Chapter 1 Wen Yiliao's Drinking Place Was Too Remote

Wen Yiliao's drinking place was too far away, and Ye Yang and the others were in the bustling downtown area. It was already too late for me to rush over and support Ye Yang.

After a moment's thought, I called Lin Zhao, "Have you found Shen Ping?"

Lin Zhao said, "We've arrived at Sanbao Company. The security guard and secretary both said Shen Ping hasn't left, but I can't find him."

I said in a deep voice, "Be careful. Shen Ping might not be an easy opponent."

After I hung up, Old Liu's call came in, "Master, something happened to Xie Sanbao. He's lost his soul."

"What did you say?" I slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. "What happened? Tell me in detail."

Old Liu said, "I originally had Hei Ye Xiao sneak in to find a chance to possess Xie Sanbao and communicate with his divine sense. Hei Ye Xiao did sneak into Xie Sanbao's body, but found that Xie Sanbao was just an empty shell. His soul is gone!"

I couldn't help but gasp. "I saw him get into the police car with my own eyes..."

Old Liu said, "We've been watching Xie Sanbao the whole time. We haven't noticed anything unusual from beginning to end. I'll have Hei Ye Xiao continue to possess Xie Sanbao's body to create the illusion that he's alive, but I don't know how long this illusion can last."

"Master, everything is happening too coincidentally. Someone might be watching you."

All of this was indeed too coincidental, hitting me at my most vulnerable points almost every time, leaving me unable to cope.

I said in a deep voice, "Old Liu, don't worry about whether someone is watching me for now. Find a way to disrupt their rhythm. I can't follow their lead."

Before I could figure out a way to break the situation, Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing had already arrived at the underground passage of the commercial street.

From a distance, Ye Yang saw Jia Zhen wearing a black top hat and a scarf, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, playing the violin.

Jia Zhen was wearing sunglasses, looking like a blind man. What set him apart from other street performers was that he was completely immersed in his music. Even if someone dropped change into his violin case, he didn't react at all.

The violin was his world. He was in a bustling city, but he was immersed in his own world, undisturbed by outsiders.

Ye Yang stopped a few meters away from Jia Zhen and slightly opened his divine eyes. "Look at the manhole cover under Jia Zhen's feet."

Jia Zhen was sitting right on top of a sewer manhole cover.

One of Jia Zhen's feet was on the edge of the manhole cover, tapping lightly on the ground as if keeping time.

Logically speaking, even a beggar wouldn't choose to sit on a sewer manhole cover. Not only might the manhole cover be dangerous, but the cigarette butt in Jia Zhen's mouth was also somewhat risky.

But Jia Zhen had specifically chosen this spot.

Just as Ye Yang took a few steps forward, Jia Zhen's violin music suddenly changed. The music lost all melody and became a piercing, ear-splitting noise.

The manhole cover under his feet trembled slightly with his music, and visible yin energy began to rise around the manhole cover, enveloping Jia Zhen in a short period of time.

When Ye Yang stepped forward again, several sounds of strings breaking could be heard from the black mist formed by the yin energy, and the yin energy surrounding Jia Zhen seemed to be dispersed by the music.

When Ye Yang saw Jia Zhen again, all the joints in his hands were cracked, and blood was dripping from his hands. Jia Zhen said weakly, "Go above. There's a woman in black. Hurry, don't let her kill anyone."

Before Ye Yang could act, a woman in a black dress appeared in the underground passage. She stood on the edge of a sewer manhole not far away, diagonally opposite Jia Zhen who was tapping his foot, and revealed a sneer.

The woman in black clearly saw Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing in the distance, but she didn't pay any attention to them. Instead, she said coldly to Jia Zhen, "Jia Zhen, you've trapped me for ten years. Can you still hold me down now?"

"Someone has already broken through the well under your feet. The underground well system of the entire city is interconnected. I can kill anyone anywhere I want. Can you still suppress me?"

Jia Zhen played the violin without saying a word, but beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead.

Feng Ruoxing wanted to step forward, but Ye Yang stopped him.

Ye Yang pointed to Jia Zhen who was still playing the violin, meaning: Let's see what he can do first.

Jia Zhen finally spoke, "I've suppressed you for ten years, and I still don't know who you are. Today, let's settle the score between us. You should at least tell me who you are, right?"

The woman in black sneered, "You want to know my real name? Not so easy. I'll never tell you."

"All I can tell you is that after you die, there will be another woman in black walking on the manhole covers in this city at night. She will drag anyone who talks to her into the well, just like ten years ago. Haha..."

As the woman in black spoke, her fair face began to gradually turn black. In just a moment, her delicate face looked as if it had been painted with black ink, with only a pair of bloodshot eyes still moving.

Ye Yang said through voice transmission, "This isn't the woman's true form. I'll hold her back. You find her true form."

As Ye Yang spoke, he slowly walked towards the middle of the standoff.