Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

"Who are you?!"

The word "Simeng sister" completely threw Simeng into a panic.

She stared intently at the person in front of her, first in a state of panic, then filled with doubt.

"Impossible! You can't be her!"

Most people in the room did not understand what she meant.

Only Ren Fengjue noticed something amiss.

"Could it be possession again?"

He murmured something.

Yan Zhengchu, standing to the side, let out a soft "Eh," as if trying to make amends for himself: "This little girl has such a strong yin aura that I didn't even notice it at first."

Over there, Xia Ximo had already walked up to Simeng and said softly in a tone that was gentler than usual, "I heard everything you said in the Buddha hall at the temple in the suburbs that day."

"You said you hoped that there would be someone who wouldn't mind your background and experiences, and would be willing to marry you, and stay with you forever, never to be separated."

"You crave genuine sincerity, but have you ever considered that 'genuine sincerity' cannot be forced?"

Simeng angrily pointed at her: "Who gave you permission to lecture me here? I can do whatever I want, what's it to you?"

"You are my only friend in the Red Sleeve Pavilion..."

Xia Ximo also had a gentle smile on her face, "I have always regarded you as my own sister, so naturally I don't want you to go astray."

Upon hearing this, Simeng scoffed disdainfully.

"Don't pretend. If you were really Ruyan, you would never say such things to me!"

"I killed her. If you were her, you should have killed me right now to get revenge."

"Trying to influence me with those words? Dream on!"

Her eyes began to redden as she became emotional.

In contrast, Xia Ximo had a calm expression.

"Si Meng, I no longer hate you. The reason I chose to use this girl's body to see you is not for revenge."

"You killed someone and committed these wrongdoings; the authorities will decide your fate."

"I came here just to tell you one thing: I had originally... thought of a way out for you."

She sighed softly, her eyes seemingly veiled by an unyielding mist.

But Simeng didn't appreciate her words at all.

"I don't need you to think for me!"

"I've never considered you my older sister!"

"Never!"

Her shoulders trembled, as if she was finally releasing the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart. She suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Xia Ximo by the neck.

Ren Fengjue was startled and wanted to step forward to stop him, but he found that the other party was surrounded by a black mist.

Upon seeing this, everyone retreated. Even Wang Rui seemed to suddenly wake up from his dazed state and was so frightened that he scurried into the room.

"wrong!"

Yan Zhengchu's expression changed drastically. "Wasn't that evil spirit already destroyed? How can there still be such a heavy aura of malevolence?"

Ren Fengjue, worried about Xia Ximo's safety, took a step forward, but was stopped by Yan Zhengchu.

"Young Marquis, you should step back and leave it to me."

Ren Fengjue knew that they still needed him to catch the ghost, so he nodded and said, "Master Yan, you must ensure Miss Xia's safety."

Yan Zhengchu dared not be negligent. He took out a pure white jade short sword from his waist, held it in one hand, and made a hand seal with the other, shouting, "What kind of evil creature is this? Show yourself at once!"

The jade sword shot through the air, emitting a jade-like sound, and pierced directly into Simeng's back.

This object is indeed not harmful to ordinary people.

But if ghosts and demons touch it, they will have nowhere to hide.

Unexpectedly, the black mist was completely unfazed by the jade sword's spiritual energy; instead, it formed a suction force that held the jade sword firmly in place.

Yan Zhengchu was caught in a dilemma, which confirmed his suspicions.

It seems that the 'three-headed evil spirit' was just a minor character...

The evil entity that stole the Soul-Nourishing Pearl will only become more troublesome!

Enveloped in malevolent energy, Si Meng seemed to have gone into a frenzy. She gripped Xia Ximo's neck tightly and said viciously, "You delivered yourself into my hands!"

"When you were alive, I killed you once; now that you're a ghost, I'll make you die again!"

"How is it?"

Her smile was wicked, and as she increased the pressure on her hand, "Xia Ximo" immediately showed a look of pain.

Until her eyes lowered, her whole body went limp, and she stopped moving…

Ren Fengjue, who was not far away, saw this and his heart trembled. He disregarded the layer of black mist and reached in with his bare hand, slapping Si Meng on the shoulder.

Ren Fengjue has practiced martial arts for many years and possesses profound internal strength. An ordinary person would probably collapse on the spot if they took a blow from him.

Ke Simeng didn't even flinch, and her grip on her hands remained firm.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker, almost completely engulfing Simeng and Xia Ximo.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhengchu quickly pulled Ren Fengjue away, gritted his teeth, and decided to use his unique move.

He bit his left index finger, smeared the blood on the sword hilt, closed his eyes, and chanted an incantation. The jade sword radiated white light, and its power indeed increased greatly…

Deep within the thick fog, unseen by them, Xia Ximo slowly opened his eyes.

The gaze was no longer one of gentle pity, but one of ruthless decisiveness.

"Why waste words with such a heartless and ungrateful creature?"

As she spoke, her hands, which had been hanging down in her sleeves, gradually extended out.

Simeng's expression changed, and she immediately released her grip as if she were being controlled.

Xia Ximo moved his stiff head, staring coldly at her. "You like choking, don't you?"

She moved her fingers again.

Like a puppet on a string, Simeng uncontrollably reached out and grabbed her own neck with both hands.

"don't want!"

With a scream, a head rolled to the ground, blood gushing out.

The jade sword pierced through the black mist, heading towards Simeng, but Yan Zhengchu witnessed an astonishing scene—

Simeng's torso stood in a strange posture under the moon, but her head was at her feet!

As the black fog dissipated, the terrifying scene immediately caused panic among the servants in the vicinity.

Old Master Wang finally couldn't bear it any longer and fainted completely from fright.

Ren Fengjue was shocked to see Xia Ximo sitting on the ground. Although he looked weak, he had no obvious external injuries and not even a drop of blood on his body.

I felt a sense of relief.

He quickly stepped forward to help her up, and just as he was about to utter "Miss Xia," he hesitated, unsure if the person in question was truly her.

It wasn't until the other person glanced at him calmly, their eyes cold and devoid of any fear, that he confirmed their identity.

"Miss Xia, are you alright?"

Xia Ximo remained silent, and slowly stood up by supporting his arm. However, she had not yet recovered her strength, and her whole body slumped against his body again.

To prevent her from falling, Ren Fengjue instinctively supported her waist, only to realize something was wrong and find himself unsure what to do with his hands.

Fortunately, Xia Ximo only stayed in his arms for a moment. After her expression softened slightly, she said, "It's alright now."

She didn't want to say a word about the corpse next to her.

Yan Zhengchu was shocked for a long time. His gaze swept over her for a moment before he asked, "Miss Xia, what about that ghost that's like smoke..."

"It's none of your business."

Xia Ximo clearly didn't want to say more about this.

Master Yan, unusually, didn't hold it against her, but his gaze towards her clearly held a probing intent. He then carefully asked, "Then... how did Simeng die?"

Surely it wasn't his sword that sliced ​​someone's head off?

Xia Ximo glanced at Ren Fengjue, her eyes filled with meaning: "I don't know. Let the officials examine the body themselves."