Albert Lester opened his mouth, trying to say sothing, but right then, he saw Scarlett Jennings raise her hand, her fingertips glowing with a demonic light, as she gently waved at him.
Albert Lester suddenly lost his balance, as if sothing had lifted him and thrown him into the Inferno Abyss space behind.
At the sa ti, those dozen Shadow Souls were sent into the Domain by Scarlett Jennings.
In the following monts, justice was served for the wronged, and vengeance for the hated.
In her Domain, even if the soul was repeatedly torn apart, it wouldn’t easily die.
...
When the police team ca in, they saw only Scarlett Jennings in the room, and were shocked, quickly asking,
"Where’s Albert Lester?"
Scarlett Jennings sensed sothing and then said, "Wait a bit longer."
The police team was puzzled, what were they waiting for?
But soon, they knew what they were waiting for.
Suddenly, without warning, the man appeared out of thin air again. When he appeared, his exterior showed no damage, yet he seed insane, his eyes filled with extre terror.
It was clearly just a short ti, yet it seed like he had lived a few lifetis inside.
The thods he once used on his victims were now turned on him, his body and soul repeatedly suffering torture. He could distinctly feel the pain and fear those people felt before dying, yet strangely... he could not die.
Why hadn’t he died?
Why was he still alive?
This indeed was Hell.
By the nineteenth ti he was killed, he regretted it and begged them for rcy.
But, it wasn’t over yet.
As his soul seed on the verge of collapse, Scarlett Jennings finally released him from the Domain.
Though outwardly he appeared unhard, from her perspective, the soul in front of her was already tattered.
A broken and incomplete soul, if not repaired, wouldn’t be able to live a complete life in the next reincarnation.
But, it was no longer her concern.
Compared to Albert Lester’s collapse and despair, the Resentful Energy on all the ghosts that erged from the Domain had finally diminished, making even the Ghost Bodies appear lighter.
Scarlett Jennings said to them,
"Three days later, the Taoism Academy will set up a place for you to cleanse your Resentful Energy and proceed to reincarnation. In these three days, you won’t be drawn by Resentful Energy to stay by his side anymore."
She paused, her voice softening,
"Go back and see the ones you long for and say goodbye properly."
As Scarlett Jennings finished speaking, the ghosts before her all emitted a sorrowful cry. The murderer who killed them had finally received retribution, yet they couldn’t be resurrected.
After bowing to Scarlett Jennings in gratitude, the ghosts left, heading towards the relatives and loved ones they kept in their hearts.
Only the ghost fan, who had been staring at Scarlett Jennings all along, remained.
Her na was Cecilia Houghton, the girl who woke Albert Lester on the bus and was murdered by him in a fit of unwarranted anger.
She never imagined, after dying so tragically, that her idol Scarlett Jennings would catch the killer on her behalf, even giving her the chance for personal revenge.
If it weren’t for being a ghost, she would have wanted to run over and hug her idol.
Thank her for redeeming her once again.
Scarlett Jennings could see a faint, very weak thread of connection between them, representing the faith power Cecilia once gave her.
This ti, it could be considered settling the karma between the two.
"Aren’t you going back?" Scarlett Jennings asked her.
Cecilia looked awkward and dejected for a mont, and then said,
"I broke off ties with my family long ago; they probably don’t even know I’m dead. I have no one to say goodbye to..."
...
On the other side, the internet was abuzz again from the live broadcast.
Albert Lester’s na exploded on social dia, and the list of twenty-nine nas that Scarlett Jennings recounted was singled out.
Many netizens spontaneously called out to the families of the victims.
In a small town far away in South City, Evangeline Atkins had just finished shopping and returned ho, only to see several neighborly won chatting together. Upon seeing her, they imdiately greeted and asked,
"Evangeline, have you heard from your daughter Cecilia recently?"
Evangeline, hearing her daughter’s na, showed so resentnt, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm,
"She doesn’t care about this family anymore. Since she left ho two years ago, she’s never contacted us. I’ve lost hope for her, raising a daughter like raising one for nothing..."
She cursed as she spoke of this daughter, sothing the surrounding won usually advised her against, but now their expressions were complex, staring at her for a long while before saying,
"You should try to contact her. There’s discussion online about Cecilia Houghton, the na and age match your child. You need peace of mind at least."
Evangeline didn’t initially understand what was going on, but upon hearing that an esteed master online had exposed a deranged serial killer, and among the victims was a Cecilia Houghton.
Evangeline realized the killer was from Mountain City, recalling her daughter had gone there after leaving ho. Her heart skipped a beat, yet she still said,
"There’s no way that girl would get into trouble easily, she’s quite capable, and there are many people with the sa na."
Saying this, she headed straight ho, and as she closed the door, the groceries she carried fell to the ground.
Evangeline shakily pulled out her phone, dialing the number she hadn’t contacted in two years, calling repeatedly, yet receiving no response.
Beginning with self-reassurance, she soon trembled, her voice laced with tears,
"You wretched girl, answer the phone!!"
The Houghton son heard the commotion and ca out of his room. Seeing his mother sitting on the ground making phone calls, he was puzzled,
"Mom, what are you doing?"
Evangeline looked up at his words, her mind slow for a couple of seconds before she suddenly burst into tears,
"Tom! Your sister... go find your sister... bring her ho, my Cecilia... can’t be in trouble, waah..."
Similar situations as Evangeline’s family occurred in several other households.
From those whose bodies had been found but didn’t know the killer, those found but unclaid, to those completely unaware their children were victims.
Today, throughout Mountain City and Cathay, several families were plunged into fear and tears.
And Albert Lester, the culprit of all this misery, and his family were quickly dug up by netizens.
Albert Lester’s parents, long divorced and remarried, saw online reports of their son as a twisted serial killer. After their initial shock, they were overco by loud cursing,
"We should’ve never had him!"
"The Lester family is disgraced with such a murderer!"
"I don’t have a son like him!"
Various curses and voices of disdain rged between the internet and reality, and although Albert Lester couldn’t see them, he seed to hear countless voices condemning him, continuing to tornt his soul eternally, robbing him of peace even in life.
Demon Street courtyard.
Scarlett Jennings sat under the ginkgo tree, trying to rge the black threads inside a Jade Token into a blank Talisman.
Samuel Chalrs walked over, observing the black line she drew out, sensing it carefully, and raised an eyebrow,
"Is this, Albert Lester’s malicious thoughts?"
Scarlett Jennings nodded,
"I tried to extract a thread in the Domain; unexpectedly, it really worked."
She paused, looking at Samuel Chalrs, her gaze clear,
"You said Shu’e is ford from Mortal Realm’s evil thoughts. I’m wondering if a sufficiently large evil could also attract him?"
Shu’e had disappeared for two years, and it remained a hidden threat.
Though she hadn’t yet mastered the Ten-tailed, it was ti to take action and deal with him.
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