PNB Chapter 210: The Art of Summoning the Soul
Chapter 210: The Art of Summoning the Soul
"In the summer when he was fifteen, he cleverly designed a plan to make his father reveal all his secrets while he was drunk."
"And after that……"
Her tone suddenly became strange, as if she was enjoying everyone's curiosity and nervousness.
"Guess what kind of revenge that young man has planned?"
Her expression suddenly softened, but this did not reduce the fear in the hearts of those around her.
Han Yue'er asked tentatively: "Could it be that he wants to use legends about ghosts and gods to punish those people?"
The woman chuckled: "Smart, you guessed it right."
"He was only fifteen years old at the time, but he was already thinking about how to use me as a ghost to carry out his revenge plan!"
"In fact, I was still immersed in a long sleep at that time and had not awakened. It was him who brought a few people to the quiet river beside the village, pushed them into the river one by one, and then offered sacrifices. In a way that was almost a ritual, he forcefully woke me up."
"Later I found out that he actually taught himself the art of summoning spirits."
"He said he had found out everything, admitted that he had wrongly blamed me, and realized that the tragedy of my mother and uncle was actually the responsibility of the entire village. He was alone and had no hope of revenge, so he tried to use my power to achieve his goal."
"The most ironic thing is that he also asked me if I knew his grandfather's official position."
Her laughter rang out again, but this time, it was sharp and cold, filled with endless sadness and irony.
"I understand. How could I not understand? I just didn't tell him on purpose."
"I know clearly in my heart that what he wanted to summon was never me, but the souls of Sister Fan and Master Fan! Unfortunately, he couldn't summon their souls. In desperation, he had to settle for me as the second best choice."
"He lured people to the river not only for revenge, but also to please me and show me his deep and sincere love for his mother and his determination to avenge his mother and uncle."
Her voice suddenly rose, with uncontrollable emotion: "I just stood there quietly, watching him perform this revenge drama like an actor!"
"Although I am not well-informed, I am not stupid. All the killings he committed were not entirely out of remembrance of Sister Fan and Master Fan, but more to please me and win my 'trust'. Therefore, I witnessed him personally taking the lives of my grandfather, grandmother, and father. Jiang San'er, who forced Sister Fan and I to flee, as well as the greedy and cruel village head and his wife and their innocent young grandson, none of them escaped his clutches."
"Finally, in order to clear himself of suspicion, he carefully planned an accident, making himself appear to be a victim of the 'ghost's' revenge, and sank into the icy river, thus covering up all his crimes."
Sheng Junwei nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with affirmation: "Yes, this is the shocking truth behind the eight consecutive deaths that shocked the whole village in Nanping Village thirty years ago."
Her voice was calm and firm, as if it had penetrated the mist of time and slowly uncovered the dusty past.
Fan Ruoxuan gradually regained consciousness in a trance. The cold wind around him seemed to carry the lingering gloomy aura of Jiang Zhaodi, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
Although they knew that Jiang Zhaodi had no intention of harming them, the fear in their hearts was still difficult to calm down.
He forced himself to speak in a trembling voice and challenged Sheng Junwei again: "What makes you so sure? This is just one-sided. Maybe it made up a lie just to escape the sanctions and punishment it deserves."
Hearing this, Sheng Junwei raised a slightly sarcastic smile, and glanced at Fan Ruoxuan sharply, with a hint of teasing in her words: "Oh? What kind of punishment do you think you can give it? It is now a being in the underworld. What can you and I, as mortals, do to it?"
This question made Fan Ruoxuan speechless, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
At this moment, a cold but majestic voice echoed in the air: "The laws of the world may not be able to restrain it, but in the invisible underworld, there are strict laws. The reason why it weaves lies is probably to avoid being judged by the underworld."
As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them seemed to freeze a little.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Junwei turned to look at the person who spoke, her eyes full of doubt and inquiry: "Are you really the famous chief disciple of Pinglong Mountain?"
Faced with the doubt, Gu Weiyi's face darkened slightly, and he answered without question: "It is genuine, there is no need to question my identity."
An intriguing expression flashed across Sheng Junwei's face, and she spoke softly but forcefully: "As the chief disciple of Pinglong Mountain, how could you have doubts about the law of cause and effect, and the law of heaven that good and evil will be rewarded? Cause and effect are determined by heaven and cannot be controlled by human power. Officials in the human world may be corrupt and pervert the law, but the way of heaven is selfless and fair, and it only makes judgments based on facts."
"If Jiang Zhaodi is really as innocent as she claims, no matter how perfect her lies are, the heaven will not be moved. When she is judged by the underworld, the Book of Life and Death will clearly record all her crimes and innocence. On the contrary, if she is innocent, no malicious frame-up can tarnish her in the slightest, and the Book of Life and Death will remain spotless."
Upon hearing this, Gu Weiyi frowned slightly, as if he was touched by these words, but he did not refute immediately and fell into deep thought.
Yang Shengming, who was standing by, couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Mrs. Pei..."
"Just call me Doctor Sheng."
Pei Yu's body couldn't help but stiffen, and he was obviously a little uncomfortable with this sudden change of address.
Yang Shengming quickly changed the subject: "Doctor Sheng, does the underworld really exist in this world?"
Sheng Junwei glanced at him lightly, with a smile on her lips that was meaningful: "You will know after a hundred years."
Yang Shengming was speechless for a moment, and smiled bitterly: "...Thank you for your advice, but it's better for me not to know in advance."
At this moment, Pei Yu suddenly interrupted, breaking the brief silence: "So...what happened next? What happened to Jiang Guangyao?"
Yang Shengming also showed great interest and asked, "Yes, I have never heard of Lord Fan having such a grandson in all these years in the capital."
Jiang Zhaodi remained silent, while Sheng Junwei's answer was profound and full of mystery: "Let them go. I have no intention of making enemies."
Under her gaze, even the terrifying Jiang Zhaodi seemed to feel a hint of unusual tenderness and understanding.
Jiang Zhaodi pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you mean to let him return to the Fan family?"
Sheng Junwei shook her head slightly, with unshakable faith in her tone: "Good and evil will eventually have their due. Those who do evil should face the consequences of their crimes."