The color drained from Ji Xiu'e's face.
"You found that monk! You had him trick me into writing that confession when I was out of my mind. And the Daoist Junping mentioned... you had him perform all those supernatural tricks too!"
The gruesome deaths of the livestock, the word 'Wronged' painted on the wall, the mysteriously decaying old tree, the blood-soaked roots...
There were also the rumors that she was 'plagued by sin, with blood debts yet to be paid,' the bloody handprint on the tombstone, and especially that shocking, twenty-character message written in blood...
'It wasn't the spirits of her brother and his wife, nor was it a vengeful ghost come to claim her life—it was all Ji Huan's trickery!'
'And to think she had been in such turmoil over it, to think it had nearly driven her mad!'
'And to think... to think she had been plotting to strike first, only to find that Ji Huan had already made her move long ago.'
