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

Upon hearing the door open, the woman shuddered violently and shrank back into the corner.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Don't come any closer!!"

She clutched her head, her voice so shrill it was almost piercing.

Jiang Zhiyu stood at the door without moving.

He simply glanced at the woman slowly.

Her long hair was loose, her face was so thin that it was just skin and bones, her cheekbones were prominent, and her eyes were sunken.

His eyes were vacant and unfocused, carrying a sense of utter madness.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Jiang Zhiyu's lips.

"He deserved it."

Seventeen also quietly flew in.

The little robot looked at the woman in front of it and, unusually, fell silent for a moment.

"Host."

"This woman."

"I'm going crazy."

"We've reached a critical point."

"Um."

Jiang Zhiyu casually closed the small door, completely shutting out any noise from outside.

She slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.

The bedding on the bed was fairly clean.

It's clear that Sato Genichi didn't skimp on her food, clothing, or other necessities.

This "locking up without beating" approach is a hundred times more disgusting than physical punishment.

The person living in the bed is just an empty shell.

But the soul, worn down by daily solitude, despair, and silence, has been reduced to a thin layer.

Jiang Zhiyu's tone was very calm.

"Back when you imprisoned Xu Yunzi."

"Have you thought about today?"

The woman in the corner suddenly shuddered.

Slowly raise your head.

The cloudy eyes slowly focused under the dim light.

After realizing that the person in front of him was not Sato Genichi.

Those crazed eyes suddenly lit up.

"Did you come to save me?"

Her voice trembled.

"Please help me out of here."

"I need to find my son."

Have you seen my son?

"He resents me."

"He hates me."

"Hahaha--"

Did you know he became a monk?

She suddenly ruffled her hair.

"That old geezer."

"When he was leaving."

"They even took away our most talented grandson from the Onmyoji Bureau."

"They're all gone! Haha! They're all gone."

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her go crazy.

There was not a ripple in his eyes.

"How about you satisfy my curiosity first, and then we can discuss the next steps of the rescue?"

Jiang Zhiyu's voice was very calm.

"Genichi Sato."

"Why are you imprisoned?"

Haruko Kurokawa's laughter abruptly stopped.

half an hour.

She laughed bitterly.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Why?

"It's all because of these stinky men."

"If you can't have it, you want to destroy it."

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Haruko Kurokawa's voice lowered, carrying a resentment born of long years.

"Genichi Sato."

"then--"

"He is my fiancé."

"I abandoned him."

"At that time, the Sato family was not powerful."

"They simply don't dare to confront Fukuda and the Yin-Yang Bureau head-on."

He gritted his teeth.

"We accepted this humiliation."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"The wheel of fortune has turned."

"The Yin-Yang Bureau has collapsed."

"Instead, we should ask the Sato family to take us in."

"The first price offered by Genichi Sato."

"that is--"

Haruko Kurokawa's voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Take me there!"

"offer!"

"Festival!"

Hahahaha—!

She suddenly threw her head back and laughed wildly.

They laughed so hard they were practically tearing their hair out.

"The Onmyoji Bureau has dedicated its entire life to this!"

"As the young lady of the Onmyoji Bureau!"

"I was sacrificed too!"

"Hahaha--"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Jiang Zhiyu did not interrupt her.

I just quietly watched her smile.

She laughed until she was exhausted and shrank back into the corner, panting heavily.

Jiang Zhiyu slowly began to speak.

"He torments you every day."

"I want you to seek your own death."

"But I won't let you die."

"Yeah?"

Haruko Kurokawa's eyes were completely empty.

"You came to save me, didn't you?"

She suddenly grasped the idea again.

"I want to go out."

"I'm going to stop my son from becoming a monk."

"He is the hope of the Yin-Yang Bureau."

"He is the only hope for the Onmyoji Bureau—"

Jiang Zhiyu gave a cold laugh.

"How could he possibly be the hope of the Yin-Yang Bureau?"

Her tone was as calm as a knife.

Even you, young lady.

"They've all been abandoned by the Onmyoji Bureau."

"He's a monk."

"And why should the Yin-Yang Bureau be the hope of the Bureau of Onmyō?"

Haruko Kurokawa's eyes emptied inch by inch.

Jiang Zhiyu slowly stood up.

Raise your hand.

A wisp of extremely fine spiritual energy gently fell from her fingertips to Kurokawa Haruko's brow.

Let her stay here and continue her entanglement with Sato Genichi.

Let her body, in this ten-square-meter dark room, pay off her debts day by day.

dead.

It was far too cheap for her. How could she possibly die like this, a disservice to Master Xu Yunzi's 30 years of service?

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her hand.

Seventeen asked cautiously, "Host...aren't you going to do anything?"

"Don't move."

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and walked out of the small dark room.

"That's the cruelest thing you can do to her."

"Let's torture each other."

Jiang Zhiyu casually closed the small hidden door behind her.

Click.

A soft sound.

It was as if it had locked up the last lock on Haruko Kurokawa's body for her entire life.

Jiang Zhiyu straightened her cuffs.

"Walk."

"It's time to properly explore the Sato family estate."

Seventeen little wings immediately perked up: "Let's go shopping!"

"Such a large estate, it would be a shame not to take a look around!"

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled up slightly.

"you say."

"The Sato family will get up tomorrow morning."

"I discovered that my family is just like the Fukuda family."

"Everything that was due has been taken."

"Won't you panic?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Seventeen's wings were flapping loudly in my mind.

"Host."

"You're getting more and more mischievous."

The door to the dark room closed completely behind him.

Jiang Zhiyu's figure disappeared silently into the depths of the Sato family mansion.