The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 211

Chapter 211

In the sealed room, the machine opened with a click Under the harsh light, the inner walls were covered with intricate symbols, all written in blood.

"Look, Helena's name is here," Cynthia pointed to the end of the inscriptions.

They couldn't recognize most of the writing, but Helena's name stood out clearly. The dark red, almost black writing exuded a stifling, oppressive energy "Ms. Locke, what is this?" Shane asked.

"A soul-cleansing spell" Madison frowned as she examined the inscriptions. "It's designed to remove all grievances from the soul and redirect a ghost's resentiment to other events."

Her gaze darkened as she traced her slender fingers across the inscriptions. This was a spell crafted by a highly skilled cultivator.

"So, Helena wasn't hiding in the machine by choice. Someone trapped her in bere, tight?" Shane scoffed as he stared at the machine with a grim expression. "Helena only mentioned being hurt by Rayson, but she never said anything about the director or the show they were filming, Why is that?"

Marco circled the machine. "Shane, do you think this whole thing is connected to him?

Shane scoffed. "What do you think?"

when he suddenly acted generous. After all that tension between

this used

waiting for this moment all along," Shane muttered, then turned to Madison. "Ms. Locke, now that the machine has been opened, will this affect

the inscriptions remain

said, "They killed her, and even in death, they won't let her rest. They're using her as a tool for their own gain. The cruelty of people is sickening!" Shane approached Cynthia, gently patting her shoulder. "Ms Locke, is there another presence besides

"Where?"

very faint and completely hidden beneath Helena's,

was also due to her significantly reduced spiritual

weak, it's more dangerous than

heavy silence settled over them. They had all sensed the danger from this

is it safe to leave the machine here? If it breaks, will it hurt Helena?" Cynthia glared at the machine

this spell. If we break it,

away with

left with blood on her hands. AskMs. Locke

we past let him live because he's rich and powerful? He destroyed

her eyes reddened. With trembling hands, she pulled in