Chapter 1 Who is Looking for Ye Yang?

Qin Xin exclaimed, "Who would be looking for Ye Yang?"

I said calmly, "Someone who can control human skin. Ye Yang can handle his situation. Let's go first."

Just as I had predicted, not long after Qin Xin and I left the Land God Temple, several people wearing baseball caps, sportswear, and jeans appeared outside the temple.

The group of people slightly lowered their heads, hands in their pockets, and marched in unison, forcing their way into the temple gate.

Ye Yang, with one arm hanging down, held a sword in his other hand, looked at the group of young men with their heads slightly lowered and spotless white sneakers, and sneered, "All flash and no substance! You want to fight but have no intention to, what can you do?"

"Kill!" the lead youth shouted, and everyone simultaneously pulled out daggers from their pockets, rushing towards Ye Yang.

The cold gleam of the long sword in Ye Yang's hand suddenly rose, but the blade did not point towards the crowd. Instead, it flew backward, landing towards the incense burner on the ground.

The three-foot-long sword landed close to the incense burner, precisely positioned behind the head of the ghost soldier. When the snow-white sword light reflected on the blue flame on the ghost soldier's head, it actually raised the flame a few inches higher.

The ghost soldier couldn't make a sound, but his eyes suddenly bulged out of their sockets, and wisps of flame instantly spread across the top of his head.

As the fire started on the ghost soldier's head, Ye Yang's long sword rotated half a circle with the firelight, and the blade slowly tilted towards the top of the ghost soldier's head.

With each inch the long sword descended, the firelight beneath it swelled an inch. As the firelight and sword shadow intertwined, the blood seal on the ghost soldier's mouth somehow broke. The ghost soldier shouted hoarsely, "Kill him quickly! They cast a spell. They cast a double curse. If you don't kill him, you're all doomed."

The people who had already rushed to the temple gate suddenly accelerated in an instant, desperately charging towards Ye Yang.

However, Ye Yang, along with the cold glint of the daggers, appeared in the crowd. Before the leader's dagger could touch the tip of Ye Yang's nose, the short sword in Ye Yang's hand had already plunged into the leader's throat.

As Ye Yang withdrew his sword and turned around, black gas emanated from the wound on the leader's throat. Before the black gas could dissipate, Ye Yang appeared in front of another person, the short sword like a knife aimed straight at the opponent's throat.

Ye Yang stubbornly used the short sword as a dagger, his moves simple and unadorned. He used the fastest speed to appear near his opponents and plunge the short sword into their vital points before their blades could touch him.

Ye Yang's figure was like a ghost flying in the cold light. Each time he appeared between the blade light and the crowd, the short sword in his hand would bring up a cloud of black mist.

Figures and human skin kept falling in the black mist behind him.

As Ye Yang's toes stepped onto the threshold of the Land God Temple, the area within ten meters behind him had turned pitch black. The only contrasting colors were Ye Yang's white clothes and the human hands reaching out from the black mist.

That arm, as if coated in white ash, quietly appeared behind Ye Yang while his strength was waning, pressing towards Ye Yang's shoulder without any intent to kill, not even a rustle of wind.

As the fingers inched towards Ye Yang's shoulder, Ye Yang suddenly said, "You didn't touch the sky lantern, did you? Touching it is what truly brings on Li Po's curse."

The hand about to fall on Ye Yang's shoulder clearly paused for a moment. Then, Ye Yang's long sword, which had landed beside the incense burner, suddenly rose, and as the shattered phosphorescence of the ghost scattered far beyond the black mist, the ghostly hand about to touch Ye Yang suddenly retracted into the mist, disappearing without a trace.

As Ye Yang's hand sank, the long sword flew over from a distance and landed in Ye Yang's hand.

Ye Yang held the sword horizontally in front of him, gently sniffed it, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He then walked slowly towards the corner of the street, sword in hand.

Ye Yang was right; I did use the ghost soldier to cast the sky lantern curse. However, my curse could not harm Sun Qing's direct relatives.

The few strands of hair I showed Sun Qing were actually plucked from Zhao Yuezhu's head.

Neither Ye Yang nor I have the ability to predict the future. Unless I wanted to kill Sun Qing as soon as I saw him, who would have thought to take Sun Qing's hair in advance to cast a curse?

The real thing I used to cast the curse was a piece of skin I tore from the arm of the human skin that had transformed into a cat when I was suppressing it.

That piece of skin was stained with the caster's aura. Using it to cast a curse could only make the other party vigilant; it couldn't harm their life at all.

That was the result I wanted!

The sentence I said when I left was to remind Ye Yang that my curse wasn't powerful enough.

Ye Yang deliberately left the long sword behind, equivalent to a fishhook, and the bait was my sky lantern curse.

Ye Yang's "hook" didn't catch a big fish, but it did get the other party's aura. That aura was enough for Ye Yang to track the other party's whereabouts.

Ye Yang wasn't walking fast, but the other party shouldn't even think about escaping Ye Yang's pursuit.

When Ye Yang left the Land God Temple, Qin Xin and I also appeared in front of Zhao Ci and his daughter, Zhao Yuezhu.

After Zhao Ci saw me, he said, "Yuezhu, go outside first. I want to say a few words to Li Po."

Not only did Zhao Yuezhu not leave, but her face also darkened. "Is there anything you can't say in front of me?"

Zhao Ci hesitated for a long time before saying, "Yuezhu has nothing to do with the human skin. I hope she can withdraw from this."