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As the ceremony progressed, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly tense, with an intangible sense of oppression spreading through the space. The sound of the wind outside seemed to grow more frantic and howling at that moment, as if warning of some unusual event about to occur.
At that moment, Professor Wu began chanting an incantation, his voice deep and powerful, each word carrying a strange force. The Taoist master assisted on the side, waving talismans in his hand, his expression serious and focused.
The whole ceremony proceeded unusually mysterious and solemn, as if every movement and sound were communicating with a force from another world. Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin watched nervously, their hearts beating faster with the rhythm of the ceremony.
Outside, the sound of the wind reached a climax at this moment, and the windows were rattled by the strong wind, as if they could be blown open at any moment. But in this eerie and mysterious ceremony, no one was distracted, and all attention was focused on every detail in front of them.
Suddenly, a powerful and invisible force erupted in the room, and a gust of wind began to swirl, creating a strong airflow in the room. This force seemed to come from another world, powerful and mysterious.
Lin Xinhui held Xiao Mei tightly, her face pale with fear and uncertainty. Chen Hanlin stood next to Professor Wu, his eyes filled with vigilance and determination.
The ritual continued, and the chanting of Professor Wu grew louder, while the movements of the Taoist master became faster and more powerful. The entire room was enveloped in a mysterious force, and the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
At that moment, the sound of the wind outside suddenly ceased, and everything fell into an eerie silence.
Then, a low and mournful voice resounded from the emptiness, as if echoing from ancient times, filled with sadness and anger.
"I refuse... I refuse to let myself and my child die."
This sound made Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin's hearts beat violently, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
Professor Wu and the Taoist master's expressions became extremely serious. They realized that this sound belonged to the vengeful spirit of He Jiao, a soul entangled in a tragic fate. The atmosphere in the room became even more solemn, and everyone's hearts were filled with unease and tension.
Chen Hanlin tightly holds Lin Xinhui's hand, his gaze is firm, but deep inside he is filled with fear. Lin Xinhui holds Xiao Mei tightly, her eyes revealing a mother's protective instinct, but also a sense of powerless sorrow.
"He Jiao, we understand your pain and resentment," Professor Wu's voice is steady and strong, "but your resentment has caused too much suffering, it's time to let everything settle."
The air seemed to be filled with the resentment of the vengeful spirit, and the mournful voice rang out again: "How could you understand? My child, my life, have all been taken away!"
The master Taoist began chanting even more powerful spells, his voice carrying an ancient and mysterious power. Professor Wu continued to guide the ritual, attempting to soothe He Jiao's resentment with a gentle yet firm force.
As the ceremony deepened, the airflow in the room became more intense, as if the entire space was vibrating. The sound of the wind rose again, this time accompanied by an almost tangible cold breath.
Lin Xinhui felt Xiao Mei trembling slightly in her arms, and she hugged her daughter tightly, trying to give her the greatest sense of security. Chen Hanlin stood to the side, his gaze firmly fixed on the ongoing ceremony, silently praying for everything to be resolved peacefully.
The ritual reached its climax, and both Professor Wu and the Taoist master chanted the final spell loudly. The entire room was enveloped in a strong light, which seemed to contain the power to cleanse everything.
At that moment, He Jiao's voice suddenly became soft, with a hint of sadness and relief: "I just want justice... You can't subdue me yet, unless you bring me Liu Chengzhi's head, I will not rest in peace."
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As He Jiao's voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire basement reached an unprecedented level of tension. Her words revealed a deep hatred towards Liu Chengzhi, sending a chill down the spine of everyone present.
Professor Wu and the Taoist master were suddenly struck against the wall. They both clutched their chests, exchanged a glance, blood trickling from their mouths, as if communicating silently.
They realized that to pacify a grudge spirit of He Jiao's level, relying solely on rituals might not be enough; they also needed to find the source of her resentment.
"He Jiao, we will find the truth of that year and get you the justice you deserve," said Professor Wu with a firm and gentle voice, his eyes filled with sincerity.
He Jiao's voice seemed to waver at this moment, her resentment still strong, but also revealing a hint of seeking understanding and comfort.
Lin Xinhui tightly embraced Xiao Mei, her eyes filled with sympathy and compassion. She could feel He Jiao's pain, and as a mother, she deeply resonated with He Jiao's tragedy.
Chen Hanlin stood to the side, his thoughts racing as he tried to find a solution to this crisis. Suddenly, he remembered Liu Chengzhi, the person intertwined with He Jiao's fate.
"Professor Wu, if we can find Liu Chengzhi's remains, perhaps it could help appease He Jiao's vengeful spirit," Chen Hanlin proposed his idea.
Professor Wu nodded in agreement, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Yes, this might be a way. Liu Chengzhi's remains may hold crucial clues to help us unravel the grudge of this vengeful spirit."
So they decided to temporarily suspend the ceremony and instead search for Liu Chengzhi's relics. But in the vast sea of people, and with it being someone from a hundred years ago, it's not easy to find. Moreover, there are large numbers of police officers waiting outside.
To find the remains of Liu Chengzhi from a hundred years ago, it is necessary to locate them through the police.
Professor Wu gestured, "Let the large number of police outside come in. He Jiao is still rational at the moment. This malicious curse has been killing people every year, and one has already died this year. Allowing the police in shouldn't cause any trouble."
Chen Hanlin called Lin Tianming, the police officer, and they signaled that the police could enter the apartment on the second floor of the basement.
When Lin Tianming led a team of police officers into the apartment, they vigilantly looked around and sensed the eerie atmosphere pervading the room.
Lin Tianming The police officer immediately noticed the injuries on Professor Wu and the Taoist master, furrowing his brows in puzzlement as he looked at the two men.
Then, his attention was drawn to what looked like an ancient well on the floor, and a hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in his eyes.
"Is this the ancient well? It seems to be the place where the head of the victim from the murder case was found." Lin Tianming approached the ancient well and felt a chill rising from the well, his intuition telling him that something was unusual here.
Professor Wu coughed, trying to steady his emotions. He looked at Lin Tianming and explained in a deep voice, "Yes, this is the ancient well we discovered. We believe it is related to the vengeful spirit of He Jiao, and it may also be closely related to the murder case from that year."
Lin Tianming The police officer's expression turned serious. He nodded, indicating to his subordinates to bring shovels and other digging tools. They began to carefully excavate the ground around the ancient well, hoping to find further clues.
As the excavation continued, a strong, damp earthy smell permeated the air, adding to the eerie and tense atmosphere at the scene. Lin Xinhui and Chen Hanlin stood on the side, quietly watching.
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