Jiangli entered the Fu Family villa and immediately felt that there was something strange about the atmosphere in the courtyard.
There seemed to be a faint presence of Yin Energy.
But when she tried to investigate, it eluded her.
If Jiangli wasn’t mistaken, something must have been suppressed in the courtyard.
Jiangli looked outside and her gaze fell on a jar in the courtyard.
It appeared to be a Feng Shui Jar, positioned right at the center, with many flower pots scattered around it.
To the uninitiated, it would seem like mere decorative fixtures.
But from a distance, Jiangli could tell it was a Formation.
The flower pots were arranged to form the character for "suppress," with the Feng Shui Jar as the Array’s Eye.
There was a trick to it.
Jiangli immediately gestured to Fu’er, saying, "Fu’er, go check under the Feng Shui Jar, see what’s being suppressed there."
"Yes." Fu’er nodded and floated out through the window.
Although a Suppression Array had been set up in the courtyard, it was weak, indicating that the person who set it up was not very skilled.
The efficacy of the Suppression Array had naturally diminished. It could suppress ordinary ghosts, but it was no match for a seasoned ghost like Fu’er.
After Fu’er drifted out, he brazenly approached the Feng Shui Jar and, with a swoosh, dove right in.
About two minutes later, he emerged from below, holding something in his hand, and floated back to the bathroom with a rather unpleasant expression, saying, "Damn it, ancestor, there’s a corpse underneath!"
Jiangli paused, "A woman’s corpse?"
Fu’er continued cursing, nodding, "Yes, a woman’s corpse, but not Lin Yurong."
Jiangli said calmly, "I know."
If it had been Lin Yurong, Jiangli would have detected even the slightest trace of her presence and identified her immediately.
"Who knows who it is, she died a terrible death." Fu’er was quite indignant, "And after dying, someone put Soul-Suppressing Nails in her, scattering her soul to the winds, keeping her suppressed here."
Jiangli raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, "Soul-Suppressing Nail?"
"Yes, seventy-seven Soul-Suppressing Nails, pinning her entire body onto a piece of peach wood." Fu’er shuddered at the scene he had just witnessed, even as a ghost, "How deep must their hatred be to torment someone who’s already dead ?"
Soul-Suppressing Nails could tear apart the soul, making it impossible for the soul to leave the body, unable to report to Fengdu, and thus, unable to seek justice, only to be torn day after day, until the soul was completely dissipated.
This was a particularly cruel form of torment for the soul after death.
In the past, there were very few who would use such cruel punishments, not to mention nowadays.
Jiangli truly didn’t expect that people would still use Soul-Suppressing Nails in this day and age.
"What about her soul now?" Jiangli asked.
Fu’er replied, "Her soul is still in her body, it hasn’t scattered yet. Looks like she’s been dead for three to five years, but she was only suppressed here for about two years or so, the final effect has not yet been reached."
Jiangli hadn’t said anything yet.
Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside.
"Miss Jiang, do you feel unwell?"
Jiangli paused, realizing she had been in the bathroom for a while and had forgotten that someone was waiting outside.
"I’m coming." Jiangli deliberately flushed the toilet, then washed her hands, and turned to leave.
Without saying anything to the nanny, Jiangli walked straight away.
The nanny didn’t think much of it either, and after escorting Jiangli back to the living room, she went about her own business.
Jiangli calmly walked over, sat beside Fu Shiyan, affectionately took his arm, and cooed, "Brother Shiyan, why don’t we stay here tonight? I’m so tired, I don’t want to travel anymore."
(Let the author see, who is swayed by a single call of ’brother.’)
(Fu Shiyan: I don’t want to agree with her, but she called me brother—)