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

Jiang Zhiyu's back was pressed against the cold stone wall, and she was breathing slightly.

My temples are still throbbing slightly.

The feeling of weightlessness dissipates slowly, as if one's internal organs are being lifted up and gently put back into place.

She closed her eyes and calmed herself for a while before asking in a low voice:

"Seventeen, are you feeling unwell?"

The little robot's voice echoed in my mind, still carrying a hint of lingering fear:

"No host."

"It's just... the energy consumption is a bit high."

"Having traveled such a long distance, most of my core reserves have been depleted."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyelashes fluttered, and she silently noted this down in her mind.

Transmission is not without its costs.

She opened her eyes.

It was pitch black.

It smells of sandalwood, mildew, and a very faint, musty, old bloodstain.

Familiar taste.

"This is... the dungeon of the Yin-Yang Bureau."

Seventeen's voice was kept extremely low:

"That's the place where Xu Yunzi was imprisoned back then."

Jiang Zhiyu paused slightly.

This dungeon is hidden deep in the mountain, with a stone wall on one side and an iron railing on the other. Three stone steps lead up to a narrow tunnel.

No one usually comes here.

She looked up, her spiritual energy spreading out like water.

One inch, two inches, ten zhang, one hundred zhang.

It extends upwards along the tunnel, spreading across the entire hilltop of Yin-Yang Liao.

Jiang Zhiyu's brows slowly furrowed.

Where are they?

Seventeen remained silent.

"The entire mountaintop."

There were only a handful of guards.

Jiang Zhiyu paused.

"Where are the others?"

Not right.

She had seen the Yin-Yang Bureau before.

According to the efforts of those old guys in the Yin-Yang Bureau and that old bastard Fukuda, no fewer than a hundred ninjas and practitioners are kept here year-round. The shrine on the mountaintop, the scripture hall on the mountainside, and the martial arts training ground at the foot of the mountain are lit day and night.

But right now.

Her mental energy swept across the area, and she could identify fewer than ten living people.

Three sentry posts are scattered around the mountain gate, the main hall, and the back mountain.

"Walk."

Jiang Zhiyu got up and patted the stone dust off her clothes.

"Let's go out and take a look first."

Following the familiar tunnel upwards, there are three stone steps and a hidden door.

The hidden door wasn't locked either.

Pushing open a crack, the wind rushed in from outside.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

The light was somewhat grayish-white.

The Yin-Yang Bureau outside was indeed desolate.

When she came before, the whole mountain was covered with exquisitely manicured Japanese gardens, with thick moss covering both sides of the stone steps and copper lamps hanging under every section of the corridor, making a soft rustling sound when the wind blew.

And now.

The stone steps were covered with fallen leaves, the moss was dry and yellow, and several copper lamps hung crookedly on the pillars, their glass covers missing halfway, so the wind made a hollow sound when it passed through.

Jiang Zhiyu activated her mental power to its fullest extent once more.

Avoiding all the locations of living people, they thoroughly examined the Yin-Yang Bureau, inside and out, in both visible and hidden places.

The result was the same.

There were really only a few guards left.

Where did those people from the Yin-Yang Bureau go?

Seventeen spoke cautiously:

"Host... is it possible...?"

"Were they arrested by people from Country M?"

Jiang Zhiyu did not answer.

She raided a corner of an underground military base in Country M that time. If the other side traces the clues back to the source, it's possible that they could implicate Fukuda's group.

But if that's really the case.

The Fukuda family itself should not remain unaffected.

The doubts in her heart grew heavier and heavier.

"Walk."

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and went back.

"Teleport into the city and check out the outside first."

"good."

Seventeen's voice deepened, and two small wings fluttered gently in his mind.

Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes.

The light and shadow before my eyes were flattened once again.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing in a quiet alley corner on the outskirts of the city.

The sound of car horns could be heard in the distance, and fallen leaves lay scattered on the concrete ground beneath our feet.

Seventeen breathed a sigh of relief:

"Some of the energy has been replenished."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and straightened her cuffs.

The upgraded short-distance teleportation significantly reduces the burden on Seventeen.

She walked out of the alley and casually stopped a newsboy.

"Give me all the old newspapers from the past two weeks."

The newsboy paused for a moment, then stuffed a large stack of newspapers into her arms.

Jiang Zhiyu paid the bill, took the newspaper, and walked into a teahouse next door, choosing a seat by the window.

Turning through them one by one.

I started looking back about two weeks ago.

Politics, economy, sports games, film reviews, crime, weather.

It flips extremely fast.

He was also extremely serious.

Turn to the last one.

Jiang Zhiyu closed the last copy, her fingertips lightly resting on the edge of the newspaper.

There's nothing there.

Seventeen was also puzzled:

"In the past two weeks of reports, the name 'Futian' hasn't appeared at all."

"The Onmyoji Bureau wasn't mentioned even once."

Weird.

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her eyes.

Given the Fukuda family's influence in the small world, let alone any family troubles, even a rumor about an illegitimate child could make headlines.

Although the Yin-Yang Bureau is a clandestine entity, it shouldn't be completely silent!

Not a single word.

Could it be that...

Did the US really suppress this matter?

Or perhaps, throughout this entire affair, the news never even reached the gates of the Yin-Yang Bureau.

Jiang Zhiyu's brows furrowed even more.

"Host."

Seventeen lowered her voice, her tone becoming more mischievous:

It will be dark soon.

"Let's go directly to the Fukuda family's residence tonight and see for ourselves, then we'll find out."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

Right.

The Fukuda family is the root of all this.

As long as the roots remain, the secret cannot be hidden.

She put away the newspaper, got up, and paid for the tea.

We left the tea room.

The sky was gradually darkening on Xiao Ri's day.

Jiang Zhiyu took out the document she used when she entered the country last time and randomly picked an inconspicuous hotel to register.

A small Japanese-style room with a low table on a tatami mat.

She locked the door from the inside and tightened the bolt.

I took out a package of hometown dishes that I had packed earlier from my storage space.

She has never been interested in the food she eats in her daily life.

It's raw, bland, and small in portion; it looks exquisite, but it doesn't feel good in the stomach.

Jiang Zhiyu sat at the low table and slowly finished her meal.

The sky outside the window gradually changed from gray to blue, and then from blue to black.

In the distance, streetlights began to illuminate the streets.

Jiang Zhiyu cleaned up the dishes and closed her eyes to rest for a while.

I don't know how much time passed.

Seventeen suddenly popped into my mind.

"Host! Host!"

"Get up and get to work!"

"Hehehe, let's go see what's going on with the Fukuda family."

Its voice couldn't suppress the little bit of excitement it was making.

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes and glanced at it speechlessly.

"What are you so excited about?"

The little robot immediately folded its wings and put on a serious expression:

"I am merely... an auxiliary system to the host, acting out of a high sense of responsibility for the mission..."

"stop."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up:

"First, teleport to the outskirts of the Fukuda family compound."

"The location we explored last time."

"Okay!"

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then added:

"After you've gone there, don't move."

"Use your mental power to probe it."

"The Fukuda family has such a big matter; they might have planned this all along."

"Don't let yourself be caught off guard."

"This family is capable of even carrying out large-scale sacrifices."

"just in case……"

Jiang Zhiyu's tone became a few degrees heavier:

"What if they set up another large-scale sacrifice, just waiting for us to get there?"

"Better safe than sorry."

Seventeen's wings drooped down with a "thud," and she answered earnestly:

"Host received."

"Just outside."

"Not in-depth."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and closed her eyes.

The light and shadow were flattened once again.

The feeling of weightlessness came and went.

When they opened their eyes again, the two were already standing behind a very secluded corner of the wall outside the Fukuda family mansion.

She was in the same spot as when she last came here.

Jiang Zhiyu stood still against the wall, not moving at first.

His spiritual power spread out like a net, covering the entire Futian Mansion inch by inch.

main entrance.

The outer courtyard.

Inner courtyard.

Festival hall.

The back mountain.

We went through each place one by one.

Gradually, the wrinkles between her brows loosened a little, then another wrinkle appeared.

"Everyone is still here."

Jiang Zhiyu murmured:

"The Fukuda family."

"It's been somewhat sluggish."

"It didn't come to the point of family annihilation that I imagined."

Seventeen also lowered his voice:

"I haven't detected any ninja activity yet."

"The defenses are significantly weaker than last time."

A genuine hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

Last time she came, she basically turned half of the Fukuda family upside down.

Logically, such a severe blow would take any family three to five years to recover from.

But the Fukuda family right now.

I was injured at the time.

But it didn't collapse.

The original layout is still there, it just feels like there are fewer people.

The main artery is still intact.

They were simply forced into silence.

"Seiichi Fukuda..."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly, but her eyes turned cold:

"Looks like he's got some skills after all."

"It was truly remarkable that we survived that family catastrophe."

"We'll go in and find out exactly how you survived."

Seventeen gave a soft "hmm," and then couldn't help but blurt out:

"But host..."

"If the Fukuda family is alright..."

"Where have all the people from the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) gone?"

"The two families have always been closely linked."

"If only the Futian area hadn't collapsed."

"How could the entire Yin-Yang Bureau, such a large mountain, have vanished overnight?"