The long night was finally over.
The sun was up when Tang Hao left the police station.
Tang Hao went to the rooftop of a skyscraper. One night had passed, and the Gourd of Soul Purification should have done its job.
He unplugged the cork. A cloud of smoke appeared with a poof, then the smoke coalesced into the silhouette of a girl. She wore a red dress and was as charming as she looked in the photograph.
Before this, her grudge made her expression look frightening. After the purification, she looked gentle and calm.
She looked at Tang Hao and sighed. "Why did you stop me? That Qian Yifei deserved to die!"
Her soul might be purified, but the memories remained.
"Don't worry, she'll receive her due punishment. She's been arrested by the police. Cheng Zhijie too, and his father has fallen from grace," Tang Hao said.
