RNP Chapter 178 If it had arrived three days later, even a god couldn't have saved it.
Chapter 178 If it had arrived three days later, even a god couldn't have saved it.
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and her body trembled even more violently:
"I went to the temple to ask for talismans and also consulted a master, but it was no use. The talisman paper turned black the next day. That master came to my house, ran away without saying anything, and even sent me a message telling me to find someone else."
Mr. Shen, I really can't hold on much longer... I feel like I'm about to die...
Su Wanqing hugged her and also shed tears: "It's all my fault. If I had thought of finding Mr. Shen earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much."
Shen Yu didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Tang Rou's left shoulder.
Jiang Xinlan followed his gaze and saw that Tang Rou's left shoulder was noticeably lower than her right shoulder. Underneath her clothes, there was a small black shadow lying on her shoulder, its two small hands tightly hugging her neck.
Jiang Xinlan's pupils contracted slightly.
She is now at the early stage of the first level of Qi Refining, and her five senses are far beyond those of ordinary people. She can clearly see the outline of that shadow.
It was a little boy who looked only three or four years old, with a bluish-black face and two black holes in his eyes. He was grinning and blowing cold air into Tang Rou's ear.
"Mr. Shen... what's wrong?" Su Wanqing noticed their gazes and asked nervously.
"A little devil is sitting on her shoulder," Shen Yu said calmly.
"A... a brat?" Tang Rou's face turned deathly pale. She abruptly lowered her head, looking at her left shoulder, her whole body trembling violently. "It's... it's the little boy I dreamed about?"
"Hmm." Shen Yu nodded. "He's been clinging to you for half a month, constantly draining your life essence. If you had come three days later, he would have drained your life essence completely, and even a god couldn't have saved you."
"Ah—!" Tang Rou screamed, trying to shake off the thing on her shoulder, but as soon as she moved, she groaned in pain and her face turned even paler.
"Don't move." Shen Yu raised his hand to stop her. "He's already entangled with your essence. If you move, he'll only absorb it faster."
Tang Rou was so frightened she dared not move, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Shen Yu in despair: "Mr. Shen... is there any hope for me?"
"able."
As soon as Shen Yu finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand, and a wisp of pale golden spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips.
There was no hand gesture, no incantation, just a gentle flick.
The wisp of spiritual energy transformed into a golden light, landing precisely on Tang Rou's left shoulder.
"Wow--!"
A sharp, piercing cry of a baby suddenly rang out, particularly eerie in the quiet living room.
The little black imp jumped off Tang Rou's shoulder, its body emitting black smoke, and rolled on the ground in pain.
His eyes were fixed on Shen Yu, filled with resentment and fear.
Golden light burned his body like a raging fire, his figure grew fainter and fainter, and his screams grew weaker and weaker.
In just a few seconds, the little devil completely turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
"Alright." Shen Yu withdrew his hand.
Tang Rou was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously moved her left arm.
The heavy, cold feeling in my shoulder disappeared, and the excruciating pain was gone.
She raised her arm, turned her shoulder, and looked on with disbelief.
"It doesn't hurt anymore... It really doesn't hurt anymore! I can lift it up now!"
She burst into tears, bowing deeply to Shen Yu: "Thank you, Mr. Shen! Thank you for saving my life! You are like a second parent to me!"
Su Wanqing also burst into tears of joy and quickly helped her up, saying, "That's wonderful, Tang Rou! That's wonderful! You're finally alright!"
Jiang Xinlan frowned slightly as she looked at the small amount of black ash remaining on the ground.
She could sense that the yin energy emanating from the little ghost was exactly the same as the yin energy she had smelled from Su Mu backstage at the TV station.
Shen Yu squatted down and gently touched the black ash with his fingertips.
A faint trace of yin energy traveled from his fingertips, exactly the same as the one he had felt from Jiang Xinlan earlier.
"As expected, they're from the same source." Shen Yu stood up, his eyes turning cold. "This brat and the wooden carving that Su Mu worshipped were both made by the same evil cultivator."
"The same evil cultivator?" Su Wanqing was stunned. "Then... why is Tang Rou being pestered by this brat? She and Su Mu don't even know each other."
"It's not Su Muqian's." Shen Yu shook his head. "Su Muqian himself was a pawn controlled by evil cultivators. This brat was deliberately released by someone to harm Tang Rou."
"Deliberately trying to harm her?" Tang Rou's face paled again. "Who? I haven't offended anyone."
"Following this brat's scent, we can find the person who released him." Shen Yu picked up his coat. "Let's go see who has the audacity to use evil magic to harm people."
"I'll go too!" Jiang Xinlan immediately stood up. "I can sense the Yin energy now, maybe I can help."
"I'm going too!" Su Wanqing stood up as well. "I want to know who's so vicious as to try and harm Tang Rou!"
Shen Yu glanced at them and nodded: "Okay. Tang Rou, stay here and rest. We'll be back soon."
"Okay! Be careful!" Tang Rou nodded quickly.
The three of them stepped out of the house. Shen Yu gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips, which transformed into a faint golden thread that drifted towards the southeast.
"Follow it."
Golden threads floated slowly in the air, passing through streets and finally stopping in front of a high-end apartment building in the city center.
"This is it." Shen Yu looked up at the apartment building. "The person who released the little devil is on the 16th floor."
The three of them entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 16th floor.
As the elevator slowly ascended, Jiang Xinlan could clearly feel that the higher she went, the stronger the yin energy became.
With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.
The corridor was filled with a faint scent of incense and candles, mixed with a barely perceptible smell of blood.
The door was ajar, and a woman's voice could be heard from inside, her tone filled with jealousy and resentment:
"That bitch Tang Rou is still alive? But it doesn't matter. In a few more days, even if she doesn't die, she'll go crazy!"
"Who told her to steal that second female lead role from me! That role was originally mine! If she hadn't played the victim in front of the director, I wouldn't have lost!"
"Baby, help me one last time. Once I get that role, I'll buy you the best incense and candles, and burn tons of paper money for you..."
Jiang Xinlan and Su Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing anger in each other's eyes.
Shen Yu pushed open the door and went inside.
The living room lights were off, with only three white candles lit.
On the table in the center of the living room was a black altar, on which sat a small wooden ghost sculpture that looked exactly like Su Mu's, except that this sculpture was smaller and its eyes were inlaid with red beads, gleaming with an eerie red light.
A woman in a sundress was kneeling in front of the offering table, holding three incense sticks in her hand and muttering incantations.
"who!"
Hearing the noise, the woman turned around abruptly, her face still contorted with resentment, only to be met with Jiang Xinlan's cold gaze.