white jade bracelet.
"My lord..." Shen Yurou's voice trembled, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the bed sheet.
When the gaze of "Feng Jin" in the dominoes fell on her, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
“That’s really strange.” His voice was deep and cold, just like the real Feng Jin. “Within two months, you have called out to him twice on your own initiative.”
Shen Yurou trembled all over and quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling with tears:
"My lord, please save me. The real daughter of the Shen family, Shen Yuepo, who has returned, is a master of metaphysics. She... she seems to be able to see ghosts, and she said she would send Xiao Wanxing to take my life."
The "Feng Jin" domino in the picture narrowed its eyes slightly, a dark and ambiguous emotion flashing in its eyes.
"Shen Yuepo..." he repeated the name softly, his tone subtle, "What did she do to you?"
As if grasping at a lifeline, Shen Yurou immediately embellished her account of Shen Yuepo's strange behavior after returning to the Shen family.
"My lord, she must die!"
Shen Yurou raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred. "If she were alive, she would find out the cause of Xiao Wanxing's death sooner or later, and might even... find out about the Yin Snake Devouring Marrow Nail that you left on me."
The dominoes representing "Feng Jin" remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.
The laughter was chilling and bone-chilling, sending shivers down Shen Yurou's spine.
"Good! Shen Yuepo will die within three days."
His voice was eerily calm, as if he were merely stating a given fact.
Shen Yurou's eyes flashed with wild joy, but she quickly suppressed it and asked with feigned concern:
"Sir, what...what are you going to do with her? She seems very powerful..."
"Feng Jin" gave a chilling smile. "That's not something you should be asking."
Before the words were finished, the black aura on the dominoes suddenly contracted, and the face disappeared.
The temperature in the ward gradually rose, and the lights came back on, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
The dominoes fell back into Shen Yurou's hands. After confirming that the dominoes had completely fallen silent, the fear and humility on her face vanished instantly.
Shen Yurou slowly sat up straight, a sinister smile curling at the corner of her lips. There was no trace of her pitiful appearance from before.
"Heh, Shen Yuepo, let's see how you die this time!"
She looked down at the bandage wrapped around her wrist, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
She met him three years ago.
Three years ago, on a summer night, the Xiao family held an eighteenth birthday banquet for Xiao Wanxing.
The capital's elite gathered, and the lights in the garden illuminated the night as if it were daytime.
Shen Yurou, dressed in a light pink dress carefully chosen by Madam Shen, stood in the corner, her gaze fixed on the center of the garden.
There, Jiang Yubai was taking off his suit jacket and gently draping it over Xiao Wanxing's shoulders.
Under the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, Xiao Wanxing looked up at him and smiled, while Jiang Yubai lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, causing her cheeks to flush red.
"boom!"
Fireworks suddenly bursting in the distance illuminated the night sky, also reflecting Shen Yurou's face, which twisted in an instant.
She watched as Jiang Yubai kissed Xiao Wanxing's forehead under the fireworks, his fingers digging so hard into his palm that he didn't even notice his nails breaking.
On what grounds?
She believed that her family background was no less than Xiao Wanxing's, so why did her brother Yu Bai, whom she had secretly loved for five years, only have eyes for Xiao Wanxing?
At that moment, she had only one thought: kill Xiao Wanxing! Kill her!
Just as this thought arose, a deep, cold voice suddenly rang in her ear.
Do you hate it?
Shen Yurou turned around abruptly and met a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.
It was a man dressed in ancient black robes, with a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly. He stood in the shadows, seemingly blending into the darkness.
The strangest thing is that none of the surrounding guests seem to be able to see him.
"Who are you?" Shen Yurou tried to remain calm, but couldn't control the trembling in her voice.
The man chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Yubai and Xiao Wanxing, who were embracing and kissing in the distance:
“I am someone who can give you strength, for example…”
He pointed at Jiang Yubai, "Make him only have eyes for you."
Shen Yurou's heart suddenly raced.
Reason told her to stay away from this strange man, but the surging jealousy and desire in her heart made her blurt out:
"what would you like?"
The man was none other than Mingye, disguised as Fengjin, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Mingye raised his hand, and a wisp of black energy appeared at his fingertips, wrapping around Shen Yurou's wrist:
"I need you to help me find someone."
Who is it?
"Those who possess the golden light of merit, yet whose souls are pure." Mingye's voice, like a venomous snake, whispered in Shen Yurou's ear, "For each one I find, I will grant you one wish."
Shen Yurou's pupils contracted slightly: "Golden light of merit? What is that?"
“Those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue will have a golden halo above their heads.” Mingye lightly touched her brow with his fingertip, and a cold power surged in. “Now, you can see it.”
The world before Shen Yurou's eyes suddenly changed.
She was horrified to discover that many of the guests present had faint halos floating above their heads.
Xiao Wanxing was pure white, yet surrounded by a lot of golden light; Jiang Yubai and Xiao Yizhou were purple; and in the corner, an inconspicuous old butler had a small golden halo above his head.
"Our first target is right here at this banquet..." Mingye whispered in her ear, "Kill him, take his soul and give it to me, and I'll let Jiang Yubai..."
He pointed to the center of the garden, "I fell in love with you instantly."
Fireworks burst forth again, illuminating Shen Yurou's pale face and her increasingly distorted eyes.
She looked at the old butler's kind smile, then at Jiang Yubai's gentle gaze as he looked at Xiao Wanxing...
"good."
The word was squeezed out between her teeth, so softly it was almost inaudible.
Mingye smiled with satisfaction and placed a jet-black domino into her hand:
“Use this to stab him in the back.”
That night, the Xiao family's old butler suddenly suffered a heart attack and died in the bathroom.
No one saw Shen Yurou trembling as she hid the blood-stained dominoes in her handbag, nor did anyone notice the fleeting infatuation in Jiang Yubai's eyes as he helped her up after she fell.
That was the first soul she sacrificed.
This was also the beginning of her descent into darkness.
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