I nodded and said, "Even if you didn't say it, I would still kill Zhang Fang. Anyone who dares to plot against me, as long as I don't die, I'll make sure they die without a burial ground."

"Your request doesn't count as a condition. What else can I do to help you?"

Dai Xuelin shook her head and said, "Nothing. In this world, I have no more attachments, neither in the mortal realm nor in the underworld."

Dai Xuelin stood up. "Send me on my way! Actually, I'm very afraid of pain."

I raised my hand and pressed it against Dai Xuelin's forehead. "Close your eyes! It will be over soon."

"Thank you!" Dai Xuelin closed her eyes. "I think you are different from other warlocks. I hope you are a good warlock."

Good?

Bad?

That's probably not the standard for evaluating warlocks. Where are there perfect people in the martial world? And where do good people come from?

People of the martial world may also be sentimental, but only if they can live through that brief sadness.

With a force from my palm, I shattered Dai Xuelin's last vestiges of spirit.

The Soul-Chasing Cord (zhui hun suo) that had entangled Dai Xuelin fell weakly to the ground, emitting a vibration.

Divine weapons have spirits, and it was seeing off a wronged soul.

As I retracted the Soul-Chasing Cord (zhui hun suo), Feng Ruoxing slowly walked behind me. "Since you were unwilling to let her soul scatter, why didn't you spare her life in the first place?"

"That was her own request." I slowly wound the Soul-Chasing Cord (zhui hun suo) around my wrist. "When Dai Xuelin used a secret method to pinch my heart, she signaled me to destroy the runes on her body. Only in this way could she speak to me."

"Those runes were deeply embedded in her soul. To destroy them, I would have to scatter her soul. If I didn't have a Soul-Chasing Cord (zhui hun suo) in my hand, I probably wouldn't have been able to hear these words."

Feng Ruoxing looked at me with a hint of curiosity. "Then why didn't you say from the beginning that Dai Xuelin would be reduced to ashes?"

"I just didn't want to say it!" I smiled wryly. "It was better to give her some comfort. I later told her the truth bluntly, only because I didn't want to lie to a dying person."

"You are so sentimental!" Feng Ruoxing shook her head slightly. "No wonder Dai Xuelin said you don't seem like a warlock. Warlocks are supposed to be emotionless. The path of the warlock is supposed to be emotionless."

My expression darkened slightly. "Did you come here specifically to discuss sentimentality with me?"

"Haha..." Feng Ruoxing covered her mouth and laughed. "Being thin-skinned isn't the style of a warlock!"

I was indeed a little annoyed by Feng Ruoxing's teasing, but Feng Ruoxing's expression turned serious. "Okay, let's stop joking. Let me reintroduce myself. I am Feng Ruoxing, a warlock, a patrolling envoy under the Judge's Gate."

I stared straight at Feng Ruoxing and said, "Why aren't you a life borrower?"

Feng Ruoxing replied, "The Ancestral Master only allows us to borrow life up to the age of seventy. So, our mission has already been completed. We can only be patrolling envoys; we can't be life borrowers!"

I subconsciously asked, "Don't you want immortality?"

Feng Ruoxing smiled. "Having life and death, having satisfaction and regret, is what makes a complete life. I am a person, not an immortal. I don't need immortality; I only need life."

Before I could speak, Feng Ruoxing put her hands behind her back and said, "Okay, let's not discuss life anymore. Let's get back to the main topic! This time, my mission is to capture Zhang Fang."

"You are a cop?" My eyes narrowed again.

The Nine Ghosts (Jiu Gui), those nine notorious bandits, had a significant impact on me. They didn't hate the constables; some even had a frenemy relationship with them.

In their view, they were all just people trying to make a living in the martial world. Thieves were thieves, and soldiers were soldiers. It was natural for soldiers to catch thieves. They could fight to the death, but there was no need to hate an entire group.

However, the Nine Ghosts (Jiu Gui) had also been teaching me that if it wasn't necessary, don't deal with people from the government.

They have different things in their heads than you, they think differently, so they do things differently. They don't see eye to eye with you. Forcing a relationship is just asking for trouble.

That's why I reacted so strongly.

Feng Ruoxing rubbed her forehead and said with a wry smile, "Why does everyone react this way?"

"Let's put it this way! I am also a businessman in the warlock world, but our channels for accepting business are a little different. I take official business."

Feng Ruoxing said, "Don't think that just because you take official business, you are one of them. We are just in a cooperative relationship. To put it more simply, they are probably just consultants they hired with money!"

"This time, I can say that I am acting for free, because Zhang Fang killed my subordinate, Dai Ning'an."

I asked in confusion, "According to the information I have, Dai Xuelin should have died several years ago. Why are you only taking action now?"

"There is indeed some kinship between Dai Xuelin and Ning'an, but they are not directly related, and they rarely interacted in recent years. If Ning'an hadn't happened to go home to worship her ancestors, she wouldn't have known that the Dai family had been wiped out."

"When Ning'an was investigating the cause of Dai Xuelin's death, she encountered Zhang Fang and was also poisoned by him. Moreover, Zhang Fang used Ning'an's identity to disguise himself as a victim and dragged the warlock world of the provincial capital into this conspiracy."

I frowned slightly. "There's still one thing I don't understand. Why did the warlock world of the provincial capital suddenly come looking for me?"