Xie Yiyuan was concerned that the phantom king would involve more people. The potential side effects of tomorrow’s tryst was a little scary.

  “Do you think the phantom king would set his eyes on the company’s employees?” asked Xie Yiyuan.

  Ning Shu nodded. “It’s entirely possible.”


  Since he could do things like wiping out a sect to accompany a burial, killing a handful of employees was nothing at all.

  Why wasn’t Feng Yin fr*cking afraid of karmic entanglement?

  “Maybe you guys shouldn’t tangle with him for a while. I’d like to arrange things for the company’s employees,” said Xie Yiyuan, a deep melancholy between his brows.

  A while ago, due to what happened to the female supervisor, the Xie family had compensated a sum of money to the supervisor’s family so as not to make things worse.

  As a result, the Xie father and son had a bitter taste in their mouths, so bitter that the feeling couldn’t be put into words.

  “Now’s the best time to strike. The phantom king is at his weakest, and hesitation will only make us miss the opportunity.”


  “We’re all in the same boat; the phantom king has put us on his must-kill list. No one can escape his clutches,” said Ning Shu.

  Ning Shu inspected her cloth bag one last time to double-check if there was anything wrong with the paper talismans.

  The next day at noon, when the sun was at its peak, Ning Shu, the old man, and Martial Uncle Ge went out.

  They rode Martial Uncle Ge’s car and parked in front of Song Ruoxi’s apartment.

  Martial Uncle Ge rolled down the window and looked towards the apartment, exclaiming, “The Yin energy is so thick here, and the magnetic field is also chaotic.”


  On the side, the old man was pinching his fingers and divining something.

  Ning Shu wiped the cow tears on her eyelids and said to the two old men, “I’ll go knock on the door. You guys follow.”


  Ning Shu got out of the car and went to the front door to ring the doorbell.

  The old men set up spell formations around the house.

  “Who is it?” Song Ruoxi opened the door. When she saw Ning Shu, she froze. Feng Yin said coldly from inside the house, “She’s a Daoist priest. Shut the door.”


  Song Ruoxi hastily closed the door, but Ning Shu pushed the door open and entered the room. The two old men also came in.

  Song Ruoxi saw the trio and became furious. “What do you guys mean by this?”


  “Ruoxi, come here.” Feng Yin stood in the living room, his face full of coldness. “I didn’t go looking for you, but you guys came to my door instead.”


  Song Ruoxi ran to Feng Yin’s side and looked at Ning Shu warily. “You’re a Daoist priest. You’re actually a Daoist priest?”


  Song Ruoxi’s paper-white face was filled with anger. Remembering that Ning Shu had given her a talisman before, Song Ruoxi couldn’t help but question her, “You were intentionally getting close to me?”


  Ning Shu didn’t spare Song Ruoxi any attention as she sized up Feng Yin. His soul was indeed much weaker. Before, his soul was condensed like a real person, but now, it was somewhat transparent.

  Having lost the Phantom King Core and the Ninth Abyssal Flame, Feng Yin was now easier to deal with than before.

  Ning Shu nodded towards the two old men.

  Feng Yin’s body carried a heavy black aura. He turned towards Song Ruoxi and said, “Go to the bedroom and don’t come out.”


  Song Ruoxi gripped Feng Yin tightly. “But I’m worried about you.”


  “It’s fine.” Feng Yin said, “There has yet to exist anyone in this world that can do anything to me.”


  That was a bold claim.

  Although Song Ruoxi believed Feng Yin, thinking of the blood dripping from his face before, she also vaguely understood that Feng Yin’s situation wasn’t good.

  Especially since he had given the Phantom King Core to her.

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