The atrocious act that transpired in the basement was thus buried and hidden from the world. No one knew that beneath this platform lay a young corpse, it was only the jet-black marble embedded in the surface that reflected a cold glow.
Yet, the story did not stop there.
The soul of Qi Xiaoxia was unwilling to just depart; she was hell-bent on exacting her own revenge.
The boss by the surname of Ren, who was in his fifties, had already started to show signs of deteriorating health, with the Yang energy in his body not as abundant as before.
The decor within the mansion focused more on invoking wealth; there were not many items for warding off evil spirits.
Hence, during every pitch-dark night of the month when the Yin energy was at its strongest, Qi Xiaoxia would wander around Mr. Ren's room, using her not-so-powerful spiritual power to gradually absorb the residual Yang energy from his body.