After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

After listening to Wang Rui's words, Jiang Dusheng's face remained calm, and he simply nodded slightly.

She took a half step forward and looked at Wang Rui. "Since you said she suddenly suffered a heart attack and died in the inner room, you must still remember the scene vividly?"

"Yes...yes." Wang Rui nodded hurriedly.

"Then tell me," Jiang Dusheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the flickering lamplight, the light shimmering but without a trace of warmth.

Did Hsu Yi-shuo have any history of heart disease before her death? Did she take heart-protective medication for a long period of time?

"If it were true, you, as her husband, would surely know; if not, how could this sudden heart ailment be explained?"

Wang Rui's eyes widened in confusion: "This... perhaps it's a hidden ailment she herself is unaware of..."

"Alright, even if it's a hidden illness that no one knows about." Jiang Dusheng didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and continued to ask questions.

"Then let me ask you again. According to medical records, a sudden heart attack can last from a few breaths to a short while from onset to death. During this time, the pain is extreme and the sounds will be quite loud."

"You were right beside her. Before she collapsed, did she cry out in pain? Did she clutch her chest and writhe in agony?"

Her words were spoken slowly and deliberately, yet they caused beads of sweat to roll down Wang Rui's forehead. How could he possibly understand these medical details?

"I...I was terrified at the time, I can't remember..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinchen's eyes flashed with understanding.

Xu Nanxun's fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

Jiang Dusheng stopped asking questions and suddenly changed the subject, his tone even carrying a sigh:

"Wang Rui, do you know... what happens if a person's soul is restless and filled with resentment after death?"

Wang Meng was taken aback, not understanding why she suddenly brought this up, but a chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason.

Jiang Dusheng slowly raised her right hand, her fingertips holding a bone flute.

In this dimly lit prison, the flute itself spontaneously emitted a soft, gentle light, like the condensed essence of moonlight.

"She will...linger there."

Jiang Dusheng spoke softly, his gaze locked onto Wang Rui's suddenly contracting pupils, "With the fear of death, confusion, and... intense hatred for you."

"She will always be following you, watching you. Watching how you deceive her family with lies, watching how you make love with your new lover, watching... whether you can sleep peacefully every night."

Her voice grew softer and softer, carrying an eerie quality.

The flame of the cell oil lamp suddenly shot up, then dipped down, stretching the shadows of everyone on the wall into jagged, menacing shapes.

Wang Rui's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes darted around in fear.

It felt as if there was something unseen in this cold, gloomy cell.

Wang Rui's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he screamed hoarsely, as if trying to dispel the panic brought on by the sudden chill in his heart:

"This is nonsense! There are no ghosts in this world!"

"No?"

Jiang Dusheng suddenly moved the bone flute in his hand to his lips, but did not play it. Instead, he breathed on the flute.

In an instant, the bone flute shone brightly.

At the same time, a chilling, bone-deep cold descended without warning.

The flame of the oil lamp in the corner suddenly contracted, froze for a moment, and the core of the flame turned an eerie dark blue before it resumed its normal flickering, but the light was much dimmer.

At the center of the bone flute's soft white halo, a slender female figure slowly condensed and took shape, gradually becoming more intense.

Her face was delicate and her eyes gentle, yet she was shrouded in a lingering sorrow.

"Yishuo...?"

Xu Nanxun trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, reaching out his hand, yet he dared not touch the illusory shadow. "It really is you..."

Xie Jinchen's gaze suddenly deepened as he stared intently at Jiang Dusheng's calm profile, his fingertips slightly tightening.

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"

Wang Rui let out a piercing scream, his face drained of color, and his teeth chattered:

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! It wasn't me...it wasn't me who hurt you!"

Xu Yishuo's soul slightly turned, first looking at the excited and grieving Xu Nanxun, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

Then, she turned her gaze to Wang Rui, who was trembling uncontrollably.

There was no ferocious hatred or the violence of a vengeful ghost in that gaze, only the calmness of looking at a stranger.

"Wang Rui..."

She called his name, her tone as flat as if she were calling a stranger.

"do you remember?"

She tilted her head slightly, as if lost in distant memories.

A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, a light that reflected a bright, sunny afternoon many years ago.

"That day, under the pear tree in the back garden of the Xu family, you stopped me to hand me a handkerchief with a poem on it, your palms sweating with nervousness."

"You said you fell in love with me at first sight and that you would marry no one but me in this life."

"You said that if you could have me as your wife, you would cherish me, love me, and protect me, and you would never betray me in this life."

Her voice narrated gently, sketching a scene that had long faded, yet remained etched in her soul to this day.

Back then, Wang Rui was probably still a young man with a touch of sincerity and clumsiness.

"Later, you formally proposed to me with all the proper rites and formalities. Before my parents, you knelt upright and swore an oath to the heavens."

Xu Yishuo's soul seemed to tremble slightly, but her voice remained steady.

"You said, 'Father-in-law and mother-in-law, your son-in-law Wang Rui hereby swears that it is the greatest fortune of my life to marry Yi Shuo. I will do everything in my power to protect her and never let her suffer the slightest grievance.'"

She paused, her gaze clear, settling on Wang Rui's pale, contorted face. "Back then, you said it very clearly..."

"I, Wang Rui, hereby swear to Heaven that I will have only one wife, Yi Shuo, in this life, and will never take a concubine, nor will I have any other intentions! If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Every word Xu Yishuo spoke was like a cold chisel, striking Wang Rui's heart and echoing in the silent prison cell.

"The vow still rings in my ears."

Xu Yishuo looked at him quietly, at the man who had made the most beautiful promises to her, yet had personally pushed her into death.

"Wang Rui".

"Tell me," she asked softly, her voice filled with endless desolation and mockery.

"He was struck by lightning that day; he deserved to die a horrible death..."

"When will you arrive?"