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

A barrage of comments flooded the screen, some people could see everything clearly, while others only saw Shen Jingshu all alone.

Shen Jingshu glanced indifferently at the questions swirling on the screen, offering no further explanation, but calmly stated, "Everyone's birth chart is different. It's not surprising that those with weak birth charts, or those experiencing a recent downturn in fortune, can glimpse things that ordinary people cannot. I've already sent a friend to handle it."

On the other side of the camera, Xiao Qiang and his two companions had just caught a fleeting glimpse of a hazy figure in ancient costume, and their hearts were already pounding with tension.

Seeing that Shen Jingshu was about to temporarily suspend the live stream, Xiao Qiang hurriedly and tremblingly pleaded, "Master Shen, could you please not hang up the live stream... We only feel a little safe when we're connected to your live stream."

Shen Jingshu sighed softly, "Okay."

On the other side, Luo Yurou, a ghost servant who had cultivated for a hundred years, could travel thousands of miles in an instant. After locking onto the specific location, her phantom arrived at the door of the abandoned villa in a flash.

Thick, surging, almost solidified Yin energy continuously seeped out from the cracks in the doors and windows. Luo Yurou, with her powerful spiritual sense, instantly perceived the Yin spirits lurking inside the house.

The vengeful spirits inside the house also keenly sensed the approaching, extremely oppressive, and powerful yin energy. They all abandoned their wandering and gathered in the lobby on the first floor to wait.

Luo Yurou floated lightly through the locked door and landed in the empty, dusty living room.

Six pale, motionless ghostly figures stood silently in the hall.

Two small, thin children, a pair of hunched-over elderly people, and a middle-aged couple.

It was the same family that was brutally murdered many years ago.

The six vengeful spirits stared lifelessly at Luo Yurou, their eyes filled with a blood-red resentment that had lingered for years. The tragic events of years past were still vivid in their minds. No culprit had been able to suppress them with their magic, and the family was trapped in their home, reliving the despair and pain they had suffered before their deaths day after day.

Luo Yurou's robes fluttered slightly, and her clear, cold voice echoed in the empty, chilly villa hall:

"You linger in the mortal realm, harming people and disturbing children. Do you know you have crossed the line?"

Behind them, Xiaoqiang and his two companions huddled in a corner, their phone cameras slightly peeking out, just enough to vaguely capture the overlapping pale shadows in the hall.

The three of them held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

When Xiaoqiang pointed his phone camera at the empty villa hall, the viewers in the live stream saw a completely different scene.

On most people's screens, all they see are houses covered in thick dust, desolate and empty, with nothing to see.

However, some viewers with weak birth charts and unfavorable fortunes glimpsed scenes of the underworld through the screen, resulting in a frenzy of comments on the live stream:

I saw it! I clearly saw six pale white shadows!

[Two elderly people, a couple, and two young children—exactly the family of six who were murdered years ago!]

That woman in ancient costume is so powerful! Her aura completely overwhelms them!

Can't the others see? They're all glaring fiercely at Sister Yu Rou!

The three men, Xiaoqiang and his companions, huddled in the corner, were staring at the scene before them, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They gripped their phones tightly, afraid to make a sound.

In the hall, the vengeful spirits of the six members of the murdered family stared at Luo Yurou with a ferocious and resentful expression.

The middle-aged man was filled with resentment, his empty eye sockets overflowing with dark mist, and his hoarse voice echoed in the living room:

"This is our home! They barged in and disturbed our peace! We were living a peaceful life, why should outsiders keep intruding and prying into our suffering! Since they like this villa so much, then let them stay here forever and keep us company!"

Two ghostly child figures clapped their withered little hands excitedly nearby, their childish voices carrying a chilling aura:

"Okay, okay! Let the older brothers stay and play with us! It's been so long since anyone played with us..."

Luo Yurou remained indifferent, unwilling to waste any more words trying to reason with her.

After a century of silence, she received merit from Shen Jingshu and is now at the half-step Ghost King level.

A surging, heavy, almost tangible, icy ghostly pressure suddenly swept over her!

The eerie wind in the entire villa instantly froze, and a heavy pressure rolled down.

These six ordinary, wronged souls could hardly withstand the divine pressure of a half-step ghost king.

"Thump—"

The six ghostly figures could not support their bodies at all. Their knees slammed heavily onto the dusty floor, their souls trembled, and even the black mist thinned a bit.

The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in all things, even vengeful spirits.

The fierce and malevolent aura from before vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group trembled all over and repeatedly kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Great Immortal, spare us! Great Immortal, forgive us! We...we know we were wrong!"

The two children were so frightened that they hid behind the old man's ghostly figure and dared not make any more noise.

Luo Yurou's robes fluttered slightly without wind, and her clear, cold voice pierced through the chilling room:

"It is true that mortals in the mortal world are wrong for being ignorant, but your lingering in the mortal world, disturbing people with your resentment, and attempting to take lives have already violated the rules of the yin and yang worlds."

"My master is compassionate and could have easily scattered your souls. But considering the tragic fate you suffered and the fact that the murderer has not yet been brought to justice, he spared your spirits."

In the corner, Xiao Qiang's phone camera accidentally shook slightly, and some viewers in the live stream clearly saw the scene of six ghosts kneeling and begging for mercy, which shocked the chat so much that it almost stopped.

[My God! This pressure is terrifying! Sister Yu Rou is so strong!]

[He was so fierce just a moment ago, but he suddenly became cowardly!]

The massacre of an entire family is truly tragic, but taking living people as sacrifices is absolutely wrong!

Shen Jingshu sat in front of the camera, calmly watching the comments section, and whispered to Xiaoqiang on the other end of the line:

"Don't be afraid, my friends have suppressed them, you can go out now."

Shen Jingshu's calm voice came through the phone, soothing the three still-shaken teenagers.

Xiaoqiang and his two companions stared in disbelief, their voices trembling: "Host... can we really get out? Can we really leave?"

"Let's go downstairs and try."

Having received Shen Jingshu's affirmative reply, the three of them gripped their phones tightly, hunched over, and timidly moved downstairs.

As they passed the six silent, ghostly figures standing in the hall, they were so frightened that they dared not breathe. They desperately huddled around the corners of the walls, not daring to look at them for long, and moved with all their might to get away from that cold and chilling area.

Stumbling and staggering, Xiaoqiang rushed to the villa's front gate, his hands trembling as he gave it a final push—

The door, which had been locked tight all night and wouldn't budge no matter how much they pulled, suddenly swung open.

The evening breeze, carrying the chill of the night, swept over me. Outside, the night was normal, and the air was fresh, no longer the deathly, gloomy cage inside the house.

The three dared not linger for a moment, scrambling and crawling out of the abandoned villa, running wildly for a long distance until they were completely away from the haunted house. Only then did their legs give way and they stopped by the roadside, bending over and panting heavily, their bodies soaked in cold sweat, their hands and feet still weak and trembling.

After regaining their senses, they suddenly remembered that they were still live-streaming.

Xiao Qiang quickly raised his phone, his eyes filled with gratitude for surviving such a close call, his voice trembling with emotion: "Master Shen! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

He looked down at his phone screen and exclaimed in surprise, "We have a signal! Our phones have a normal signal again!"

The other two boys nodded in agreement, feeling both relieved and fearful: "If it weren't for you today, the three of us would have been trapped inside tonight! We'll never dare to wander into places like this again!"

"I'll call my parents right now and have them come pick us up!"