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

Shen Jingshu unscrewed the jade bottle and released Luo Yurou. She stood quietly to the side, awaiting instructions.

"Go and find the vengeful spirit that is causing trouble here, and bring her to me."

"Yes, Master."

Luo Yurou responded immediately, transforming into a blur and darting into the corridor. As a fellow spirit, her perception of the surrounding resentment was far more acute than that of ordinary people. Following the dense black aura, she traced its source and returned in a moment.

Another female ghost followed behind her, her body surging with resentment. At this moment, she slumped down, like a well-behaved child, obediently following behind Luo Yurou, not daring to cause any trouble.

"Master, it was she who lingered here and caused trouble. I found her on the rooftop of the hotel."

"Rooftop?" Shen Jingshu raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

The female ghost before them was dressed in a red halter dress, her face as pale as paper, and a clear and horrifying strangulation mark on her neck, a mark left from her tragic death.

She had been entrenched here, unwilling to obey orders, but Luo Yurou was a centuries-old ghost, far more powerful than her, a newly deceased soul. After several exchanges, she was utterly powerless to resist. After being taught a lesson, upon hearing that a master had summoned her, she dared not resist in the slightest.

Meeting Shen Jingzhu's calm gaze, the female ghost immediately recognized her profound cultivation. Filled with fear and grievance, her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, her voice choked with sorrow: "Master, I never intended to harm anyone! I died unjustly, filled with resentment, and only wanted justice. But after I became a ghost, no one in the world can see me, and I have nowhere to voice my grievances."

"Being trapped in this building day after day, my resentment grew deeper and deeper. I found that my activity was always confined to the area between the eighth floor and the rooftop where I died, unable to leave even a step. The uncontrollable crying at night that disturbed the guests was not intentional..."

The female ghost knelt on the cold corridor floor, trembling with an aura of gloom, and choked out an explanation with endless grievances.

"I really didn't hurt anyone..."

"I've been trapped here for too long. No one can see me, no one can hear me. I cry out every night, disturbing the tenants, not to scare them, but to attract attention so that someone can find my body sooner, call the police, and seek justice for me!"

Her eyes were filled with deep resentment and sorrow. Although the resentment swirling around her was heavy, it contained not a trace of bloodthirsty malice, but rather the obsession of a lonely, helpless soul with a grievance that could not be redressed.

Shen Jingshu narrowed her eyes slightly, quietly examining the appearance of her soul body.

The soul is clear and pure, without any karmic debts from killing. The resentment is all accumulated over time from tragic deaths, injustices, and having nowhere to turn for help.

Indeed, as she said, she never intentionally harmed anyone. The strange events at the hotel in recent days, the guests' rashes and nightmares, and the crying in the middle of the night were all ways she unconsciously vented her grievances and desperately sought help.

"Tell me the whole truth from beginning to end. How did you die? Who killed you? I will file a case for you to seek justice."

Upon hearing this, the woman in red trembled, her pale face suddenly filled with extreme excitement and hope. Tears instantly transformed into fine, ethereal energy and fell down her cheeks. She kowtowed heavily, expressing her gratitude: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging grief, and spoke each word of her grievance:

"My name is Liu Yiyi."

"The person who killed me was my boyfriend of three years, Gao Xiang."

The night wind swept through the empty corridor, causing the corridor lights to sway slightly. The pale light and shadow fell on Liu Yiyi's pale body, highlighting the despair and sorrow in her eyes.

She rose with a slight tremor, knelt on the ground, and slowly recounted her short and tragic life.

"We were together for three years. We were college sweethearts and stayed in Beijing to work hard after graduation. I always thought our relationship was stable and that we would meet each other's parents, get engaged, and live a peaceful life together soon."

At this point, her voice suddenly choked with emotion, and tears formed from yin energy fell continuously, dissipating into the cold air.

"About two weeks ago, he suddenly asked me to come to this hotel. He said he was under too much work pressure and felt frustrated. He wanted to have a good talk with me and make up for neglecting me during this time. I didn't suspect anything and happily went to the meeting, thinking that he wanted to plan our future together."

"We spent the whole afternoon in the room on the eighth floor. He was gentle and considerate the whole time, just like always, and he was very accommodating to me. I didn't notice at all the coldness and murderous intent hidden in his eyes."

Liu Yiyi clenched her hands, and the hideous strangulation marks on her neck faintly emanated a dark red aura, the deepest marks of her pain before her death.

"After the tender moment, his expression suddenly changed. He told me that he had hooked up with a wealthy woman from a well-off family. She could give him resources and connections, allowing him to skip ten years of hard work and completely escape his life at the bottom. As for me, who had endured three years of hardship with him, I had become the biggest burden on his climb up the social ladder."

"I can't believe that three years of being together day and night, sharing joys and sorrows, are worthless in his eyes. I cried and questioned him, argued and struggled with him, begging him to think of our past relationship. But his mind was made up, and he didn't care about a single bit of affection."

"He was afraid I would pester him, afraid I would expose our relationship and delay his marriage to the rich girl, so he simply killed me without hesitation."

A wave of chilling memories washed over her, causing her soul to tremble violently. Her resentment surged once more, enveloping the entire corridor.

"The wind was strong and it was very cold on the rooftop. He gripped my neck tightly, tightening his grip little by little. I struggled desperately, begged for mercy, and apologized. I said I could disappear completely and never bother him again, but he wouldn't listen at all."

"He watched me suffocate in agony, his eyes cold and unfamiliar, without a trace of emotion. In the end, he strangled me to death on the rooftop."

"The moment I died, I watched him turn away indifferently, straighten his clothes, and leave the hotel as if nothing had happened."

Liu Yiyi burst into tears, her heart-wrenching sobs echoing through the empty eighth floor, a testament to her profound grief.

"After he killed me, in order to completely cover up the traces, he wiped away all the fingerprints and footprints on the rooftop, deleted all our chat history, and blocked all my contact methods."

"I'm just an ordinary working girl with no prominent family background and not many relatives or friends. After I disappeared, the people around me just assumed that I had gone out to clear my head after a breakup, and no one took the initiative to look for me."

"My body was hidden deep within the ventilation duct on the rooftop by him, unnoticed and undiscovered."

"I died with my eyes wide open, my soul trapped in this building, guarding my corpse day after day. I'm not reconciled! I endured the hardest days with him, only to end up dying a miserable death and having my body abandoned!"

"I cried at night, I emitted resentment that disturbed guests, and caused them to break out in rashes. I never intended to harm anyone... I was just too lonely and too wronged! I just wanted someone to find the body on the rooftop, someone to uncover the truth, and someone to seek justice for me, who died unjustly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling wind howled throughout the entire eighth floor, and resentment surged violently, yet there was still no trace of malevolence, only endless grievances and injustices.

Shen Jingshu listened quietly to the whole story, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Three years of deep affection and companionship were rewarded with a meticulously planned murder and betrayal. The most wicked hearts often hide beneath the gentlest facades.

Luo Yurou, standing to the side, lowered her eyes slightly. As fellow innocent souls who had died unjustly, she felt a deep sense of compassion and empathy.

Shen Jingshu's gaze was deep as she slowly spoke to Liu Yiyi: "Now that I have witnessed your injustice, I will not let you die a tragic death in vain."