Stop pretending, the fake heiress is actually a master of metaphysics.

She glanced at the female ghost and realized that she wasn't actually wearing red.

It should have been a cream-colored long dress.

It was just stained red with blood.

She frowned, unsure how to explain to this seven or eight-year-old child that her mother had passed away.

There is even a strong possibility that he was murdered.

Shen Nian asked, "Where are the other adults in your family? I need to say a few words to them."

"I'll take you to find my grandma!"

As she spoke, the little girl ran towards another room, clutching her phone.

In the shot, an elderly man with white hair, frail and thin, appeared.

The little girl spoke to her.

The old man seemed not to hear clearly and made several "ah" sounds in a row.

She squinted at Shen Nian in the live stream and mumbled something that Shen Nian couldn't hear.

The little girl then held up her phone to find her uncle, who was her mother's brother.

"Uncle, the master on the phone can see Mom. Mom is really at home. I'm not lying to you."

The little girl's uncle, who looked to be in his thirties with dyed blond hair, impatiently shoved the girl aside: "How many times have I told you? Your mother ran off with someone a long time ago, she's not coming back!"

He snatched the phone from the girl's hand: "I gave you the phone so you could study hard, not so you could watch live streams and tip the streamers."

He glanced impatiently at his phone screen: "Hey, I don't care who you are or how many followers you have, don't even think about swindling money from my family. My sister ran off with someone ages ago, leaving behind a little kid who can't even speak properly and my mother. Even if she came back, I wouldn't let her into this house!"

Just as Huang Mao was about to leave the live stream, Shen Nian said, "Your sister is dead."

"Today is the seventh day after her death, the night her spirit returns. Her ghost is right behind you now. Do you want to turn around... and take one last look at her?"

The blond-haired man was startled.

"What did you say? How could my sister be dead? She clearly ran off with a rich man and is living a good life now."

"How could someone as selfish as her be dead?"

Shen Nian moved her lips and whispered a string of incantations.

The blond-haired man couldn't hear clearly: "What did you just say? Can you speak louder?"

Shen Nian: "Turn around. Now, you can see her too."

Huang Mao felt his body move uncontrollably. He turned around, looked at the corner of the room, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"……sister??!"

The phone fell to the ground, plunging the live stream into darkness.

The comments section was buzzing with anxiety.

What exactly happened?

Why did my sister die? Was it an accident or was it deliberately caused?

I'm not going to make it. I thought you abandoned us and were living a good life. Even though I hated you, I still hoped you could be happy. But now I know you're not doing well at all, and you lost your life at such a young age...

[Upstairs, please stop talking, I'm about to burst into tears.]

[They say they hate their older sister, but they secretly wish she were truly happy.]

If you are happy, it doesn't matter if we disappear without a trace.

[Furthermore, judging from the little girl's clothes and appearance, it's clear that her uncle is taking good care of her. The family may not be wealthy, but they still provided the younger sister with a mobile phone for learning.]

[Waaaaaah, please stop talking! Did my sister really die in an accident?]

[Host, could you please calculate how my sister died? If she was murdered, shouldn't we call the police quickly to find the killer?]

Shen Nian glanced at the comments and said, "Everyone, please calm down. I know where they are. I will go there myself to see the situation in a while."

That's all for today's live stream. See you tomorrow.

After saying that, Shen Nian ended the live stream, got up and went out.

A torrential downpour struck Jinghai tonight. Shen Nian, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepped into the rain.

Gu Qiwen followed her out the door, saying, "I'll see you out."

Shen Nian was about to say no, she could open the gate to the underworld.

However, she then thought that if she suddenly appeared at the place where the woman's body was dumped, it would be difficult to explain to the police.

I'm afraid the logistics staff will have a headache then.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Nian nodded.

Gu Qiwen drove, and Shen Nian located an abandoned beach on the map.

It takes about two hours to drive there, at the border between Jinghai and Linshi.

The driver picked up the female ghost just now, and if you walk another kilometer forward, you'll reach this abandoned beach.

That woman... was her body dumped in the sea?

If her family didn't know she was dead, then who burned the paper money in her hand?

friend?

But why didn't they report her death when they knew she was dead?

Shen Nian frowned, then raised her fingers and calculated for a moment.

The distance was too great, and she had no karmic connection with the female ghost, so she could only glean fragments of information.

Perhaps we need to find the female ghost's body to figure out what happened.

The rain intensified rather than decreased along the way.

A torrential downpour began, the sky was dark and visibility was low.

Gu Qiwen drove the car very steadily.

Two hours later, the two arrived at the deserted seaside area under the overpass.

Shen Nian scanned her surroundings and indeed saw several unnamed stone tablets standing in the distance, next to the driveway.

That place where the driver picked up passengers was definitely here.

Shen Nian handed the umbrella to Gu Qiwen, telling him to hold it himself, and walked into the rain alone.

Strangely, just as the rain was about to fall on her, it seemed to encounter some kind of barrier and was blocked.

Shen Nian stood in the pouring rain, yet not a single raindrop touched her.

A flash of blood red suddenly appeared in Shen Nian's field of vision.

There it is!

The corpse of the female ghost.

She appears to have been buried in the rocky shore by the murderer.

But after a torrential rain, part of the woman's body was exposed due to the rainwater washing away the debris.

Night, torrential rain, a woman's corpse.

These three words together are enough to give any imaginative person goosebumps.

However, Shen Nian's tone remained very calm.

"We've found the body, call the police."

She did not approach the body rashly, fearing that leaving footprints would interfere with the police investigation.

But the torrential rain washed away the woman's hair, revealing the back of her neck branded with strange images.

Shen Nian recognized the pattern at a glance.

A thousand years ago, the Guili Sect was destroyed, and the only thing Shen Nian remembered was this totem on the other party's body.

Why are you here?

A thousand years later... are those people still alive?

Shen Nian stood there stunned in the rain, as if the scene of the sect's massacre was unfolding before her eyes once again.

The pale, naked female corpse seemed to have transformed into the unseeing disciples of the Guili Sect, lying on the ground, bleeding, reaching out their hands to her.

They could no longer make a sound, yet they continued to pray silently—

help me.

Senior Sister, please save me.

Help me...