"You want to devour me?" Zhu Xiaoyu hadn't had time to speak when Shui Linglong cried out in alarm.

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything. Don't destroy my yuanhun (original spirit)."

It wasn't that a sorcerer couldn't devour a ghost or god, but rather whether he was willing to.

A sorcerer who devoured a ghost or god would gain the other's memories and a portion of their power, but would also easily lose their own nature in the process.

In other words, a sorcerer devouring a ghost or god was like taking poison to practice qigong (energy cultivation) – cultivation would soar in the short term, but the end result would certainly be an untimely death.

Zhu Xiaoyu said in a low voice, "Let me do it!"

"We caused the trouble, we have to clean it up ourselves!"

As Zhu Xiaoyu spoke, she walked straight towards Shui Linglong on the ground.

But at that moment, I slashed Shui Linglong's neck with my blade, and her head flew several meters.

After all, she was a ghost and god. Even with her head cut off, she didn't immediately vanish into ashes, but roared with a ferocious expression, "I already promised to tell you everything, why won't you let me go?"

I swung my blade again, striking down on Shui Linglong's head, "You're a pawn. Why would I want your memories?"

Before Shui Linglong could respond, I had shattered her skull.

I looked at the surging waves of the Xianyang River and said, "I'm going down the river. You'd better not follow, lest I accidentally kill you."

After I plunged into the river, I followed the current all the way down.

On the way to the Xianyang River, I had already tampered with Ye Yang's body, fearing that we would suddenly get separated and be unable to find each other.

When I woke up in the cave, I panicked because I discovered that all the tracking talismans I had left on Ye Yang had lost their effect.

I once asked my master, what should I do when I want to track someone but have no clues?

My master told me: if that person is too far away from you, then just forget it! You won't be able to find them no matter what.

If that person isn't too far away, then go find them by feeling.

A person's feeling is sometimes a very mysterious thing. It's even more effective than a Heavenly Fate Master's deduction.

However, feeling is also a gamble.

You can only try it when you have no other choice.

That time, I don't know if it was because I really had a connection with Ye Yang, or if I was just lucky, but after swimming out a hundred meters or so, I saw Ye Yang's dagger in a crack in the rocks.

Was that a marker Ye Yang had deliberately left behind?

No, if Ye Yang didn't want me to find him, he wouldn't deliberately leave his dagger in such an obvious place!

I kept getting closer to the dagger, and my mind kept calculating some kind of result.

Until I saw a crack near the dagger, a hint of a smile appeared: Leng Gou, your deception is too amateur.

And you're from the Embroidered Uniform Guard, how can you not even deceive people?

You deliberately left your dagger behind, wanting me to think that this was a trap left by someone else?

Wanting me to turn back and look for someone in the direction of the prison camp?

I quickly paddled the water a few times and swam through the gap below the river channel.

Before long, candlelight appeared before my eyes.

The candlelight spiraled up along the rock walls of the cave, and finally converged at the top of the cave into a band of light that resembled a galaxy.

The strange thing was that half a round of red light was suppressed in the middle of the brilliant galaxy.

At first glance, it looked as if the galaxy was trapping the rising sun.

The starlight was dazzling, but after all, it was only in the night sky.

If the sun doesn't rise, darkness is eternal.

Xianyang River!

This is the real Xianyang River!

I just took a step forward, and the light and shadow in the air seemed to automatically open a path for me.

I also saw clearly the altar shrouded in the lamplight.

Among the nine altars hidden beneath the starlight, eight had skeletons dressed in Taoist robes placed on them. Ye Yang was sitting on the last altar, and the baleful aura that had congealed into blood was winding around the altar.

This didn't look like a sacrifice, but rather like it was forcing Ye Yang to become a demon.

I walked a few steps to Feng Ruoxing and Wang Xiaohuan, who were standing in the corner, "What's going on?"

Feng Ruoxing said, "After Ye Yang came, he sat on the altar. He said, 'I want to wait for you to come and see him one last time.'"

I immediately became anxious, "Leng Gou! What are you playing at?"

Ye Yang seemed to have heard my words, but also seemed to have heard nothing, just looked at me from afar and showed a faint smile.

After my gaze swept over the eight altars one by one, I was shocked, "Ye Yang, you want to turn back into the Nine Coffin Taoist?"

The bones placed on the eight altars all had several pieces of bone with a color of pig iron, especially the limbs, which were more clearly visible.

That was the iron bone that was stolen from the Nine Coffin Taoist back then, and those bones were all sent to the Xianyang River!

I looked up at the half round of red sun at the top of the cave, and my eyes couldn't help but shrink suddenly – that wasn't a red sun, but sunlight coming in from the outside.

Are we now under the prison camp?

To be precise, we should be at the place where the dragon vein was beheaded. Only the location where the dragon head is buried would have such a strong baleful aura.

This is a burial place prepared for Ye Yang.

I roared, "Ye Yang, listen to me! Can you talk? If you can talk, then give me a word. Don't just keep silent!"