Chapter 20
Secretary Zheng heard the doorbell and didn’t open the door immediately. Instead, she first peeked outside through the peephole.
Seeing that the person at the door was Fang Nanan, Secretary Zheng’s face lit up with joy, thinking her chance had finally come. She quickly took off her jacket, leaving only a sexy camisole, ran her fingers through her hair a few times, and then opened the door.
All her efforts to get rid of that old woman Wu Yuhan hadn’t been in vain-she finally had a chance to be alone with Fang Nanan!
“Director Fang, weren’t you supposed to be resting these past few days? What brings you here to see me…”
Halfway through her sentence, she noticed two other people standing beside Fang Nanan and frowned slightly.
She had thought Fang Nanan came to her for something special, but unexpectedly, he had brought others along.
When Fang Nanan saw Secretary Zheng open the door, his expression darkened.
Wu Yuhan had her own company, and Secretary Zheng worked under her.
Wu Yuhan usually took good care of Secretary Zheng, often inviting her over for meals. Fang Nanan frequently saw Secretary Zheng around his wife and was more than familiar with her.
Secretary Zheng was an orphan. Wu Yuhan had sponsored her from middle school through university, and after graduation, even arranged a job for her in her own company-treating her better than a real sister.
Fang Nanan never expected that the Bad Romance Xia Sheng had mentioned-the woman who had harmed his wife-was actually Secretary Zheng!
Fang Nanan’s face turned ashen as he asked Xia Sheng, “Master, is she the one who trapped my wife’s Living Soul?”
Xia Sheng nodded.
She had just read Secretary Zheng’s face; there was no doubt she was the culprit.
The moment Secretary Zheng heard the words “Living Soul,” her expression changed dramatically. She immediately tried to slam the door shut.
Jiang Zhongqing reacted quickly, bracing the door with his hand and then kicking it open.
Secretary Zheng, standing behind the door, was knocked back several steps by the force and fell to the ground.
Xia Sheng stepped inside. Secretary Zheng, ignoring her own disheveled state, scrambled up and blocked Xia Sheng’s way.
“This is my home! Who gave you permission to come in? Get out!”
As she spoke, she reached out to push Xia Sheng.
Before she could touch Xia Sheng, Jiang Zhongqing had already grabbed her wrist and twisted it, making Secretary Zheng grimace in pain.
“Let go of me! This is assault! I’ll sue you!”
Secretary Zheng struggled wildly. Jiang Zhongqing frowned, twisted her arm behind her back, and pinned her firmly to the ground.
Xia Sheng stayed focused, sensing the location of the Paper Figurine, and walked to the bathroom door.
She pushed open the door, and a heavy wave of Yin Energy mixed with the stench of rot hit her, making it hard to keep her eyes open.
Fang Nanan followed and, upon seeing the scene inside, couldn’t help but retch.
The bathroom was spacious, decorated in the same light luxury minimalist style as the living room.
On the floor stood a chair, and on the chair was a Doll sewn from rotten flesh and fabric, with several eerie Talisman Papers stuck to it.
The Doll had clearly been made a long time ago; most of the flesh had already decayed, and sticky, disgusting fluid had pooled all over the floor.
If Xia Sheng wasn’t mistaken, the Doll was probably made from the Dead Fetus Wu Yuhan had miscarried.
Beside it, Wu Yuhan’s Soul Body was nearly transparent, covered in bloody wounds, as if she might dissipate at any moment.
She seemed to be enduring some kind of agonizing torment, letting out shrill, mournful screams, clutching her head and repeatedly slamming into an invisible wall that trapped her, her form twisted beyond recognition.
Seeing Wu Yuhan’s tragic state, Xia Sheng’s expression, for once, showed rare anger.
She drew a Talisman Paper, temporarily isolating Wu Yuhan from the effects of the Formation, then walked to the table outside, set down her backpack, and took out her tools to draw talismans.
Fang Nanan could not see his wife’s Living Soul, but anxiously followed after Xia Sheng, asking, “Master, what is inside the restroom?”
Though he could not see Wu Yuhan’s Living Soul, he could vaguely sense the bone-chilling cold within.
Combined with the extremely eerie Doll, he was certain that something unclean was inside.
Xia Sheng quickly drew Talisman Papers, explaining, “Inside is a Soul-Locking Formation, an extremely vicious Formation.
“This Formation can confine a Living Soul within and simultaneously subject it to torment as if suffering a thousand cuts, until eventually Soul Dispersal.
“Secretary Zheng is not of the Mystic Sect, so her Formation techniques are not skillful enough to trap a Living Soul. In order to complete the Formation, she used one of your closest blood relatives… that is, the corpse of your miscarried child as the Formation Eye, to lure Wu Yuhan to remain here.
“This is only a Half-Formed Formation, so your wife still has one last breath. But if we were a few days later, your wife might never have had a way back.”
After listening to Xia Sheng, Fang Nanan’s hands and feet grew cold, followed by a surge of boundless rage in his heart.
Secretary Zheng-how could she dare do such a thing!?
His wife had helped Secretary Zheng so much, yet in the end she had raised a wolf!
Thinking of the suffering his wife had endured these three months, Fang Nanan couldn’t help but have tears well up in his eyes again. With a trembling voice, he asked, “If Yuhan’s Living Soul returns to her body, will it damage her lifespan?”
“It will, but I will do my best to protect her, and restore her to her original state.”
After Xia Sheng finished speaking, the Talisman Paper in her hand was also complete. She turned and walked back to the restroom door.
She threw the Talisman Paper, which landed on the Doll at the center.
Centered on the Doll, the air around it instantly began to burn. The invisible barrier imprisoning Wu Yuhan shattered with a loud crack.
At this moment, Wu Yuhan’s Living Soul had already been tormented into a state of unconsciousness, lying on the ground drenched in blood, unable to move.
Xia Sheng placed her into a Small Porcelain Bottle, then turned back to Fang Nanan and said, “Let’s go. We’ll return and let her Spirit Soul be restored.”
Fang Nanan hurriedly nodded and followed Xia Sheng out.
Seeing the two about to leave, Jiang Zhongqing also released Secretary Zheng and strode after them.
Secretary Zheng, seeing her painstakingly created Formation destroyed so easily, was extremely anxious. She quickly scrambled up from the ground, rushed forward, and grabbed Fang Nanan’s hand.
With tears on her face, she looked deeply wronged. “Director Fang, I don’t know anything about a Soul-Locking Formation, nor have I done anything bad to Madam!
“Madam and I are as close as sisters-you know our relationship. How could I possibly do anything to hurt her? You can’t trust this Charlatan!”
Ever since she met Fang Nanan at Wu Yuhan’s home two years ago, Secretary Zheng had fallen for this mature and steady man.
For the past two years, she had continually given Fang Nanan all sorts of hints, but Fang Nanan’s eyes had always been on Wu Yuhan; he never noticed her.
She thought that as long as Wu Yuhan disappeared, she could succeed.
Yet in these three months since Wu Yuhan fell into a coma, Fang Nanan had been busy with nothing but matters concerning Wu Yuhan every day. She had not found a single chance to get close to him.
But she was not anxious; after all, the dead cannot compete with the living.
All she needed to do was wait for Wu Yuhan’s Soul Dispersal. Then, when Fang Nanan had no one intimate by his side, she would surely have her chance.
But now, at the very last moment, her plan had been ruined!
At this moment, she even had the urge to kill Xia Sheng!