With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu no longer hesitated.

A wisp of poison-based supernatural power transformed into a colorless and odorless mist, silently seeping into the dungeon from around the corner.

The four people's bodies went limp almost simultaneously.

The dungeon fell silent, save for the soft clatter of the chains as they slid down.

Jiang Zhiyu walked out from around the corner.

The dim light from the oil lamp on the stone wall illuminated the four people lying on the ground. She looked around.

A woman in her forties or fifties, well-maintained, with tear stains still on her face. Even in her unconscious state, the sorrow on her face was undeniable. A three-year-old child, exquisitely beautiful, slept soundly, completely unguarded. A man in his late twenties, with sharp profiles and prominent brow bones.

She looked at the man's eyebrows and eyes, then glanced at Xu Yunzi leaning against the wall. They were indeed alike. The eyebrows and eyes were similar, the facial contours were similar, even the drooping eyelids were exactly the same.

There was a sense of melancholy. Xu Yunzi was quite unlucky to have encountered such a crazy woman. He was imprisoned for thirty years, had a son and a grandson, and in those thirty years, she couldn't get a single word out of him.

She crouched down, took out a cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage, lifted Xu Yunzi's neck, and carefully poured it down his throat. The warm water flowed outwards from his body. Xu Yunzi's withered body trembled slightly, and his eyelids twitched.

After a short while, he slowly opened his eyes.

His cloudy gaze lingered for a long time before finally settling on Jiang Zhiyu in front of him.

"You've arrived."

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Do you know who I am? Or do you know someone will come?"

Xu Yunzi's voice was low and hoarse: "I only know that someone will come. I don't know who it will be."

He paused, his chest heaving as if recalling something from a very distant past: "From the moment I was locked up here, I knew... I still had a glimmer of hope. It's just that hope has been slow to arrive."

"Until a year ago," his gaze flickered slightly, "I finally saw hope, but..."

He paused. His Adam's apple bobbed once, and his voice suddenly became very soft:

"But I didn't want to live anymore a long time ago. I've held on until now only to verify this, so now... just kill me!"

Jiang Zhiyu did not move.

A hint of pleading flickered in Xu Yunzi's cloudy eyes: "I'm already in a daze... I'm not sure if, after listening to these endless refrains for so many years... when I'm in a state of confusion, I might reveal something."

The "reveal" he mentioned must be a form of inheritance! Thirty years of imprisonment, thirty years of interrogation—when he was lucid, he stubbornly refused to speak, but what if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown? What if he was talking in his sleep? He himself wasn't sure.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him and only said one sentence:

"Zhuge Yunhe sent me. He's been waiting for you there for thirty years. You have no right to make decisions for him."

Xu Yunzi froze.

Thirty years. In this dark and gloomy place, he had almost forgotten that someone was waiting for him.

Jiang Zhiyu took out the jade pendant engraved with the character "Xu" from her bosom and handed it to him.

Xu Yunzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He struggled to stand up, the chains binding him rattling, tearing open old wounds on his wrists and drawing dark red blood. But he didn't care—he stared at the jade pendant, his eyes shining with an unprecedented light.

Jiang Zhiyu untied his chains and placed the jade pendant in his palm.

He was utterly exhausted, barely able to hold anything. Yet, he still managed to cradle the jade pendant in his palm, leaning against the stone wall behind him, muttering to himself, "Thirty years... to see it again. It wasn't in vain that I waited thirty years."

As he spoke, he kept stroking the patterns on the jade pendant, as if he were holding a rare treasure. His fingertips traced the character "虚" (xu, meaning illusion) over and over again, as if trying to confirm through touch that it wasn't a hallucination. Then he carefully tucked the jade pendant into his body, placing it against his heart.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and tossed him a bundle: "Change your clothes first."

Xu Yunzi took the bundle without hesitation. Jiang Zhiyu turned her back.

The rustling sounds of changing clothes were exceptionally clear in the quiet dungeon. After a while, the sounds stopped.

"alright."

Jiang Zhiyu turned around. Xu Yunzi, now dressed in clean clothes, no longer looked like he had crawled out of a grave, but he was still frighteningly thin, with prominent cheekbones, sunken eyes, and a swaying gait.

Xu Yunzi's gaze fell on the three people lying on the ground, his tone calm:

"Don't kill that woman's son. He never had the freedom to choose his own birth. But he's already been assimilated by the Yin-Yang Bureau."

"Take that child away!"

Jiang Zhiyu noticed that he didn't mention that woman.

"And her?" she asked.

Xu Yunzi's lips trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a few seconds.

"Whatever. You decide how to handle it."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and then said, "If we leave them here and take the grandson, they can just have another one."

She paused, then said, "My solution—have your son sterilized. As for this woman, just erase her memory of tonight."

Xu Yunzi looked up at her in shock.

"Can it erase memories?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Xu Yunzi breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes briefly: "We'll do as you say."

-

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, walked to Kurokawa Haruko, and squatted down. He precisely probed Haruko's sea of ​​consciousness with his mental energy, finding all her memories from the moment she stepped into this place tonight.

Erase everything.

Replace with another paragraph: She brought Hengyi and Xiangtai to the dungeon to see Xuyunzi. Xuyunzi remained silent as always. She stayed for a while and then left. The three of them went back to their rooms to sleep.

She gave Haruko a little more hallucinogenic drug to make sure no one would suspect anything.

As for how Shota died or how Xuyunzi died, that's not something she needs to worry about.

The people of the Yin-Yang Bureau glean secrets from heaven through sacrifices, and they will arrive at their own explanation. And that explanation will always point to supernatural forces, not to the Chinese nation.

Next up is Koichi Kurokawa.

The same process—erase the memory of her appearance tonight and replace it with the memory of going back to bed after a normal visit.

They did something underhanded to render him infertile.

Painless and scarless.

After doing all this, Jiang Zhiyu stood up and returned to Xu Yunzi.

Xu Yunzi looked at her and suddenly asked, "You're not planning to make any changes to the Yin-Yang Bureau?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

There was a hint of surprise in Xu Yunzi's tone: "They calculated that they couldn't escape this calamity, yet you didn't intend to make things difficult for them? Then what... is their calamity?"

Jiang Zhiyu stretched her slightly sore shoulders and said casually, "Then I don't know. I only listen to Zhuge Yunhe; coming to rescue you is enough. The Fukuda family was the one causing the damage, and I've already dealt with them. Aren't you good at divination?"

She glanced at Xu Yunzi again: "Tell me about this Yin-Yang Bureau. Has it done anything immoral or heinous?"

Xu Yunzi paused, his voice lowering, "I'm already exhausted! I have no energy left to concern myself with such trivial matters. As for the Yin-Yang Bureau, they require sacrifices for every ritual they perform, and even members of the clan sometimes aren't exempt. Let alone outsiders."

Jiang Zhiyu understood.

"If Shota and I disappear tonight, and you make a move, they'll connect it to the situation back home," Xu Yunzi voiced her concerns.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "I'm not afraid, but I can't implicate my family. Let's go. We can deal with it another time."

After saying that, she waved her hand in front of Xu Yunzi.

With his body so weak, Xu Yunzi couldn't withstand the effects of the medicine. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Jiang Zhiyu put Xu Yunzi into her spatial storage, then bent down and picked up the sleeping Xiangtai, putting him in as well.

Then she put one hand on Haruko Kurokawa's shoulder and teleported.

Haruko's body appeared on the tatami mat in her own inner room, sleeping naturally, and she felt absolutely nothing was amiss.

It was another teleportation.

Kurokawa Koichi appeared in his courtyard, and Jiang Zhiyu placed him on the side-lying tatami, covering him with a thin blanket. Perfect!

Everything is in order.

They left the Beichen Yin-Yang Bureau directly.

The dungeon was empty. Iron chains hung on the ground, their latches open, and the oil lamp on the stone wall still flickered.

It was as if no one had ever been here.