Chapter 5: The Seal Awakens

Li Xuan stood silently for a moment before the dilapidated, sealed shrine.

Grandma He, having been deceived by the sorcerer Wu Tiancai’s lies, mistakenly believed that her youngest daughter, He Dexin, was a harbinger of disaster. As a result, after her death, she personally dismembered He Dexin’s body before burial.

Yet…

The way it was done and where it was buried was utterly absurd.

The head was buried under dirt in a dry well behind the He family’s Western-style mansion—somewhat reasonable.

Her clothes and comb were placed under the bed on the third floor, weighed down by a photo… barely acceptable since it was her own home and no one else would check.

But the corpse itself was hidden inside a small roadside shrine by the cemetery path.

According to the timeline, when He Dexin died, He Shengxin’s daughter, Xiao Qi, was only one year old.

Now, Xiao Qi was seventeen, and in all these years, no one had ever curiously opened that roadside shrine. It was truly strange…

Standing before the shrine, Li Xuan said, “He Dexin, I pass by this place and know your grievance. Today I come to help clear your name. Please cooperate.”

Though He Dexin became a vengeful spirit after death, because she was suppressed by dismemberment, she could not harm anyone. Even after breaking free, she did not kill indiscriminately. Her heart remained kind, and after killing the sorcerer Wu Tiancai, she was persuaded by a young man named A Zhi to stop her rampage.

This was why Li Xuan dared to come here.

After speaking, he tore off the talisman and opened the small door, revealing a jar sealed with crossed talisman papers.

A chilling aura burst through the fragile talisman, forcing Li Xuan to step back several paces. The wind carried faint voices: “Under the bed on the third floor of the mansion… go there.”

He Dexin had already broken the seal.

Li Xuan sensed no malice and thought to himself, this young girl truly is kind.

However, ghosts in this world seemed not to fear sunlight; it was nearing noon, yet she could still move freely.

As the Qingming Festival drew more people up the mountain to honor their ancestors, Li Xuan saw two figures approaching along the mountain path—coincidentally, Grandma He and her granddaughter Xiao Qi.

In the films, after He Shengxin died, her spirit lingered by her daughter’s side, unaware of her own death.

But Li Xuan, lacking the yin-yang eye, could not see He Shengxin’s presence.

He closed the shrine carefully, repaired the torn talisman papers, and casually headed down the mountain.

Grandma He and her granddaughter brushed past him.

Suddenly, Grandma He felt a chill run through her body, her heart pounding wildly, as if stalked by wolves or tigers in a desolate wilderness.

Strange!

He was just an ordinary young man.

Her body trembled, and she collapsed to the ground, her face drained of all color, frighteningly pale. Xiao Qi hurried to help, concerned: “Grandma, what’s wrong?”

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“It’s nothing…”

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