The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

Chapter 211: Deep Resentment

Miraculously, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Zhaodi's bloodstained face, which was unprecedentedly gentle. "Okay, I believe you."

These words were not spoken out of doubt about her own abilities, but out of awe and conviction for Sheng Junwei's extraordinary insight and the unknown power hidden behind it.

That kind of power is invisible but powerful and cannot be ignored.

As this conversation came to an end, the heavy haze that had shrouded the village for years seemed to have found an outlet and slowly dissipated.

The dilapidated village gradually emerged, and what came into view was a desolate and dilapidated scene. The tragedy thirty years ago was like a sharp sickle, harvesting the vitality and prosperity of the past.

The villagers fled one after another, leaving behind an empty shell that carried sin and sorrow. As time passed, it was gradually forgotten and died out.

The thatched hut where smoke once rose is now only in ruins, with only a few shaky wooden pillars barely maintaining its final dignity.

In one of the almost collapsed huts, six people lay on the cold ground with their eyes closed, like witnesses abandoned by time, quietly recounting the secrets and sorrows of the past.

Although they closed their eyes tightly and tried to block out the intrusion of the outside world, fear still seeped slowly from their brows like invisible ink, outlining a picture of uneasiness and fear. Obviously, the scenes entangled in nightmares did not belong to the category of beautiful.

Suddenly, as if being pulled by some unknown force, the six people opened their eyes at the same time, as if struggling out of a deep dark abyss. The faces of the two young men were instantly filled with shock and fear, and they almost instinctively exclaimed: "Ghost!"

The voice was filled with uncontrollable panic, as if one had witnessed something unspeakable.

Hearing each other's sharp cries, the two looked at each other, their pupils reflecting each other's fear. Driven by an instinctive desire to survive, they made the decision to flee at the same time, their bodies reacting before they thought.

At this time, a man in his 40s or 50s in the team, his face was like a dark cloud covering the sun, his expression was full of dissatisfaction and severity, he scolded: "How stupid! If there really is a ghost, how can you escape so easily by running around blindly like this?"

There was unquestionable majesty in his words.

The two men who were being rebuked paused, and their steps became hesitant. One of them asked hesitantly, "Then what do you say we should do?"

The person who raised the question was the mainstay of the Cao family, Jiang Guangyao.

Jiang Guangyao then turned around and fixed his eyes on the remaining three people.

The three men were wearing bright yellow robes that represented their Taoist identity, with their sleeves fluttering in the wind, giving off a sense of being otherworldly.

Jiang Guangyao pleaded with the three Taoists with a tone of respect and expectation, "Three masters, didn't you promise before that you could eliminate the evil things entrenched in our village?"

The oldest man in a yellow robe had a flash of embarrassment on his face, but he quickly adjusted his posture and tried his best to maintain the demeanor of a master: "Before you came, you didn't tell me that this evil thing is actually a fierce ghost that has been holding a grudge for thirty years! The resentment it carries is soaring into the sky that it is definitely not something that ordinary people can deal with."

The more he spoke, the more sufficient the old man's reasons seemed to be. He then confidently pushed the responsibility onto Jiang Guangyao: "It's all because you didn't explain the truth clearly, causing us to be unprepared and mistakenly enter such a dangerous place! You should find someone else to help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist priest hurriedly ran out of the door with his two disciples.

However, before they could run far, bursts of shrill screams rang out one after another in the dark night. The three people in the room were all stunned when they heard the sound. The other two men asked Jiang Guangyao anxiously: "Brother Guangyao, why did the master you invited run away from the battlefield? Should we run away with him?"

Jiang Guangyao frowned, and after a moment's hesitation, he uttered one word with determination: "Escape."

However, as fate would have it, no matter how hard the three ran, they seemed to be trapped in a strange maze. They were clearly running towards the village entrance with a clear goal, but unexpectedly they ended up inexplicably back at the winding and quiet river at the end of the village.

On the river, a female ghost with an abnormally distorted head and a face that was both terrifying and sad was staring at them with great interest. Her gaze penetrated the night, as if it could directly touch the depths of a person's soul.

What was even more unexpected was that the three Taoists were also standing by the river, with complicated and frightened expressions.

Faced with this scene, Jiang Guangyao's two companions were almost frightened out of their wits and almost lost their souls.

Although Jiang Guangyao was equally frightened, he managed to maintain a trace of calm compared to his companions. His lips trembled slightly as he uttered a word with difficulty: "Mother..."

The ghost girl called mother, Jiang Zhaodi, seemed amused when she heard the name. A smile uglier than crying appeared on her lips: "Mother?"

The two companions who had just recovered from their extreme shock looked confused and asked in unison: "What?"

This scene was like a dying person who was suddenly frightened and sat up abruptly. The two of them stared with eyes wide open in disbelief: "What do you mean? This female ghost... is you?"

Two lines of blood-red tears quietly slid down the ghost girl's eyes, and she said faintly: "I am not your mother."

"No, you are my mother!"

Jiang Guangyao's voice was mixed with determination and sadness that were difficult to conceal.

Jiang Zhaodi's laughter sounded even harsher than crying: "What son would bring a Taoist priest to beat his own mother's soul into pieces?"

The Taoist priests and his two companions around him all looked at Jiang Guangyao with eyes full of shock and confusion.

When the old Taoist came to his senses, he quickly pulled the two disciples back a few steps and explained with a complicated look: "Although good and evil cannot coexist, I am not an unreasonable person. The fault this time is that the boy concealed the truth. If I had known that the purpose of his inviting me here was to destroy the soul of his own mother, I would never have set foot here."

Of course, it was definitely not because he couldn’t deal with the female ghost.

Jiang Guangyao's face became increasingly heavy. At this point, he no longer wanted to hide anything. He looked at Jiang Zhaodi with a look of reproach and resentment: "After all, isn't the root of all this your fault? If you had told me about my grandfather's true identity earlier, why would I have to do such an extreme thing?"

Jiang Zhaodi returned his cold and hateful gaze. Her face, which had been distorted by the heavy blow, looked even more hideous in the moonlight. "Are you finally willing to admit it? In order to please me, you murdered your father, grandfather, grandmother, and even the village chief's family and the innocent Jiang Saner, all to find out the identity of your grandfather from me."