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

Everyone in the shop knows that whenever they encounter a wealthy young lady who is generous and beautiful, the boss will personally handle the transaction.

After just one treatment, every customer is amazed by the immediate results, their skin seemingly regaining its ultimate radiance and glow. In their excitement, they often top up a large membership fee at once, becoming devoted long-term customers of the beauty salon.

No one knows what bloody and insidious secrets lie hidden beneath this stunningly beautiful appearance.

Inside the door, the two rested with their eyes closed, while outside, undercurrents surged. Shen Jingshu appeared to be drowsy, but the faint sensations emanating from the paper puppets scattered throughout the city lingered in her mind. She caught a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of bloodthirsty aura in the air, tightly masked by expensive incense.

The person behind the scenes is finally about to reveal themselves.

Soft, gentle music filled the room, and warm, sweetly floral serum enveloped the skin. Two technicians moved with delicate, measured steps, performing the treatment flawlessly: makeup removal, serum application, and acupressure massage.

Ye Shuang's body was half-sunken into the soft beauty bed, her consciousness was hazy, but the faint sense of unease in her heart quietly rose up again.

Despite the incredibly comfortable touch, a faint, almost imperceptible, cold, fishy smell lingered deep within her nasal cavity, enveloped by layers of rich floral fragrance, making it impossible for an ordinary person to detect anything amiss. She quietly opened one eye and glanced at Shen Jingshu, who lay beside her with her eyes closed.

Shen Jingshu's eyelashes drooped, her expression relaxed, as if she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

But only she knew that the dozens of paper puppets scattered throughout Ning City in her sea of ​​consciousness were constantly transmitting signals, and the wisp of Yin energy emanating from this closed rest room was of the same origin as the Locking Sha Seal remaining in the body of the Twin Skinning Evil Spirit.

found it.

This beauty salon is actually the hideout of the evil practitioners behind the scenes.

About twenty minutes later, the two technicians stopped what they were doing and apologized softly: "Ladies, please wait a moment. Our boss will come over personally to perform the final essence infusion for you, which is our shop's signature step."

After saying this, the two bowed and left through the door.

A moment later, the door was gently pushed open.

A stunning woman in a dark-patterned cheongsam walked in slowly, her high heels clicking softly on the floor. She held a small white jade porcelain bottle in her hands, a gentle and demure smile playing on her lips. Her upturned, almond-shaped eyes carefully examined the two young and beautiful faces on the bed, a hint of barely perceptible greed lurking deep within them.

"It is an honor that you two beautiful ladies have come from afar and graced our humble shop with your presence."

Her voice was soft and charming as she slowly walked to Shen Jingshu's bedside. Her slender, fair fingertips held the jade bottle and tilted it slightly, pouring out a little milky white ointment that exuded a delicate fragrance.

"My secret-recipe skin-nourishing cream has an exclusive formula, and customers who have used it say it feels like their skin has been reborn."

As she spoke, she touched Shen Jingshu's cheek with the ointment on her fingertips.

Just as her fingertips were inches away from Shen Jingshu's skin, Shen Jingshu didn't open her eyes and spoke softly:

"Boss, this ointment has a peculiar smell. I wonder what precious ingredients it's made of?"

The woman in the cheongsam paused slightly, her smile unchanged, and replied softly, "They are just some rare flowers, herbs, and tonics; the secret recipe is not convenient to share."

Shen Jingshu finally slowly opened her eyelids, her clear eyes staring straight at the woman in the cheongsam. Her gaze penetrated the woman's exquisite makeup and cheongsam, and she saw the faint blood mist surrounding her—countless tiny, fragmented girl phantoms were silently struggling in pain within the mist.

"Is that so?" Shen Jingshu's tone was calm, each word clear. "I did detect something else. The 'skin-refining fragrance' from the skin of a pure yin maiden, isn't it?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the warm, sweet floral fragrance in the room instantly froze.

The woman in the cheongsam's gentle smile froze abruptly, the warmth in her eyes vanishing, replaced by a chilling ruthlessness. The bloodthirsty aura hidden around her could no longer be suppressed, surging outwards with a roar, the thick, cold, fishy smell breaking through the aromatherapy and filling the entire lounge.

"I didn't expect there would be an expert who knows their stuff." She chuckled softly, her voice no longer gentle but chilling. "I was originally going to treat you two pieces of top-quality pure yin material well, but since you saw through me... well, that saves me the trouble."

Ye Shuang, who was standing to the side, immediately sat up and quietly reached for the defensive magic weapon hidden at her waist, her expression tense and wary.

The woman in the cheongsam threw the white jade porcelain bottle in her hand to the ground. The bottle shattered, and the milky white ointment inside immediately turned into a wisp of black evil energy upon contact with the air.

Her cheongsam fluttered without wind, and countless tiny human faces could be vaguely seen wriggling beneath her skin. For the past few years, she had been hunting beautiful, pure-yin girls by raising twin evil spirits, extracting the spiritual energy from their skin and integrating it into herself to maintain this beautiful and ageless appearance.

"I've painstakingly run this beauty salon for so long just to select the best prey. It's perfect when they willingly lie here and let their guard down."

Her gaze greedily locked onto Shen Jingshu and Ye Shuang, "We're lucky today, receiving two excellent vessels with superior destinies all at once."

Shen Jingshu calmly stood up, her posture still upright even in her bathrobe, her eyes showing no fear, only a cold indifference.

"You've harmed dozens of lives, extracted human skin to preserve your youthful appearance, and thought you'd struck gold, but little did you know you'd already incurred a colossal blood debt."

The woman in the cheongsam sneered, her fingertips forming a sinister hand seal. Countless tiny, black tentacles of bloodlust condensed around her, sweeping towards the three men: "Further words are useless! Since you refuse to cooperate, I'll have no choice but to forcibly peel off your skins!"

Inside the sealed rest room, crimson mist surged and churned, and a life-or-death standoff erupted instantly.

The pitch-black, malevolent tentacles, dense and overwhelming, accompanied by a bone-chilling, cold, and bloody wind, lashed wildly at Shen Jingshu and Ye Shuang.

The warm, fragrant aroma in the room was instantly shattered by the bloody, malevolent aura. The enclosed space was chillingly cold, and every wisp of malevolent energy carried the vicious power to peel away human skin and devour living souls.

Ye Shuang's expression hardened, and she immediately summoned the defensive talisman she carried with her. Golden talisman light instantly bloomed, creating a solid barrier of righteous energy in front of her, firmly blocking the incoming evil mist.

But the cultivation level of this woman in the cheongsam is far superior to that of the two puppet evil spirits from last night.

She had personally refined the skin demons and nurtured evil spirits for many years, absorbing the spiritual energy from the skins of dozens of pure yin maidens; her evil arts were already deeply ingrained. The surging blood demons crashed against the barrier, emitting a sizzling, ear-piercing corrosive sound. The golden barrier trembled violently, and cracks spread rapidly.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

The woman in the cheongsam curled her lips into a sinister smile. The gentle beauty in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by twisted greed and cruelty. "By using the bodies of countless young girls to prolong my life, how could mere mortal talismans possibly withstand my deadly skills?"

She activated her magic again with her fingertips, and the murderous aura suddenly surged, with countless dark tentacles squeezing and gnawing at the barrier.

Seeing that the barrier was about to collapse, Shen Jingshu moved slightly and slowly stepped forward.

Her expression was calm and composed. Facing the surging and overwhelming blood demons, she showed no fear whatsoever. With one hand behind her back, she rapidly formed hand seals with the fingertips of the other hand.

A pure and righteous profound energy surged forth from within his body, its golden light piercing through layers of black mist. It was righteous and powerful, naturally restraining all evil and wicked arts.

"The beauty and cultivation gained through evil magic are ultimately just illusions and a source of sin."