Chapter 37 Iron Wall

Feng Ruoxing said, "If that's the case, then the top five warlocks in Ji Province are all dead at the hands of Bai Xin."

Ye Yang countered, "What about their sects? Is no one standing up for them?"

"The warlock world in Ji Province is very strange!" Feng Ruoxing explained, "In Ji Province, there are only warlocks, no sects. Even if a warlock takes disciples, they only take a maximum of three."

"Once the disciples have learned their skills, they establish their own households and never have any connection with their masters, let alone any sects!"

"Hmm?" Ye Yang asked doubtfully, "Why is that?"

"I don't know!" Feng Ruoxing said, "It's always been like this in Ji Province. Oh, right, in the past, Ji Province was also the place with the most wandering practitioners. Now, there are basically none."

"Regarding the matter of sects in Ji Province, I'm actually very curious. When I came to see Zhao Ge before, I even asked people about it."

"They just said that sects can't rise in Ji Province. Anyone who wants to establish a sect will not have a good end. Even the low-level disciples of the sect can hardly escape disaster. Even the once-famous Qi Jiu Men was like this!"

Ye Yang was shocked, "Qi Jiu Men's roots are in Ji Province?"

"Yes!" Feng Ruoxing said, "Qi Jiu Men originated in Ji Province. Apart from their reputation, none of their disciples ever left Ji Province."

"I understand!" Ye Yang said, but in his heart, he began to calculate something else.

Ji Province is the origin of Qi Jiu Men, and Bai Xin only takes seven days to kill.

Ye Yang always felt that there was some connection between these two sevens.

But he couldn't treat this intuition as evidence, so he forcibly suppressed his suspicion and quietly sneaked into Little Pig's villa.

The moment Ye Yang's toe stepped onto the steps of the main entrance, a line of bloody words inexplicably appeared on the villa door: "Friend, there is someone behind the door, you can't come in. I've left you a window."

Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing exchanged glances. The latter quietly squatted down and pressed his ear to the ground.

The secret art of "Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing" used by warlocks is more sensitive than that of martial artists. Not only can they hear the footsteps of their opponents, but they can even feel the breath of hidden soldiers.

Just as Feng Ruoxing's ear was about to touch the ground, the bloody words on the door suddenly changed: "Don't listen! That person can't see, but when you listen to him, he is also listening to your position. Step back three steps, and be careful of blood on the ground."

Ye Yang glanced down and saw a patch of scarlet blood rising from the ground, the scarlet blood droplets exactly aligned with Feng Ruoxing's ear.

Ye Yang reached out and grabbed Feng Ruoxing's shoulder, lifting him up from the ground.

His left-hand sword went straight for the gate, and the dazzling sword light split into three mid-way, shooting into the gate from both sides and through the cracks.

If there was really someone behind the door, they would definitely not be able to avoid Ye Yang's lightning-fast three swords.

After three sword marks appeared on the door simultaneously, the silver-white sword energy exploded above the marks, and the two doors instantly shattered into sawdust and scattered on the ground.

Behind the door, however, was a gray wall made of cement.

Although the wall completely sealed off the door, the side of the wall was not flush with the door frame, but left a gap of about half a meter wide.

The space between the door and the wall was not large, but it was just enough for one person to stand in.

The three sword energies that Ye Yang had just sent out passed through the door and directly struck the wall, blasting three palm-sized holes in the cement and bricks on the wall.

Behind the sword marks, however, a hint of black luster could be seen. Feng Ruoxing carefully used his soft sword to pick off a few pieces of broken brick, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly: "Pig iron!"

"Pig iron seals the soul!" Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing retreated a few steps at the same time.

In the world of术道 (Shu Dao – the esoteric arts), pig iron is only used when repairing graves. However, casting a grave with pig iron is not to keep the dead quiet, but to suppress the wronged souls in the grave, preventing them from coming out.

The pig iron wall behind the door has the same meaning as using soul-suppressing iron; it can block the ghosts in the house from getting out.

Feng Ruoxing said to himself, "Only Little Pig has died in this house? Who exactly is sealing whose soul?"

Just as Ye Yang was about to speak, he heard the sound of a window opening.

The person who left the message on the door earlier said that he had left a window for the visitor, and now that window had opened.

Ye Yang retreated several steps in a row and glanced sideways in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, a window had been opened there.

However, the opened window seemed out of place with the entire villa.

The villa used horizontal sliding windows up and down, but the only window that was opened was an old-fashioned wooden double-hung window, with three panes of glass on each window, top, middle, and bottom.

This kind of window was popular in the seventies and eighties, but no one used it later.

Feng Ruoxing lowered his voice and said, "Ye Yang, did you see this window just now?"

"No!" Ye Yang shook his head.

The two of them had just walked around the villa, and such an obvious difference would definitely not escape their eyes. Neither of them had seen this window, which meant that a window had suddenly appeared on the villa!

Ye Yang walked to the bottom of the window and looked up at the window. A line of words suddenly appeared on the wall on the first floor facing Ye Yang: