Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

The night deepened.

Xia Ximo stood at the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, looking towards the southwest, where the lights were bright and the noise of people was deafening.

In contrast, the Prince Wu's residence was quite deserted.

The princess's funeral had just ended, and it was inappropriate to decorate the mansion with lanterns and decorations. Only plain couplets were changed at the gate, and plain paper lanterns were hung inside the mansion.

No wonder Zhao Wan wanted them to stay for the New Year. Under such circumstances, how could one not be moved by the scene?

Xia Ximo was about to head southwest when he heard the slow sound of horses' hooves behind him.

She turned around and saw Ren Fengjue driving a carriage towards her, and he said in a clear voice, "Liangzhou City is not like the Wu Prince's Mansion. You can't walk all the way here on foot."

He stopped in front of her.

"Miss Mo, please."

Xia Ximo said, "I'm going to find a soul; it's inconvenient to bring you along."

Ren Fengjue casually lifted the carriage curtain for her and said with a smile, "I'm just your driver. If I spot any spirits, I won't come near."

Xia Ximo hesitated for a moment, then walked up without saying anything more.

The carriage slowly traveled a short distance down the southwest street, and the faint smell of firecrackers began to waft through the air.

A group of children were playing in the street, their laughter as melodious as silver bells.

The closer you get to the street, the louder the noise from the surrounding people becomes.

The streets were adorned with dazzling lanterns, teeming with tourists, and bustling with vendors selling their wares.

At first glance, it was bustling with activity.

Ren Fengjue said, "It seems that no matter where you are, New Year's Eve is always lively."

After all, it's the last day of the old year.

Saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new always gives people a lot to look forward to.

The carriage paused briefly at the street corner, but seeing that Xia Ximo did not respond, it continued on its way.

Just then, a burst of gongs and drums sounded, growing louder as they approached, accompanied by shouts of "The Three Holy Sons have bestowed blessings!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ximo frowned slightly, and Ren Fengjue also stopped the carriage.

They both looked ahead and saw a group of people surrounding a large sedan chair carried by eight people, coming towards them.

The person in the sedan chair, dressed in a crimson-gold robe, a red cloak, and a bronze mask, sat imposingly inside.

Behind him stood a man with a black veil, still carrying a sword case on his back; he was the one who had driven the car during the day.

The eight men carrying the sedan chair also wore painted masks, but they looked rather ferocious.

If you look closely, you'll find that the facial features painted on the masks all correspond to "fierce gods".

Ren Fengjue recalled that in previous years, the Nuo dance performed at palace banquets to "drive away evil spirits and plagues" used masks of this kind.

But this person's act of having "gods carry his sedan chair" clearly indicates his intention to be above all the gods.

With the arrival of the three holy sons, the streets and alleys were instantly packed with people, just like during the day.

Ren Fengjue's carriage was stuck in the middle.

He said to Xia Ximo inside the car, "It seems we'll have to be delayed for a while."

Xia Ximo also lifted the carriage curtain and glanced at the other side.

As more and more people gathered around, the Third Prince ordered the palanquin bearers to stop.

Upon seeing this, the people below began to kneel down without prior arrangement.

The once bustling street fell silent in an instant, and the atmosphere was solemn yet eerie.

In a moment of urgency, a woman, clutching an infant in swaddling clothes, cried as she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, holding the child high and pleading with the people in the sedan chair, "Please, Holy Sons, save my child!"

The person in the sedan chair turned to look at her, then reached out and gently touched the child's forehead.

The next second, the baby started crying loudly.

The woman wept with joy and knelt on the ground, kowtowing several times.

"My child is cured! My child is cured!"

From the crowd, someone immediately exclaimed in praise: "The Three Holy Sons have been brought back from the dead; they truly are gods!"

"The presence of three holy sons in Liangzhou City is truly a blessing for our northern border!"

"The Three Holy Sons, true gods, have descended to earth! Protect my Great Qi!"

Hearing these perplexing words, Ren Fengjue was shocked and somewhat annoyed.

I had no idea that Liangzhou City was such a chaotic and corrupt place until I came here!

The shouts grew louder and louder, and then an elderly man at the back of the crowd cried out, "Please, Holy Sons, save my granddaughter! She's been possessed by an evil spirit!"

Upon hearing this, the three holy sons suddenly waved their hands, and the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

The old man led a girl who looked no more than five or six years old to come up to them.

The girl's eyes were vacant, but a strange smile that didn't belong to someone her age was playing on her lips.

It really does seem like an omen of being possessed by evil spirits.

After glancing at it, the Third Holy Son uttered two words: "Give me the whip."

Upon receiving the order, one of the sedan chair bearers immediately drew a long whip from his waist and began to lash the little girl.

Ren Fengjue's heart tightened at the sight, and he almost went up to stop them, but Xia Ximo gently pulled him back.

However, after that whip, the little girl knelt on the ground and began to swallow large amounts of black liquid…

The crowd erupted in uproar and retreated.

The three holy sons commanded, "Destroy."

Another person stepped forward, took out a pair of iron rulers from his waist, and forcefully stabbed them into the black water.

Then, a strange wisp of blue smoke emerged from it and slowly dissipated.

The little girl's eyes gradually cleared, and she threw herself into the old man's arms. "Grandpa, I'm scared..."

The old man patted her on the back, then quickly pulled her down, and together they knelt down and kowtowed to the Three Holy Sons.

"Quickly kneel down and thank the Third Holy Son! He saved your life! He is a true deity!"

The little girl glanced timidly at the Third Holy Son, as if trying to see what he looked like, then replied innocently, "Thank you, deity..."

Amidst the crowd, bursts of praise and flattery erupted once again.

At that moment, the three holy sons suddenly spread their arms and said, "Blessings."

Large swaths of gold leaf, like falling snow, were scattered upon the crowd.

Just like the scene outside Kaifu Temple during the day, the people immediately went into a frenzy and began to scramble for the loot.

At this moment, the Third Holy Son suddenly whispered something to the attendant behind him and handed him something.

The waiter nodded, then used his lightness skill to dart through the crowd and arrive directly beside Ren Fengjue's carriage.

The man nodded slightly to Ren Fengjue as a greeting, but said, "The Holy Son said that, out of respect for Princess Fenghua, he would give something to the girl in this carriage."

Upon hearing this, Ren Fengjue was also taken aback.

Xia Ximo lifted the carriage curtain and gave the man a cold glance.

The waiter then presented an item with both hands, saying, "This is what the young lady is looking for."

Xia Ximo looked on with some surprise, she could tell at a glance that there was a wisp of soul hidden inside.

If I'm not mistaken, then it should be Xiaoyun's soul.

She reached out and took it, asking, "How did he know I was looking for this?"

The attendant replied, "The three holy sons are true gods, and naturally they can foresee all things under heaven."

He also said that he would meet the girl again someday.

After saying that, he stepped back and, just as he had come, lightly swept through the crowd and returned to the back of the Three Holy Sons.

Under the bright moon, separated by the frenzied crowd, the three holy sons, surrounded by their protectors, exchanged a glance with them, their demeanor as if they truly believed themselves to be gods from the heavens above…