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

Ren Fengjue carried Xia Ximo all the way back to the East Courtyard.

Tianqing came out when he heard the noise, and his smile instantly froze on his face.

"summer…"

Seeing that the young marquis's expression was not right, she choked up before she could even say "Miss Xia".

"Change her into a clean set of clothes."

Ren Fengjue gave an instruction and then left the room.

He stood in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, and was surprised to realize how long the night had been.

I don't know how long I stood there before the door behind me finally opened. Tian Qing stood in the doorway, her eyes red, as if she had just been crying for a while.

Ren Fengjue turned around, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go in and take another look.

All things considered, Xia Ximo has not been staying in this guest room for very long, only a little over half a month at most.

But at this moment, the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance.

It has the scents of cosmetics, hair oil, flowers, and incense.

Every scent seems to be related to her.

Ren Fengjue walked to the bedside.

Xia Ximo, who had changed into clean clothes, was lying on the bed as if she were fast asleep.

Even now, he still felt deep down that she was just asleep and would probably wake up again when the sun rose tomorrow morning.

This absurd idea filled his mind, and he himself found it incomprehensible.

I will give you an explanation as soon as possible regarding what I promised you.

"But before that, I will join forces with Master Yan to find out the ghost behind Fu Lou and avenge you."

In the silent room, naturally no one would respond to him anymore.

However, where he could not see, two ghostly spirits were floating about.

Wuyou sighed, "Young Master Ren treats you quite well..."

"If he just leaves like this, won't you feel bad about letting him go?"

Beside it, a cold gaze stared at it, and it sheepishly shut its mouth again.

Xia Ximo floated out of the room and asked Wuyou, "Do you remember the 'Yin-Yang Sha' that the Taoist priest mentioned?"

Wuyou shook her head: "I've been sleeping in the lamp for almost a hundred years, how would I know about these worldly affairs?"

Seeing that it couldn't answer, "Xia Ximo" drifted towards the South Courtyard on its own.

Wuyou saw through her intention and cried out in fright, "You're not going to ask Yan Zhengchu, are you? You're a ghost now! What ghost would willingly come to a Taoist priest's door?"

Xia Ximo didn't even turn his head back.

In the south wing room, Yan Zhengchu was also awake, tossing and turning in bed.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a red figure floated in.

Master Yan was somewhat bewildered.

Upon closer inspection, he was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped out of bed.

"you…"

The world has changed; a female ghost dares to break into his room at night?

"it's me."

The female ghost spoke, and judging from her tone, she sounded very familiar.

Yan Zhengchu asked in surprise and doubt, "You... are Xia Ximo?"

"Yes."

That indifferent tone actually matches up.

Otherwise, I really can't think of anyone who would have such courage.

only…

"Why does your ghost look different from you in real life?"

Yan Zhengchu expressed his doubts.

Moreover, a ghost that has just died probably doesn't have such a strong "yin energy".

Xia Ximo countered, "Didn't you already figure that out when we first met?"

Yan Zhengchu was still puzzled, but he also had a vague feeling that he had glimpsed a secret of heaven.

"I did indeed foresee that your fate is unusual..."

"But what does that have to do with the question I just asked?"

"Furthermore, what exactly happened to you inside the Tower of Babel...?"

Faced with a barrage of questions, Xia Ximo coldly interrupted as usual.

"There's no point in asking these questions."

She didn't have much time left in the mortal realm and didn't intend to reveal too much, only asking, "Right now, I just want to know, how much do you know about 'Yin-Yang Sha'?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengchu immediately became serious. "I don't know much. My master's notes only mentioned that fifty years ago, a ghost from the previous dynasty cultivated this evil spirit."

"At that time, Yunhe Mountain spared no effort in going down the mountain to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits."

"This catastrophe lasted for at least half a month before it slowly subsided, and many people died."

At this point, his doubts deepened: "Huh? How do you know about 'Yin Yang Sha'?"

Xia Ximo said, "I have seen the 'Yangling' you mentioned."

Yan Zhengchu was horrified: "Where?"

"Tongtian Pavilion".

So, she encountered a "Yang Spirit," and that's why...

Yan Zhengchu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Fu Lou is dangerous, and that 'Yang Ling' must be incredibly powerful! You really shouldn't have acted so stubbornly; otherwise, you wouldn't have met with this misfortune..."

"It died, and that pool of blood was formed from its body."

Yan Zhengchu wondered if he had misheard: "Dead...?"

What does that mean?

"I've never even seen it, so how did it die?"

Xia Ximo coldly uttered three words: "I killed him."

「!?」

Yan Zhengchu was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

She...she...she's really not talking nonsense?

Ignoring the shock in his eyes, Xia Ximo continued, "You said that all three are indispensable. Now that Yang Ling is dead, the Yin-Yang Fiend should be impossible to cultivate."

"However, besides that ugly thing and the one surnamed Bai, there should be even more powerful ghosts inside Fu Lou."

"With your skills alone, I'm afraid the chances of helping Ren Fengjue solve this case are slim."

Yan Zhengchu snapped out of his shock, a hint of displeasure creeping into his eyes: "Now that you're a ghost, can't you get rid of your habit of looking down on people?"

Xia Ximo narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing increasingly cold and intimidating.

"Your master called you down the mountain only to find the 'Soul-Nourishing Pearl,' not to catch ghosts."

Yan Zhengchu felt guilty after being told this, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute her.

So he asked, "So, you came to me just to persuade Ren Fengjue and me not to investigate this matter?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ximo fell silent for a moment.

One thing is certain—she doesn't want Feng Jue to avenge her.

At the very least, I don't want to see him in danger.

Thinking of this, she felt a strange unease again.

Since we're about to leave, why bother about other people's lives?

Xia Ximo replied, "It's just a warning; whether you listen or not is up to you."

After saying that, she vanished from the room in a flash.

Yan Zhengchu was about to chase after him when a sudden gust of cold wind blinded him, causing him to stumble back several steps and end up lying back on the bed.

He was startled, but his consciousness sank into a daze, and he fell into a dream in an instant.

As Xia Ximo left the South Courtyard, she was met by Ren Fengjue.

He stood on the path connecting the east and south courtyards, his hands behind his back, as if waiting for her.

Moreover, the moment she appeared, his gaze fell upon her, and he happened to be looking at her.

This is clearly not right.

How could he possibly see himself?

As Xia Ximo took a few steps closer, he felt an aura of otherworldly power wash over him.

The lamp spirit Wuyou, who was following behind her, began to feel weak in the legs.

"He is not Ren Fengjue!"

"He...he is—"

Xia Ximo naturally guessed his identity, but deliberately stopped a few steps away from him, meeting his gaze.

"The dignified Lord of the Underworld, does he intend to personally escort me back to the Netherworld?"