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"Perfect timing!" The Principal tore off the face sore and hurled it towards Lin Qiuyu. From the wound, thirty dark shadows flew out. "Let the women of the Lin family lose their souls..." Before he could finish, the shadows suddenly turned and lunged at him instead.
Lin Qiuyu's ring finger glowed with a brilliant red light, the other end of the red thread connected to the ancestral tablet of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall.
Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and felt the cold object at his waist—it was the Zhenhun pestle found at the Land God Temple. As he pierced the tip of the pestle into the eye of the Bagua formation, an ethereal image of the Lin Clan Ancestral Hall suddenly appeared on the ground.
The Seven Everlasting Lanterns ignited from the void, and from the flames emerged thirty women in wedding dresses, their copper bells ringing deafeningly on their wrists. The Five Emperor Coins on the Principal began to melt, with molten copper flowing along the red thread towards Lin Qiuyu.
When the last drop of molten copper entered her fingertip, a blood moon was suddenly engulfed by dark clouds. From the depths of Jiuyou came the sound of chains dragging on the ground, as seven Ox-Head and Horse-Face phantoms stepped out from the underworld, ensnaring the Principal's neck with soul-binding ropes.
"No! I can still..." The Principal's scream was torn apart by a gust of cold wind as Horse-Face swung a mourning staff, shattering his skull. Ox-Head used a trident to lift that writhing face sore, and thirty vengeful spirits of women broke free from their cocoons, transforming into fireflies that darted towards Lin Qiuyu.
The Paper Doll Legion suddenly knelt collectively, their bony claws plunging into their chests to extract beating hearts. Chen Mo watched as Ninety-Nine Hearts floated beneath Lin Qiuyu's feet, forming a complete Seven Star Life-Extension Formation. The jade ring at the formation's center began to crack inch by inch, revealing hidden ashes—those of Yang Bansian's stillborn twin sons.
"So you are the eye of the formation!" Chen Mo rushed towards the melting Bronze Cauldron and plunged the Zhenhun pestle into Medicinal Wine. The Black Snake screamed in agony as dense inscriptions appeared on the cauldron: "Those who borrow life will be devoured by the eye of the formation."
Lin Qiuyu suddenly let out a dual-layered shriek, her corpse beneath the wedding dress and Yang Fetus exploding simultaneously. Blood rained down in torrents as Chen Mo saw the ultimate truth through the blood mist—Lin Qiuyu's soul had always been attached to the jade ring; her fifteen years of borrowed life were actually her way of devouring the Principal's lifespan in reverse.
The so-called sacrificed Lin Clan Women had infused resentment into her ring through a seven-star formation since her birth. The Principal's remaining head suddenly opened its eyes wide: "Did you think it was over?" His mouth split wide to his ears. "Every fifty years..." Before he could finish, he was devoured by Paper Man, his skull cracking between teeth as distant roosters crowed for dawn.
As sunlight pierced through dark clouds, the Bronze Cauldron transformed into a foul-smelling black water. Chen Mo knelt before the Seven Star Monument, watching Lin Qiuyu's wedding dress turn to ash in sunlight. Thirty fireflies gathered to form her likeness in life, gently brushing away bloodstains from his brow before dissipating and leaving behind a damp inscription of "Jia Shen" on the ground.
When Old Zhang arrived with his men, he saw Chen Mo digging up a pottery jar beneath the Seven Star Monument with a Peach Wood Sword. Inside were seven blood-stained coins, each engraved with a birth date of a Lin Clan Woman.
As he unearthed the last coin, the entire ancestral grave suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep Bagua Well below—at its bottom lay thirty skeletons entwined with Hong Chou, each wearing a silver ring on their right ring finger.
"Let's close this case." Chen Mo scattered the coins into the well, watching them arrange themselves into a shape resembling the Big Dipper. "The true evil spirit from fifteen years ago is dead."
In the distance, the branches of the Sophora Tree swirled in the wind, carrying remnants of the Paper Bride. No one noticed that a bloodstained scrap of paper had drifted into Chen Mo's briefcase, where it bore an unfinished character "Shen" embroidered in Gold Thread.
On this day, the case report was sealed by Li Qiu. As Chen Mo pushed open the iron door of the City Bureau's archives, the copper bell at the eaves chimed with the echo of the hour. Among the yellowed files piled high, the case number for the Lin Family Borrowing Longevity Case had been marked as "resolved," but he knew that within a Kraft Paper Bag lay seven unfiled crime scene photographs—each capturing a Half Section of Red Silk in the background.
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