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[WARNING: High concentration of 'otherworldly' energy detected within the residence of target 'Yang Guozhong'!]

[Energy Level Determination:]

【Danger!】

The last two blood-stained characters seemed to carry some ominous magic, causing the air temperature around Shen Mo to drop suddenly.

In the courtyard, Yang Yuhuan, who was clumsily wiping the stone table, suddenly felt an indescribable chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

She looked up blankly and met Shen Mo's profile.

That face remained calm.

But those eyes, which were always as indifferent as an ancient well, were now incredibly deep. The earthenware bowl of coarse tea on the stone table in front of him was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"Click."

With a soft sound, the earthenware bowl silently turned into a pile of dust, which was scattered by the breeze.

Yang Yuhuan's heart clenched suddenly.

She had never seen such silence before.

Previously, he seemed indifferent to facing thousands of troops and those ferocious enemies.

Now, he was looking at the booklet as if facing a formidable enemy.

[Otherworldly energy...]

【Danger……】

Shen Mo's mind raced with thoughts.

His casual remark to scare the bad guys, "An enemy from outer space," actually came true?

wrong.

The so-called "demon" in Chang Le Fang is actually a reincarnator. A transmigrator similar to him, carrying a rudimentary "main god system".

But the mirror didn't even give a "warning".

However, the one in Yang Guozhong's residence is directly at the highest level of danger.

This means that the two are not even in the same league.

Or perhaps...

Yang Guozhong, this national scourge, has found a backer far more terrifying than any ordinary reincarnator!

Shen Mo slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the courtyard wall, looking towards the most luxurious mansion in Chang'an City.

It seems that tonight's "harvest" won't go so smoothly.

Yang Guozhong must die.

But how to kill them needs to be reconsidered.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.

Unhurried and steady, as firm as a mountain.

The newcomer made no attempt to conceal his aura; that aged, profound, and seemingly integrated aura simply stood openly at the doorway.

Yang Yuhuan's face turned pale, and she looked nervously at Shen Mo.

Shen Mo shifted his gaze from the booklet and looked calmly toward the courtyard gate: "Come in."

"Squeak—"

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open.

A tall figure draped in a black cloak walked in against the light.

He wasn't wearing a mask; his wrinkled, aged face was exposed to the air, and his cloudy, single eye seemed to bear the marks of three hundred years of weathering, quietly surveying everything in the courtyard.

Finally, his gaze fell on Shen Mo.

The Bad Commander, Yuan Tiangang.

He arrived two days earlier than the agreed-upon three-day deadline.

"I am Yuan Tiangang, a venerable master. I have come uninvited. Please forgive me."

His voice was hoarse, and he bowed slightly to Shen Mo.

This is a form of respect.

It's not about superiors and subordinates, but about respect between people of the same kind.

Shen Mo looked at him, his tone flat: "You've come ahead of schedule."

"Some things can't wait." Yuan Tiangang straightened up, his single eye sweeping over the black ledger on the table, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "The sword's edge is too sharp, easily injuring the wielder. I dare to suggest that you provide a scabbard for the Master's sword."

Shen Mo understood.

The real purpose of providing a scabbard is to guide the sword's direction.

He didn't reply, but just looked at Yuan Tiangang quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Dealing with this ancient monster who has lived for countless years, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

Silence is the best weapon.

As expected, when Yuan Tiangang saw that he was unmoved, a hint of approval flashed in his cloudy single eye.

He stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "Is your next target, Master, Yang Guozhong, the Right Chancellor of the current dynasty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

Shen Mo's gaze remained calm, yet it made Yuan Tiangang feel a sense of pressure, as if he had been completely seen through.

"It seems I guessed right." Yuan Tiangang gave a wry smile and continued, "This man is different from the likes of Li Linfu and Wang Weizhong. If you want to kill him, you'll probably encounter some... trouble."

"Troublesome?" Shen Mo finally spoke, uttering two words.

"Yes." Yuan Tiangang's expression turned extremely serious. "A power that does not belong to this world is protecting him."

"The wicked people call this thing 'Sui'."

"An hour ago, the thirty skilled members of the Bad Guys that I sent to investigate all went missing after approaching the Prime Minister's residence. There was no fighting, no call for help; they just vanished into thin air."

He stared intently into Shen Mo's eyes, enunciating each word clearly: "That Prime Minister's residence is no longer a dwelling for ordinary people."

"It turned into...a cannibalistic den."

Silently, his knuckles tapped lightly on the stone table.

one more time.

The rhythmic sound seemed to strike Yuan Tiangang's heart.

nest?

The mirror's "danger" rating indicates that bad people will never return.

All the clues have come together.

Yang Guozhong found an "otherworldly object" as a talisman.

"Your conditions."

Shen Mo stopped knocking and got straight to the point.

Yuan Tiangang's spirits lifted; he knew he had made the right bet.

This real person became interested in that "nest".

"Cooperation," Yuan Tiangang said in a deep voice. "The True Man acts on behalf of Heaven to punish the wicked. We, the Bad People, will clear obstacles for the True Man, provide intelligence, and handle the aftermath."

"I, the Bad People, present to you the complete list of those who deserve to die, their crimes, and their hiding places throughout Chang'an and the entire Tang Dynasty."

"The true master only needs to...draw his sword."

These words were tantamount to laying bare the dark side of the entire Tang Dynasty before Shen Mo.

He will become the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all corrupt officials.

The Bad Guys are the ones who hand over the sword.

"Can."

Shen Mo only uttered one word.

Yuan Tiangang breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his aged face.

He took a thick scroll from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is all the information about the 'evil spirit' in Yang Guozhong's mansion."

"This item is called 'The Jade of National Fortune Stealing,' and its origin is unknown. It can devour a person's fortune, desires, and fears, transforming them into its own power to construct a realm that is both real and illusory. Within this realm, it is a god."

"Yang Guozhong is the 'host' it chose."

Shen Mo took the scroll; it was icy cold to the touch.

"Thank you." Yuan Tiangang bowed again, then his figure flickered and silently disappeared into the darkness outside the door, as if he had never been there.

The courtyard returned to silence.

Shen Mo slowly unrolled the scroll.

The map above, drawn in detail with vermilion ink, depicts Yang Guozhong's residence and the various strange characteristics of the "Jade Stealing the Fate of the Nation".

Its core, hidden in a secret underground chamber of the Prime Minister's residence, is a black jade seal.

As long as the Imperial Seal remains intact, the domain will never perish.

[Note: Anyone who gets close will have their mind and spirit stolen, turning them into a soulless puppet.]

Shen Mo's gaze fell on the last line of text on the scroll.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

[Devouring the mind?]

Perfect.

He stood up, and his innate true energy, accumulated over two hundred years, slowly circulated within his body. An invisible, overwhelming pressure began to gather around him.

I'd like to see if your expertise is truly superior.

My sword is still the sharpest!