The windows of Qianhe Hall facing the street were shattered. The person who had crashed through them transformed back into human form as he fell to the street, lying stark naked on the pedestrian walkway.

"Turn away!" I raised my hand to shield Zhao Yuezhu's face and retreated immediately, but it was already too late. Dozens of people had seen Zhao Yuezhu and me.

The murderer was playing dirty with me.

I arrived at Qianhe Hall during the peak of lunchtime, and Qianhe Hall was located in the busiest part of Wancheng.

Qianhe Hall was a tattoo parlor, with non-transparent glass windows facing the street and a doorbell on the front door. Zhao Yuezhu had closed the door when I started fighting the human skin, so I wasn't worried about being seen.

However, that human skin smashing through the glass was a different matter altogether.

The opponent broke the glass and pretended to be a corpse in order to attract the attention of the pedestrians on the street.

Even if the pedestrians on the street couldn't remember what Zhao Yuezhu and I looked like, the surveillance cameras on the shops across from Qianhe Hall would have captured our images.

The other party wanted to use the police to arrest the two of us.

I didn't have time to think too much. Grabbing Zhao Yuezhu, I first threw her out of the room, then tossed away my backpack and quickly sent a voice transmission: "Qin Xin, throw me out!"

Qin Xin suddenly appeared behind me and slammed a palm into my back, sending me flying horizontally towards another window. I crashed through the glass, rolled several times, and landed next to the corpse.

As the person's finger twitched, I transmitted my voice using internal force: "You better not move. Now is the time for us to test our acting skills. If you move, it won't be fun anymore."

The other party slowly relaxed his hand. At this moment, Qin Xin slowly walked to the shattered window, slightly raising her pale face to look at the camera across the street.

A huge crowd had gathered outside Qianhe Hall, and everyone was recording with their phones. Some people even pointed their cameras specifically at my face.

I bit the tip of my tongue and pretended to spit blood, my lips trembling as I transmitted my voice to Qin Xin: "Drag that corpse inside, and use my knife to nail his heart. Hurry!"

Qin Xin was a Li Hun (Wrathful Spirit), able to move freely even under the blazing sun.

As soon as my message went out, Qin Xin slowly walked towards the door. Ghostly aura and murderous intent emanated from her body, combined with Qin Xin's beautiful, pale face, enough to chill anyone to the bone.

As Qin Xin approached, the person on the ground tried to get up, but I pinned his wrist down as soon as he moved.

At that moment, everyone's attention was on Qin Xin. No one noticed that the Soul-Chasing Rope on my wrist had already wrapped around the corpse's hand.

I pretended to cough up blood, whispering, "You don't want people to know about the secret art you're practicing, do you? Didn't your master teach you that warlocks' secret arts shouldn't be easily exposed?"

"If you jump up and run, you'll attract countless troubles. At that point, I won't be the only one who wants to kill you."

Although the corpse I was holding down had no expression, its skin was twitching beneath my palm. It seemed I had infuriated him.

I sent another voice transmission: "You're still too green to fight with Jianghu (Martial World) people. We can play this slowly. I'll be waiting for you."

Qin Xin walked over, grabbed one of the corpse's legs, and dragged him backwards into the inner room of Qianhe Hall.

As soon as Qin Xin left, I transmitted my voice to Zhao Yuezhu: "When someone comes later, just say that you admired me and came to Qianhe Hall to get matching couple tattoos. You were kicked out by that woman as soon as you walked in. Exaggerate a little."

Zhao Yuezhu couldn't transmit her voice, so I told her what to say. After we rehearsed our story, the police arrived, first arranging for people to take Zhao Yuezhu and me to the ambulance and then surrounding Qianhe Hall.

I wasn't worried about Qin Xin causing any problems. She was, after all, a non-existent person; the police wouldn't be able to find her.

I was worried that Zhao Yuezhu might let something slip. If there were problems on her end, all my previous arrangements would be for nothing.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuezhu was smart enough. Afraid that she couldn't handle it, she called Zhao Ci. The father and daughter coordinated naturally, leaving no room for error. Plus, Zhao Yuezhu was just a recent graduate, so she didn't arouse much suspicion.

On the contrary, I was questioned for over an hour. Just as I had finished dealing with the police, a nurse came in to change my dressing right in front of them.

After the nurse tied the tourniquet on my arm and gently swabbed my hand with an alcohol cotton ball, Sun Qing's voice rang in my ear: "You said you were waiting for me? I'm here!"

"You better not move either. The police are next to you. If you expose your secret art, the consequences will be just as severe."

The nurse was so close to me that I could slap her away with one hand, but as she said, the consequences of my actions would be to completely overturn my previous explanation. The police couldn't find Qin Xin, but it would be easy to find me.

The nurse dangled the needle for the IV drip in front of my eyes: "Are you curious about how I can peel off human skin without using a knife? I'll tell you the answer now."

"Once I stick this needle into you, you can peel off your own skin."