The analysis of the array by Aizi Xing made me even more certain that Hu Bingbing must have killed someone. This person could have been her enemy or someone she despised.

I said, "That can’t be true. After all, a big star like Hu Bingbing wouldn’t risk such a thing. She doesn’t seem like the kind of person who could be so cruel."

Aizi Xing shook his head and said, "You can’t always judge a book by its cover. In this business, the most dangerous thing isn’t ghosts, but people. There’s an old saying: 'People fear ghosts, but ghosts know how toxic humans can be.' Last night, I fell into a big trap—just because I couldn’t resist temptation."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. It wasn’t because you couldn’t resist a woman, was it?"

At that moment, Aizi Xing looked up at the roof of the villa and said, "If we go up there, we’ll be able to confirm everything. The last piece of the puzzle, the spleen, should be on the roof because it’s in the center position of the five elements."

"Well, there’s no way to get up there through the front door. Unless we ring the doorbell. But since someone is inside, if we want to go up without being detected, the only way is to climb up the water pipes."

For someone like me, a country boy, climbing wasn’t a big deal—I’d climbed trees higher than this. But for Aizi Xing, it was a whole different story. His short arms and legs couldn’t even reach the pipes.

It took me about ten minutes to get up, and by the time I was on the roof, Aizi Xing was still struggling to climb up. He was panting hard, saying he almost fell off halfway.

I said, "What’s so dangerous about this? At worst, you’d break a bone, not your life. Hurry up and find that spleen."

Of course, I didn’t need to search for long. The moonlight had already illuminated a spot near the water tank on the roof. A few bricks had been removed, and there, buried underneath, was the spleen, also covered by a strange talisman.

"This confirms it—this really is the five-element feng shui array!" Aizi Xing said.

It seemed that he wasn’t wrong. If Hu Bingbing was behind all this, she had definitely killed someone. A strange feeling crept up on me. I couldn’t help but feel that this woman had deceived me—there was no supernatural baby spirit haunting her; it was all just a lie.

"Let’s go confront her. This woman has made a wicked five-element array, and I’m sure she hasn’t done a good deed. I don’t know what her story about a bloody fetus spirit was all about, but I’m sure it was just a scam."

Aizi Xing was furious and wanted to head straight to Hu Bingbing, but I stopped him for a moment. I’d noticed something else.

In an unremarkable corner of the water tank, I saw a small bloodstain. It was so tiny that it would’ve been easy to miss if I hadn’t been paying attention. I asked Aizi Xing to help me open the water tank; there might be something inside.

He couldn’t reach, so we worked together, but most of the effort was on me. After struggling for a while, I finally managed to open the tank. I shined my phone light inside and was horrified to find a body floating in the water.

It was a man in a white shirt, pale, his body bloated from being submerged for so long. His eyes were wide open, and there was an expression of intense resentment on his face, as though he had died with unresolved grievances.

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"Is this him?" I exclaimed, my hand trembling, almost dropping my phone.

Aizi Xing asked, "Do you know him?"

I shook my head and said, "I’ve seen him before, just a few days ago, inside Hu Bingbing’s villa."

Aizi Xing shook his head. "That can’t be. This corpse looks like it’s been dead for years. Judging by the skin and the discoloration, it was treated in some way. The body has been preserved, which is why it’s still intact in the water."

I asked, "How many years has he been dead?"

Aizi Xing shook his head again. "I can’t tell for sure, but it’s been many years."

I was horrified. I’d seen this man just this morning in the hallway on the second floor, and after seeing him, he disappeared. Then he…

Wait, did he run up to the roof?

I took a few steps back, suddenly terrified. Could he be… a ghost?

Just as I was thinking this, I saw something that made my blood run cold—the man’s lips curled into a strange smile.

"Ai, no! He’s resurrected!" Aizi Xing shouted in horror, and both of us instinctively jumped into each other’s arms.

"Run!" I yelled, pulling Aizi Xing and sprinting toward the water pipe to climb down.

When we reached the ground, I glanced up one last time, fearful that the ghost might follow us.

No wonder the man’s appearance had felt so eerie. He wasn’t a living person at all—he was a ghost! What exactly was Hu Bingbing involved in? Why was she keeping a ghost in the water tank?

"We need to confront her. What other secrets is she hiding? What else has she deceived us about?" I said to Aizi Xing. We immediately went straight to the door and rang the bell.

When the door opened, it was Zhu Li. She looked a bit surprised and asked, "Why are you two here at this hour?"

I didn’t bother answering her; I just pushed my way inside. She tried to stop me, but I didn’t care. She threatened to call the security guards.

I told her, "Let them call security, or even the police. If you do, I’ll tell them there’s a dead body on the roof and some human organs buried around the villa. Once the news spreads, Hu Bingbing will become famous again."

As soon as I said this, Zhu Li’s expression fell, and she stopped trying to block us. Once inside, I saw Hu Bingbing sitting on the sofa with a glass jar on the table, filled with blood.

"Do you know what this is?" Hu Bingbing asked, as she poured some blood into a cup. "This is the blood of an unborn child, which keeps my youth everlasting!"

I shuddered. "This woman is disgusting. What is she trying to do?"

Aizi Xing spoke up, "In Southeast Asia, there’s a dark ritual that uses unborn blood to preserve youth and smooth skin. Hu Bingbing, you’re not really using that, are you?"

"Exactly. I’m already in my thirties. Can you tell?" Hu Bingbing replied smugly, her voice oozing pride.

She didn’t look over thirty at all—more like a twenty-year-old girl, her skin flawless and delicate. I had always thought stars had special beauty treatments, but I never imagined that Hu Bingbing used such dark, wicked methods.

I was both disgusted and horrified by her revelation.

No wonder Su Qing had mentioned that Hu Bingbing had bad breath—there was negative energy and resentment tied to it. Su Qing, being a celestial master, could sense these things, while ordinary people couldn’t.

"Hu Bingbing, you’ve been lying to me, haven’t you?" I asked her directly.

She smiled a strange, twisted smile and said, "Of course. There was no bloody fetus spirit haunting me; that was just a story I made up. But the reason I had you do the ghost tattoos was indeed to ward off evil spirits. Do you remember seeing the man in the white shirt in the hallway on the second floor? You thought I didn’t know, but I did."

I froze. "You mean the man I saw... he’s a ghost?"

Hu Bingbing’s smile widened as she nodded. "Yes. He was my boyfriend. I killed him, and his body is hidden in the water tank. I took his organs to create the five-element feng shui array, so I could rise in my career and become famous."

Hu Bingbing raised her glass and took a sip, her lips curling into a demonic smile.

This woman was truly monstrous. To achieve her fame, she had resorted to such terrible means—killing a man, using his organs in an evil ritual, and manipulating dark forces for her own gain.

The entertainment industry is full of filth behind the scenes, and Hu Bingbing’s rise to stardom was built on the most gruesome and horrifying practices imaginable.

She proudly shared her story, explaining how the industry wasn’t clean and how she had struggled for years before finding the South Asian dark arts that helped her stay young.