Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries-Chapter 498: The Real and the Fake

The man’s expression was heavy, his gaze fixed on Xia Mian, "What do you mean by that?"

Xia Mian took a steady step forward, her gaze slightly lowering onto the man, her tone rising, "What do I mean? Ha..."

As Xia Mian’s "ha" fell, another ghost floated up from the mouth of the well.

This ghost was a young girl.

The girl wore a red dress, her hair tied in two pigtails, and blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, as she sobbed continuously.

Seeing the girl, the man’s face changed immediately.

The next moment, a layer of black mist appeared on the man’s face.

The man’s demeanor began to change as well.

The young girl seemed to sense her enemy nearby and cried even more miserably.

As the girl’s sobs echoed, the man raised his hands to cover his ears, his expression becoming increasingly vicious.

"You deserve to die! You all deserve to die!" The man waved his hands as if trying to grab something.

The girl in the red dress cried harder and harder, tears of blood flowing down from her eyes, dripping onto her red dress...

It was then that Xia Mian realized, what red dress was the girl wearing!

Her dress was stained red with her blood tears!

Xia Mian’s eyes turned suddenly cold.

The girl was already in a soul body state, yet even in this state, the resentment emanating from her was overwhelming.

The tears of blood stained her dress, showing no sign of stopping.

At this rate, the young girl might weep herself out of her soul body state!

"If you have grievances, you can tell me about them." Xia Mian’s tense lips slowly uttered.

As Xia Mian spoke these words, the girl in the red dress ceased her sobbing.

When the girl’s crying stopped, the tears of blood also ceased to flow.

The girl, no longer shedding tears of blood, had a pair of large, ink-black eyes. She blinked and tilted her head to look at Xia Mian, her expression somewhat naive and innocent.

"Can you help me take revenge?" The girl’s voice was somewhat cold, at odds with her sweet appearance.

Xia Mian did not immediately agree but calmly asked, "That depends on whether your words can earn my trust."

The girl nodded, turning her body toward the man, and when her gaze settled on him, it was full of irrepressible hatred.

"I hate him; he killed my mother, killed me, killed everyone in our village!" The girl ground her teeth and clenched her fists tightly.

If she could overpower the man, she would have probably already rushed up to fight him to the death.

Compared to the man’s previous coherency, the girl’s account sounded somewhat disjointed.

But Xia Mian still managed to discern the gist of what she intended to convey from her disjointed narrative.

The man in front of her was indeed the teacher at the school.

He came here to teach, and because of his handsome looks and good demeanor, he attracted many of the village girls’ affections.

But the man never showed any particular affection toward anyone.

Because this man was scum.

He liked young girls.

He liked to deceive the unmarried girls in the village into his office, under the pretense of giving them private tutoring, and then commit acts of violation against them...

Of all the girls, he especially liked the one standing before them in the red dress.

The girls, shy and afraid, even though they were violated, because of trust in their teacher and his warnings, never spoke of this to anyone.

Until one day, the mother noticed something amiss.

After discovering this, the mother went to the school to confront the teacher.

But the man refused to admit what he had done, even threatening the mother, saying if she dared to harass him further, he would ruin their reputations in the village!

Driven by anger, the mother sought out the principal.

But to the principal, the man was a person who always maintained propriety. How could he commit such beastly acts?

The principal chose to side with the teacher.

The mother was left with no options.

Unexpectedly, when the mother tried to avoid the man, he spread rumors about her in the village...

What happened afterward matched closely with the man’s account.

The only possible difference was that those who bullied the girl did so under the man’s instigation.

The source of it all was not her mother, but the man standing before them.

After poisoning the entire village, the man did not drink the water. The mother, wielding an axe, attempted to kill the man but was instead killed by him.

Fortunately, although the mother did not manage to kill the man, she severely injured him.

The girl sought revenge for her mother, luring the man to the well, and in the chaos of the man’s pursuit, he fell in...

Unfortunately, at the last moment of his fall, he dragged the girl in with him...

After the girl finished recounting the story, Xia Mian was silent for a long time.

A beast in human skin, responsible for the death of an entire village!

Even as a ghost, he still tried to turn things around!

Xia Mian let out a deep breath, her gaze on the man carried a newfound intent to kill.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Xia Mian’s voice was slightly cold.

The man frowned, puzzled as he looked at Xia Mian, "Why do you believe her and not me?"

Xia Mian chuckled softly, "Why? Because you carry too much sin on your shoulders!"

Perhaps others couldn’t see it, but Xia Mian could see clearly, behind the man was a swirling black mist, a sin that could not be washed away over lifetimes!

The man was startled and horrified, looking back, "Where? What sin?!"

Xia Mian no longer paid the man any heed, merely waving toward the soul bag.

The soul bag immediately surged toward the man.

Without hesitation, it began absorbing the man’s soul body.

The man only felt a great force tearing his soul apart, his body involuntarily drawn into the soul bag!

The soul body, unable to enter the Underworld, was directly absorbed by the soul bag, the man completely vanished between heaven and earth, losing even the chance of reincarnation.

Man was absorbed by the soul bag, and Xia Mian’s gaze once again fell upon the girl.

The girl had stopped crying, her blood-stained red dress appearing mottled and tattered under the moonlight.

Xia Mian glanced at the girl, wanting to say something, but found herself unable to utter a word.

"Thank you... thank you for believing in me," the girl said softly, her voice slightly trembling with emotion.

"You’ve endured a lot these years," Xia Mian sighed lightly.

Though the girl became a grievances ghost, she successfully trapped the man in the well.

If not for the man’s soul being trapped, with his behavior, many more would have likely suffered.