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The scene cuts back to the Li family villa.

Shen Jingshu had just finished washing up and sat cross-legged on the soft bed, closing her eyes and focusing her mind to regulate her breathing.

The immense merit accumulated from today's live streams—helping people, averting disasters, and deterring evil spirits—is continuously surrounding her, gently nourishing her meridians and destiny.

The room was quiet and peaceful, with a lingering warmth.

Suddenly, the temperature in the entire room plummeted several degrees without warning, and a cold, damp wind swept in silently.

A tall, ethereal figure in ancient costume stepped into the air first, followed by six thin, pale ghostly figures. They slowly drifted through the window into the house. These were Luo Yurou and the six ghosts of the family from the haunted house in the west of the city.

As soon as the six vengeful spirits landed, they saw Shen Jingshu sitting upright on the bed. Their bodies instantly stiffened instinctively, their souls trembled slightly, and a deep-seated fear welled up in their hearts.

Orthodox Taoist practitioners possess an innate aura of power to suppress evil, and coupled with the golden aura of merit surrounding Shen Jingshu, they are supremely righteous and virtuous, naturally the nemesis of all evil spirits. Even if they harbor grievances and resentment, they cannot muster the slightest thought of offense, only feeling utterly respectful and fearful.

Luo Yurou lowered her head slightly and said respectfully, "Master, I have brought back all six lost souls."

Shen Jingshu slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clear and calm as she looked at the six trembling ghostly figures: "You have lingered in the mortal realm for years, reluctant to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Is it because you harbor grievances or resentment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged male spirit stepped forward first, his empty eyes swirling with lingering resentment. His voice was hoarse and sorrowful: "Master, it's not that we are attached to the mortal world, but we died so unjustly and tragically! Our family lived diligently, never committing any evil or harming anyone, yet we were brutally murdered! The murderer is still at large, unpunished. Our great revenge remains unavenged, our injustice unaddressed; we are truly unwilling to be reincarnated!"

Shen Jingshu glanced at them and saw through their past cause and effect at a glance.

This family had been honest and kind for generations, and had never done anything evil in their lives. After their tragic deaths, they became vengeful spirits, but they always stayed in their old home and never actively harmed anyone. Countless explorers had broken into the haunted house and disturbed their peace, but they only punished them slightly and played pranks on them, never harming any living person, and still had a kind heart.

"I am aware of your grievances."

Shen Jingshu's voice was calm and resolute, giving them the most reassuring answer: "The murderer who harmed you has been on the run for many years, and he will surely be caught and brought to justice by tomorrow. I have already calculated his hiding place, and I will soon provide the police station with precise clues to clear your names. You can rest assured and reincarnate in peace."

The six souls shuddered violently, a glimmer of light instantly igniting in their deathly stillness, filled with disbelief and anticipation: "Really? Is what the master said true? He wouldn't deceive us?"

Luo Yurou, standing to the side, spoke calmly with a cool and aloof expression: "My master is a man of his word, and he stands firm in the Xuanmen sect, never deceiving the souls of the dead or misleading the common people. You are fortunate to have been saved by my master; it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

"Yes! We believe you! We thank you, Master!"

The family of six was filled with gratitude, bowing deeply in thanks. The overwhelming resentment that had lingered for years quietly dissipated at that moment.

"Now that you are at peace, I will guide you to the afterlife."

Shen Jingshu raised her hands to form a mudra, and softly recited the sutra for salvation.

A solemn and ethereal incantation slowly echoed throughout the room; a glint of light flowed from his fingertips as he lightly swept his fingers through the air—

The once peaceful void was suddenly torn open, revealing a dark and deep opening. A cold wind blew slowly through it, revealing the passage to the underworld, the gateway to reincarnation.

Mist billowed at the cave entrance, and two familiar black and white figures hurriedly broke through the space, none other than the Black and White Impermanence.

The two arrived in a great hurry, their bodies rushing forward, almost pouncing straight on Shen Jingshu. Fortunately, due to years of reverence, they instinctively stopped themselves and landed steadily just one meter away from her.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing: Thank goodness! They managed to catch the extradition channel personally opened by Mr. Shen and didn't miss the appointed time!

After regaining their footing and catching their breath, the Black and White Impermanence, who usually intimidated countless souls, bowed respectfully in unison, their voices solemn and dignified:

"Greetings, Mr. Shen!"

The iron chains on Black Impermanence's shoulders clanged softly, producing a muffled, tinkling sound. His usual ferocious expression when summoning souls was now completely concealed. White Impermanence's soul-summoning banner hung gently in his hand, not daring to sway in the slightest.

Shen Jingshu nodded slightly, her tone calm: "I'm sorry to have troubled you two to come all this way. This family of six died unjustly, and I promised them that the murderer would be caught soon."

"As you command, sir, we will certainly carry it out!" Bai Wuchang bowed and responded humbly.

The middle-aged male spirit standing to the side trembled slightly as he watched the renowned Black and White Impermanence treat the girl before him with such respect. Only then did he truly understand that Luo Yurou's words, "My master's word is as good as gold," were no empty promise.

The two child spirits timidly hid behind their parents, secretly glancing at Shen Jingshu's faint golden light. Gone was the chilling malevolence of the haunted house; only pure bewilderment remained.

Shen Jingshu conjured a talisman with clues written on it from her fingertips and floated it into the air, delivering it to Bai Wuchang's hand.

"The killer is hiding in an abandoned mine in a neighboring province and has several cold cases on his hands. All the clues are here."

Black Impermanence solemnly accepted the talisman and put it away, wrapping the iron chain around his wrist: "We will immediately summon the judge, and tonight we will appear in the dreams of the investigating police officers to ensure that the clues lead to the arrest tomorrow. We will not fail your entrustment, sir, and we will not wrong this family's injustice."

"Very good." Shen Jingshu turned her gaze to the six dead souls, her voice softening slightly. "The passage has been opened. Follow the two Lords of Impermanence to the underworld, record your confessions, and once the murderer is brought to justice and the resentment is completely dissipated, you can wait for reincarnation. You will have a peaceful and smooth life in your next life."

The middle-aged man, along with his wife, children, and elderly relatives, knelt deeply on the ground, tears streaming down their pale faces. "Thank you so much, Master Shen! Our family will remember your kindness forever. If we have the chance in our next life, we will repay your kindness today!"

"There's no need to worry about it; just let go of your obsession."

Black and White Impermanence stepped forward, gently sweeping the Soul-Summoning Banner to tenderly guide the six realms of the dead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please follow us into the passage."

The family of six, supporting each other, slowly walked into the dark, faintly golden entrance to the Cycle of Reincarnation.

As the last small, thin child figure disappeared into the passage, the Black and White Impermanence bowed deeply to Shen Jingshu once more.

"If there are no further instructions, we will return to the underworld to report. In the future, if you need to guide the souls of the dead, simply send us a telepathic message, and we will be there at your beck and call!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two figures stepped into the void rift.

The opening closed slowly like flowing water, and the room suddenly warmed up, dispelling the biting cold from before.

Luo Yurou's illusory figure stood to one side, quietly waiting with her hands at her sides.

Shen Jingshu withdrew her hand seal, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing for a moment, and the merit glow flowing around her body became even thicker.

"Thank you for your hard work today," she said softly.