Jia Zhen heard Ye Yang's footsteps approaching and stomped his foot, "Don't come over! Her true form went up there. You can't catch her. Leave now!"

The woman in the black dress sneered coldly, "Jia Zhen thinks too highly of him. Anyone who gets within three meters of me can't escape my grasp."

Jia Zhen tightly gripped his violin with his left hand, rested the top of the instrument on his shoulder, extended his right hand, hooked the last string with his bloody fingers, and suddenly yanked it outwards.

The string immediately snapped into two pieces in his hand, and the two fingers Jia Zhen used to hook the string also broke on the spot.

The moment Jia Zhen's severed fingers flew into the sky, invisible sound waves slashed horizontally towards his opponent like sharp blades.

The woman in the black dress turned gracefully and stood next to Ye Yang, grabbing Ye Yang's shoulder with one hand and pushing him forward.

But at that moment, Ye Yang grabbed the other's wrist with a backhand, lifted it upwards sharply, and blocked himself with the other party.

"You..." The woman in the black dress didn't even have time to cry out in alarm before she was torn in two at the waist by the sound waves.

Ye Yang lifted the other party's half-body and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

The woman in the black dress, now only half a person, revealed a cold smile to Ye Yang.

The woman in the black dress laughed a few times, but only saw Ye Yang looking at her with a cold, expressionless gaze, and suddenly panicked, "How... how aren't you moving with me? Are you from the Yin Division..."

Before the woman in the black dress could finish speaking, Ye Yang's true qi erupted in his hand, instantly shattering her into pieces.

At this moment, Jia Zhen slowly raised his head, "Are you really from the Yin Division?"

Ye Yang half-squatted in front of him, "I don't know either. I've forgotten a lot of things."

Jia Zhen raised his hand and slowly approached Ye Yang. His fingers stopped when they were about to touch Ye Yang's brow, "That's right. You and I are from the same place."

"My secret order is to track down the Seventy-Two Jing. But my superior is dead. I can't find anyone else, so I can only wait here."

"The Seventy-Two Jing have changed. They are no longer the original mischievous ghosts. It's more appropriate to call them evil gods. The Seventy-Two Jing have fought with warlocks for thousands of years. Warlocks are no different from ordinary people in their presence."

"Ten years ago, I lost a pair of eyes to suppress Xingzha Po. Ten years later, I risked my life but could only suppress her divided spirit."

"I speculate that the Seventy-Two Jing are not only mixed among the living, but have also changed their names. If you want to kill them, you must first find their true forms. Remember, remember..."

Ye Yang raised his hand and placed it on the other party's pulse gate, "What happened to Xie Sanbao?"

Jia Zhen said, "I suspect that Xie Sanbao released the Seventy-Two Evil Gods back then. Over the years, I have been trying to get the truth from Xie Sanbao, but I have never succeeded."

"Be careful of the evil gods, and be careful of Xie Sanbao!"

Before Jia Zhen could finish speaking, his head tilted and he lost his breath.

Just as Ye Yang was about to get up, he heard a sound of footsteps behind him.

Feng Ruoxing is back?

No! Those footsteps belong to Feng Ruoxing, but she shouldn't be approaching Ye Yang so slowly.

In the martial world, approaching someone from behind like this only has one possibility: to kill.

Just as Ye Yang's body tensed up, the sound of footsteps stopped about two meters away from him.

Ye Yang also looked up at the sunglasses on Jia Zhen's corpse.

Reflected in the lenses was another face—the woman in the black dress who had just been killed by Ye Yang.

As the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly in the lens, she opened her mouth and said, "I'm here to see who you are. I've remembered you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jia Zhen's sunglasses shattered into pieces. Ye Yang only turned his head slightly out of instinct, and the woman standing behind her disappeared without a trace.

The real Feng Ruoxing ran down from the underground passage, "Ye Yang, that woman upstairs ran away."

Ye Yang took a deep breath and said, "Did you see that woman?"

Feng Ruoxing said, "When I went up, I saw that woman standing in the middle of the road, with her foot on a manhole cover."

"When I wanted to go over, the traffic lights at the intersection suddenly changed, and I was blocked on the side of the road by cars. I watched helplessly as that woman grabbed a passerby's hand and stuffed him into the sewer. By the time I got there, both of them were gone. I had no choice but to come down and find you."

Could a few cars stop Feng Ruoxing?

That depends on the location. If it was in the wild, Feng Ruoxing could leap over the car and land next to the target with a single bound. However, she couldn't do that on a busy road.

If people saw her using qinggong (light body skill), not only would she not be able to save anyone, but she would only be surrounded and watched.

The woman in the black dress had seen this point and killed someone right under Feng Ruoxing's nose.

"Go find Ben Gou first! Have Zhao Ci pull up the surveillance footage from this section of the road. I want to take a look." At that time, Ye Yang wanted to contact me, but he also found that all the ways to contact me had failed.

He could only try his best to rush towards me.

Ye Yang didn't know that at that time, I was still talking to Wen Yile. The people who were really in trouble were not me, but Lin Zhao and Xie Yueling.

Lin Zhao took out a spirit talisman with the following written on it: "Group: 190, 139, 142"