Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 179

It was Fu Jinyun calling.

“Where are you?” His voice sounded steady, but Ye Shaohua sensed the unease beneath.

Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes. “S City.”

A pause. Then: “Come back.”

This time, she didn’t answer. Fu Jinyun exhaled deeply before continuing, “Grandmaster Zhou… just passed away. In S City.”

His tone was heavy. Ye Shaohua’s grip on the phone tightened.

Grandmaster Zhou—her mentor, her friend.

Fu Jinyun seemed to realize persuasion was futile. He hung up without another word.

Ye Shaohua didn’t dwell on it. She headed straight to the university, where Zhou’s two apprentices were sobbing uncontrollably.

“Master Ye,” one choked out, “this… this is what Master left for you before he entered.”

Grandmaster Zhou had died investigating this case. He’d already suspected the lake’s secrets before going in.

His notes to Ye Shaohua were clear: a Sevenfold Yin-Locking Array. He’d intended to study its origins, but the feng shui formation’s malice was too potent. It cost him his life.

Ye Shaohua looked up at the lake’s surface, where dark miasma swirled like ink.

Now she understood. This wasn’t just a Yin-Locking Array—it concealed a vile fortune-shifting ritual, siphoning the university’s luck to its creator.

She took a deep breath. Instead of entering immediately, she removed the jade pendant from her neck and placed it on a string of lakeside stones.

The principal and others gasped as the oppressive chill instantly lessened.

“Install surveillance here.” She pointed to a specific spot.

“Master Ye, what next?” The principal’s voice trembled.

Ye Shaohua remained eerily calm. “The array needs one more sacrifice. Students are safe for two days. We wait for the mastermind.”

The array’s core lay with its creator. Find them, and this ends. But first—some loose threads needed tying.

The deaths had been hushed up, so public attention fixated on Ye Shaohua’s return instead. Whispers spread:
Had she dropped out? Had a breakdown? Was she institutionalized?

She stayed in faculty housing arranged by the principal. At dawn, a knock came.

Fu Jinyun stood at her door. She frowned. “Why are you here?”

Ignoring her expression, he brushed past her. “Came to see how you’re planning to get yourself killed— Wait. Shaohua… are you okay?”

His gaze turned serious. He knew how close she’d been to Zhou.

“Fine.” Her calmness was unsettling. “Since you’re here—noticed anything odd about the case?”

His fingers tensed.

“Figured it out, didn’t you?” She spoke softly. “All eight girls shared a birthday: the 15th of Lunar July. Same as mine. A Yin-Locking Array needs massive yin energy. Even if I didn’t intervene… they’d come for me eventually.”

“No.” Fu Jinyun’s chest tightened. “That won’t happen.”

She suddenly laughed. “Relax. Did you really think I’d be easy prey? Wait here—I’ll grab breakfast.”

But at the dorm entrance, she found Cui Hao waiting with dramatic solemnity.

“Shaohua, I was wrong.” His eyes brimmed with performative regret. “I asked around to find you here. I don’t care if you have… mental issues—”

“Fu Heng. Remove him.” Fu Jinyun didn’t even glance at Cui Hao.

Fu Heng—a trained fighter—hauled the sputtering man away like a ragdoll.

“Shaohua! Can’t we talk? I know you hate me, but—”

“Keep whining,” she said flatly, “and I’ll call campus security.”

Fu Jinyun had come to assist after Zhou’s death proved the danger. Cui Hao was irrelevant.

After breakfast and paying respects at Zhou’s home, they returned by evening. Ye Shaohua was subdued the entire trip—struggling to process her mentor’s sudden loss.

“You alright?” Fu Jinyun eyed her pallor.

But his concern masked suspicion.

She shook her head. “Just… never thought Grandmaster Zhou would—”

Before she could finish, police intercepted them.

Cui Hao and Xu Yilin were missing.

No bodies. No surveillance footage.

Then a video surfaced online—Cui Hao’s morning plea at her dorm—clearly edited to smear her. Netizens raged:
“Psycho ex-girlfriend drove her boyfriend away! Bet she killed him and his new girl!”
“Gold-digger found a richer guy and came back for revenge. Disgusting.”

With circumstantial evidence pointing to her, police brought Ye Shaohua in for questioning.

“Cui Hao and Xu Yilin were last seen near Lovers’ Lake,” the detective said. “And you’re the last person on camera with them.”

“Captain,” a junior officer sneered, “three days without sleep in custody—she’ll confess.”

But Ye Shaohua remained unmoved, even as the mayor and principal vouched for her.

The precinct captain took a drag of his cigarette, glaring. “I don’t believe in superstition, Ye Shaohua. Even if you walk free today, I will find evidence to arrest you.”

Leaning back, she smiled lazily. “You’re unmarried, yes?”

Her voice held an inexplicable magnetism. Against his will, he answered, “Not yet—”

“But your family set a wedding date. Lunar New Year, 8th day.” She shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that. Your mother will call in three seconds.”

He scoffed—then his phone rang. His mother’s caller ID flashed.

Stunned, he gaped at her after hanging up.

Just then, an officer burst in, face white. “Captain—Cui Hao just reappeared!”