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Su Wan's worried gaze warmed my heart, yet it also added more pressure.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. They tangled like a mass of threads, tightly wrapping around my nerves and making me feel suffocated.
Revenge—these two words weighed heavily on my heart, like a massive stone that made it hard to breathe, pressing down on me until I could hardly gasp for air.
I had never thought about seeking revenge, nor did I know how to go about it. I even questioned whether I had the capability to pursue it.
Jiang Yao's resentment felt like an invisible thread binding me tightly, leaving me unable to break free, as if an unseen giant hand was gripping my throat.
I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me, yet I had to confront it; this was an inescapable responsibility and an unavoidable fate.
"Let's leave this place first," Su Wan's voice pulled me back from my reverie. Her words were like a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me forward.
I nodded and mechanically moved my legs to follow Su Wan out of the room, my body feeling as heavy as lead.
In the old house's corridor, the dim light cast a gloomy atmosphere that felt as if something terrifying could happen at any moment. A putrid smell lingered in the air, making me feel nauseous.
The old photographs on the walls appeared particularly eerie under the dim light, as if each image concealed a pair of watching eyes.
I clutched Su Wan's hand tightly, my palm slick with cold sweat. My heartbeat thundered like a drum, pounding against my chest.
Su Wan's hand was warm and soft, offering me a sliver of comfort and strength that prevented me from completely breaking down.
"What should we do next?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. It came out low and hoarse, as if forced from the depths of my throat.
Su Wan pondered for a moment, her brow furrowed and her eyes flickering with anxiety and unease.
"We need to uncover Jiang Yao's past and understand what she went through in order to find a way for revenge." Su Wan's voice was firm and powerful, igniting a spark of hope in the darkness.
I nodded, a glimmer of hope rising within me; this might be the only way to find relief.
We returned to the living room, where Chen Mo was sitting on the sofa, holding a book. She seemed deep in thought, her brow furrowed and her expression serious.
Upon seeing us return, she set the book down, lifted her head, and scanned us with a look of inquiry.
"How did it go? Any discoveries?" Chen Mo asked, her voice low and calm, carrying an undeniable authority.
I recounted Jiang Yao's situation to Chen Mo and shared the information about Jiang Yao from the old house's records. My tone was heavy and slow, as if each word bore the weight of a thousand burdens.
Chen Mo's expression turned grave. Her lips pressed into a straight line, and her eyes were filled with concern and unease.
"Revenge?" Chen Mo repeated my words, a hint of worry in her tone. "This path may not be easy; it is fraught with danger and uncertainty."
I nodded, my heart heavy with apprehension. I knew this path was full of thorns, but I had no other choice.
"But we must move forward," I said firmly, my voice resolute and determined. I had made up my mind; no matter how many hardships lay ahead, I would press on.
Chen Mo looked at me, her gaze filled with admiration. She recognized my determination and courage.
"Alright, since you've made your decision, I will definitely help you," Chen Mo said decisively. Her voice was strong and confident, providing me with immense encouragement and support.
I glanced gratefully at Chen Mo; her support gave me great strength and boosted my confidence to face the challenges ahead.
"Let's start with the old house's records," Chen Mo suggested. "Perhaps we can find some clues to clear Jiang Yao's name."
I nodded in agreement with Chen Mo's proposal; this might be our best course of action for now.
We began to sift through the old house's records, hoping to uncover some clues about Jiang Yao. The documents were piled high, long neglected, exuding a musty odor.
The information was abundant yet chaotic. We spent a long time sifting through it, carefully examining each piece of data and not overlooking any detail.
Jiang Yao, the original owner of the old residence from the Republic of China, was a beautiful and kind woman. She possessed a stunning appearance and a gentle, benevolent nature.
Coming from a prestigious family, she received an excellent education and excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was a talented woman, beloved and respected by many.
She married the owner of the old house, a handsome and charming man, and they lived a blissful life together. Their love story was once a topic of admiration among people.
However, good times did not last long; an unexpected disaster struck, shattering their peaceful existence.
The owner of the old house was framed, leading to the destruction of their family. Jiang Yao was also persecuted to death, and their happy life was ruthlessly destroyed.
Her death was filled with injustice and resentment. Her soul became trapped in the old residence, transforming into a Vengeful Spirit. Unable to find peace, she could only wander within the house, seeking opportunities for revenge.
After reviewing this information, my heart swelled with sympathy and anger; it felt as if I had been pricked by needles.
Jiang Yao, an innocent victim—her plight filled me with immense sorrow. I could hardly imagine the pain and torment she endured in life.
This only strengthened my resolve to help her seek vengeance. I wanted to bring justice for her and make those who harmed her pay dearly.
"We must find those who framed Jiang Yao and make them suffer the consequences," I declared firmly, my voice brimming with anger and hatred.
Su Wan and Chen Mo nodded in agreement; they too felt sympathy and outrage over Jiang Yao's fate.
"But where do we start?" Su Wan asked, her tone filled with confusion and helplessness.
I pondered for a moment as images of Jiang Yao's former home surfaced in my mind.
"I think we should visit Jiang Yao's old residence. Perhaps we can find some clues there," I suggested, my voice infused with hope and anticipation.
Su Wan and Chen Mo both agreed with my suggestion; they felt it was a worthwhile approach to try.
We decided to visit Jiang Yao's former residence the next day, hoping to find some clues there.
As night fell, the old house became even more eerie and terrifying, shrouded in darkness as if a giant monster had opened its gaping maw.
I lay in bed, unable to sleep, as images of Jiang Yao filled my mind. Her eyes were filled with resentment and sorrow.
A wave of anxiety washed over me, as if something bad was about to happen, filling my heart with fear and unease.
Suddenly, I heard a strange sound coming from outside the window. It was like someone was crying, or perhaps whispering—intermittent and elusive.
I got up and walked to the window, peering outside. It was pitch black; I could see nothing but the rustling of leaves in the wind.
My heart raced with fear, yet I couldn't resist the urge to investigate. My curiosity overcame my terror.
I opened the window, and a chilling breeze swept in, making me shiver involuntarily. The air carried a putrid smell that made me feel nauseous.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the room, determined to see what was happening outside.
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