Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Luo Yurou's heart sank, but she accepted it calmly. After all, it was only right to pay for murder with one's life, and she had already prepared herself for torture.

Just as a little devil was about to step forward and drag her into hell, Bai Wuchang hurriedly stepped forward, pulled the judge to a secluded spot outside the hall, whispered a few words in a low voice, explained the things Shen Jingshu had entrusted to him one by one, and then quietly took out a few gold ingots that Shen Jingshu had burned from his bosom and stuffed them into the judge's hand.

The gold ingot contained the spiritual power of the Xuanmen sect, making it a rare item in the underworld. After the judge accepted it, his expression immediately softened.

The two returned to the hall. The judge coughed lightly and spoke again, his tone much gentler: "Upon further investigation, it was found that those you killed were all ruthless bandits who committed arson, murder, robbery, and all sorts of evil deeds. They deserved their punishment. Moreover, you have wandered in the mortal realm for hundreds of years without ever harming the innocent. Although your obsessions are deep, you have not committed any evil deeds, which is truly commendable. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to go to the Bridge of Helplessness to assist Meng Po in brewing the Meng Po soup and managing the affairs at the bridgehead. This will allow you to atone for your sins through labor and reduce your punishment. When your sentence is served, you will be able to reincarnate smoothly."

This reversal of the verdict left Luo Yurou stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. She immediately knelt down and kowtowed, her voice choked with emotion: "Thank you, Your Honor, for your mercy! Thank you, Your Honor!"

She knew in her heart that the immense favor that allowed her to go from the tortures of hell to laboring on the Bridge of Helplessness to atone for her sins was entirely due to Shen Jingshu's help, and her gratitude towards Shen Jingshu deepened even further.

After the little ghost led Luo Yurou to the Bridge of Helplessness, the Judge, accompanied by the Black and White Impermanence, sat down in the side hall. He picked up a cup of Yin tea, took a sip, looked at the two, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "You two went out of your way to plead for this hundred-year-old female ghost, even offering such fine Yin silver. What exactly is your relationship with this female ghost?"

Bai Wuchang quickly waved his hand, a sheepish smile on his face: "Your Honor is joking. We have no personal relationship with this female ghost whatsoever. It's all because of Master Shen."

"Master Shen? Which Master Shen?" The judge stroked his beard, not immediately recognizing him.

"It's that young lady who's accompanied by an enlightened immortal, the one we've dealt with hundreds of years ago!" Black Impermanence reminded him in a deep voice.

The judge's pupils contracted slightly as he instantly regained his senses, a look of realization mixed with respect appearing on his face: "So it's her! I haven't heard from her in a long time. What, were you sent on her behalf this time?"

"That's right! It was Master Shen who used her spiritual powers in the mortal realm to summon us. She also handed this female ghost over to us." Bai Wuchang quickly replied.

The judge nodded knowingly and sighed softly, "No wonder. That person, who is always kind-hearted and most compassionate towards the suffering, must have asked you to intercede for her because he saw that this female ghost was deeply obsessed and had a pitiful life."

As he spoke, he glanced slyly at the two of them and teased them, "You two don't think you can hide it from me. That person is always generous. The benefits he gave this time are definitely more than what we just received. Shouldn't you share some with me? You know, our underworld is deserted these days, and I, as the judge, am also short of money. I'm always short of money to bribe people, and I'm living a very frugal life."

Black Impermanence's face stiffened, and White Impermanence quickly took half a step back, waving his hands repeatedly: "There really isn't much left, just this much! Next time, next time Master Shen gives us instructions, we'll definitely share our profits with you!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance, fearing that the judge would pursue them further. With a flicker of their bodies, they transformed into two afterimages and darted out of the hall.

"We still have official business to attend to, the judge, so we won't keep you company any longer. We'll take our leave now!"

The sound still lingered in the air, but the two ghostly figures had already vanished without a trace.

The judge looked in the direction they fled in panic, shook his head helplessly, but a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes.

Over the past few hundred years, the spiritual power of people in the Xuanmen sect in the mortal realm has gradually weakened. Very few experts are able to directly communicate with the underworld and offer high-quality Yin silver as tribute. With Master Shen's abilities and the support of a Celestial Venerable, we must find an opportunity to personally cultivate a good relationship with him in the future. We cannot miss this opportunity.

He pondered for a moment, made a mental note of the matter, and turned back to his duties in the underworld, waiting for a suitable opportunity to establish a relationship with this Master Shen.

The Netherworld Gate closed completely, and the Yin energy on the rooftop dissipated. Shen Jingshu straightened her clothes and slowly walked down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, her phone suddenly rang. The words "Big Brother" flashed on the screen; it was Li Hanting calling.

She pressed the answer button, her voice soft: "Hello, big brother."

"Jing Shu." Li Hanting's deep voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval, "The clues you provided tonight were extremely accurate. Shi Lei and his gang have all been apprehended. This operation was a complete success."

He paused, then softened his tone, adding a hint of entrustment: "There's one more thing I need your help with. Are you free tomorrow?"

"I don't have classes tomorrow, so I have plenty of time," Shen Jingshu readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll pick you up from school myself tomorrow."

"it is good."

After a brief exchange, Shen Jingshu hung up the phone and went back to her dormitory.

The dormitory was still lively. Xu Zhixia and her two companions sat together, excitedly discussing the bizarre events of tonight's live broadcast, from the infatuated female ghost Luo Yurou to the drug lord Shi Lei who walked right into their trap. Every word they uttered was full of amazement.

Shen Jingshu didn't say much. She quietly climbed onto her bed, lay down, closed her eyes to rest, and soon fell into a state of tranquility.

Meanwhile, in another luxury villa in the city.

The bedroom on the second floor was dimly lit. Lu Jingxing stood alone by the window, his fingertips repeatedly stroking a warm wooden plaque, his gaze fixed on the deep night outside, lost in thought.

Ever since Shen Jingshu gave him this wooden plaque, he has carried it with him at all times.

The evil spirits that used to haunt him and linger around him no longer dare to approach. Although he can still see those wandering ghosts, he has been used to this situation since childhood. As long as they do not bother him, he can completely ignore them, and his days have become much quieter.

The unique, warm spiritual energy emanating from the wooden plaque reached Lu Jingxing's fingertips, and his heart stirred slightly. She was his only hope, and now it seemed that his words had come true.

During the day, he encountered Master Lingxu, a Taoist master who was usually indifferent. Upon seeing the wooden plaque he carried, the master was immediately shocked and repeatedly questioned him about its origin and maker. No matter how much Master Lingxu pressed him, he remained tight-lipped and did not reveal any information related to Shen Jingshu.

Master Lingxu knew his stubborn nature. Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, he did not press him further. However, before leaving, he repeatedly urged him to help introduce the maker of the wooden plaque if there was an opportunity in the future. His words were full of respect and longing.

Lu Jingxing gazed at the night outside the window, his fingers gripping the wooden plaque tightly. He became increasingly certain that Shen Jingshu was his only turning point in this life.