I was about to look around for the source of the voice when the person said urgently, "Don't turn around, and don't look. Both people and ghosts are watching you now. If you turn around, people will die. Move forward, as fast as you can, and don't let anyone in red clothing target you."

I shifted my feet slightly, but didn't move forward.

The person urged, "Hurry up and go! What are you waiting for?"

I moved my lips slightly and said in the direction of the voice, "Who are you? And why should I leave?"

The person said urgently, "I'm with Dai Ning'an. She's waiting for you somewhere else. Remember, don't let anyone in red clothing target you."

I sent another voice transmission, "Why is Dai Ning'an waiting for me? And where is she waiting?"

The person was so exasperated they were practically stamping their feet, "Why are you...? Aren't you afraid your friends are in danger?"

I suddenly turned around, my eyes like knives, and looked towards the street corner, my surging killing intent locking onto the target.

The expression of a man dressed as a sanitation worker standing on the street corner immediately changed: "That's not what I meant... your friend... Dai Ning'an told me to tell you to think carefully about those people's behavior..."

Then it dawned on me that the reactions of those high-level practitioners of the Art seemed to fit the martial world, but not human nature.

I hadn't posed a fatal threat to them at the time, so why were they all able to restrain their hatred for the murder of their sons?

More importantly, it seemed Old Liu had found the wrong people.

When Zhang had come to me for help, he had clearly said that the people on Fengshui Street had pooled money to find someone to help, but the final employer had been changed to the Art practitioners of the provincial capital.

This wasn't a transfer of concepts, but rather, we had all overlooked an intermediate link.

Fengshui Street was a part of the Art world, but it couldn't represent an entire jianghu.

To put it plainly, it was as if I had taken a job from a group of workers, but the person who came out to discuss the deal with me was the company's general manager, forcibly raising the level of the business by several notches.

This kind of thing would never happen anywhere.

Unless, the person who had initially discussed the deal wasn't the boss of Fengshui Street.

Old Liu brought back the business. Was Old Liu deceived, or was Old Liu deceiving me?

However, Old Liu was missing.

Yun Shang was intelligent, but unfortunately, she wasn't skilled and didn't understand the jianghu. If they really fought, Old Liu could take down Yun Shang alone.

I had always felt there was something wrong with Zhang. But he disappeared with Yun Shang and Old Liu. Wasn't this like putting a sheep between two wolves?

If the two wolves didn't yield to each other, Yun Shang would still have a chance to live.

If they had already become accomplices, Yun Shang would undoubtedly die!

Now, I could only choose to believe Dai Ning'an.

At least, I had to see Dai Ning'an!

I slightly moved my eyes and sent a voice transmission in the direction of the sound, "Where do I need to run?"

"Huangquan Road, what do you think?" The person's voice had changed. (Huangquan Road: Road to the Underworld)

When I turned around, a woman in red clothing had appeared next to the man dressed as a sanitation worker. Although she was standing in the sunlight, she exuded a sinister aura.

The woman in red placed a hand on the sanitation worker's shoulder, covered her mouth, and giggled, "I've got my eye on you. You have no other way to go except Huangquan Road."

As I reached for the hilt of the knife behind me, I saw police officers walking towards me. If I drew my knife now, I would have to clash with the police officers without even making a move.

As I slowly released my hand, the two police officers walked past the woman in red, but she still gave me a chilling, cold smile.

I took a deep look at her, turned around, and walked towards the street entrance. I started slowly, and each step was cautious, afraid of taking too big a step or too small a step.

Anyone with eyes could see that I was using the Daoist magic "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch." The woman in red's voice rose: "You can't escape. Where there is a shadow, there I am. No matter how fast you are, you can't be faster than me. If you don't believe me, you can look back."

Countless red shadows appeared simultaneously on the glass of the surrounding buildings. Pale faces, set off by blood red, glared down at me from all directions. The passersby around me suddenly became ghostly.

People walked past me, and people gave me cold smiles. Without exception, they were all wearing red clothes.

Looking around the entire street, there was only a bloody red, a layer of pale white.

Everyone walking into this street was wearing red clothes, each with a pale face.

The voice of the woman in red floated around me like a ghost: "Is this blood beautiful? I like this blood red, so I can make everyone I see wear blood, including you."

"When you see blood, it's like seeing me."

"When blood flows on their bodies, they belong to me!"

"I'm trapping you with the lives of everyone on this street. Can you still escape?"

I suddenly turned around and shouted, "Dai Xuelin!"

The woman in red was stunned: "You dare call my name! You have guts!"

I sneered, raised my hand, gave her a thumbs up, and then flipped my wrist, pointing my fingertip at the ground.

Calling the name of a ghost god was to insult their dignity.

It was equivalent to challenging the ghost god alone!

If Dai Xuelin didn't kill me immediately, the ghost gods would lose face.

I was using my own life to exchange for the lives of everyone on this street!