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

Jiang Zhiyu has had a lot of free time these past two days.

During the day, I would wander around the streets, then return to the guesthouse for a nap in the afternoon, and at night I would find a secluded place to wait for Seventeen to deal with those strange things.

Seventeen took out the old warrior armor from his spatial storage. The blue crystal on his chest shone brightly. He first melted the iron plates one by one, and then burned the leather stitching inside to ash.

Jiang Zhiyu stomped on the masks one by one, smashing the white porcelain shards into the nearby sea.

The samurai sword was broken in two and buried on their sacred mountain.

The last thing to deal with was the row of dolls.

Seventeen had felt uncomfortable for the past few days since being brought in, but now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He flapped his wings like a fan and threw them into the fire one by one.

When the flames shot up, the few clumps of hair crackled and popped as they burned, filling the air with a burnt smell.

Jiang Zhiyu stood far away, her brows furrowed.

"Burn it clean."

"Leave it to me, host."

Only when the last wisp of ash was swept away by the wind did Jiang Zhiyu feel the evil aura in her heart dissipate.

It was already past midnight when we got back to the guesthouse.

The next day, I bought Song Yanzhou a locally hand-woven wool vest. It was dark gray and would fit perfectly under his military uniform.

Strictly speaking, she was newly married! Although they had only been apart for a few days, she was actually missing him, but she never said it.

And in the past two days, other families have been busy with their own affairs.

The entire upper echelons have been turned upside down.

In a Japanese-style room adorned with family crests, a dozen people knelt around a long table, the air tense, not daring to utter a sound even through the paper door.

The old man sitting at the head of the table raised his eyes.

"Following the sudden collapse of the Fukuda family and the Yin-Yang Bureau, the Sato family and the Koizumi family, the two families that had helped them, also collapsed overnight."

There was complete silence below.

"I don't care which side they came from, or whether they're human or ghost."

"From this day forward, no member of this clan is permitted to have any contact with these four families whatsoever."

An elder couldn't help but speak up.

"Master, the Fukuda family's accumulated wealth and resources over the years have vanished just like that. Isn't that a bit too uncanny?"

"yes."

Another elder chimed in.

"Was it done by those people from the US? We all know about the huge loss Fukuda suffered in the US before."

The old man at the head of the table gave a cold laugh.

"Country M."

"Even the US is frantic."

He extended a finger and tapped the telegram on the table.

"This telegram was just delivered from North America."

"A military warehouse in Country M suffered the same fate. Everything inside was emptied overnight."

"They're now filled with suspicion all over the world, and some are even speculating whether we were behind it."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd below.

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"You haven't forgotten what happened in San Francisco six months ago, have you?"

The old man's gaze swept around.

"We should have noticed the signs back then. The US suffered such a huge loss, yet they didn't dare publicize it, only investigating quietly internally."

"Think about it again. This time, with the Fukuda family and the Onmyōryō in trouble, and the M country's military base being emptied, with each side pointing its finger at the other, why hasn't the M country made a move?"

"If it really was the US that did it, if they had that kind of superhuman ability, would they have let those two races live? They would probably have plundered their entire lives."

"But they didn't. They just reaped the benefits in earnest."

It grew even quieter down below.

"You all know how much the Koizumi family has sent to the US since they took over Fukuda's business. Sato has also filled many of the US's financial holes."

"And then what happened?"

"Both of these companies capsized last night."

An elder wiped his face.

"Patriarch, is it... something even more powerful that's eyeing these four families?"

"I have no idea."

The old man said in a deep voice.

"All I know is that whoever gets involved is doomed."

"These four companies are like hot coals; anyone who touches them will die."

He paused for a moment, then his tone became even more somber.

"From this day forward, no one from the Fukuda, Yin-Yang Bureau, Sato, or Koizumi families is allowed to open our door, even if they kneel and weep at our gate. Especially those families with marital ties must be strictly controlled."

"They can't accept any of their conditions."

"Keep your family members in check. We will neither help them nor take advantage of their misfortune; let's just pretend these four families don't exist."

The people below all bowed their heads.

"Yes."

The same meetings have been held in almost every middle-level family in Xiao Rizi over the past two days.

As a result, these four companies became the target of public criticism across the entire island overnight.

No one dared to help, no one dared to touch it, and no one even dared to take on business that was offered to them.

Meanwhile, in the Sato family's dilapidated underground chamber...

Everything was so tragic it was unbearable to look at.

Since the night his family was wiped out, Sato Genichi has not slept a full night.

He considered selling his ancestral properties in Kyoto to tide him over, but when the news got out, even the real estate agents he had been in a good relationship with claimed they were unwell and wouldn't see any clients.

I considered borrowing some money from a distant relative, but they wouldn't even let me know.

The connections the entire family had built up over the years were completely severed overnight.

He sat in his study, staring at the increasingly grim figures in the account books, his head throbbing with pain.

There's only one place left to vent.

He kicked open the iron door to the dark room.

Haruko Kurokawa huddled in the corner, and when she saw him come in, she trembled all over.

"Stop hitting him...stop hitting him..."

Sato Genichi didn't say anything, but walked over and slapped him across the face.

It's all your fault!

"If it weren't for you back then..."

Snapped.

Another slap.

"If it weren't for the people from the Onmyoji Bureau coming to beg me..."

Snapped.

Haruko Kurokawa was no longer human; her hair was a mess like withered grass, and her face was covered in bruises.

She didn't cry, but simply raised her head and smiled at Sato Genichi.

That laugh had a hint of madness in it.

"Serves them right... They all deserve it..."

"You deserve it too..."

Sato Genichi's hand trembled slightly, but in the end, it didn't fall.

He kicked over the lamp in the corner, turned around, and slammed the door shut as he left.

The iron gate slammed shut.

Haruko Kurokawa was left alone in the dark room again.

She hugged her knees and slowly smiled again.

Laughter echoed back and forth between the four stone walls, sounding like the wailing of ghosts.

Jiang Zhiyu slept soundly until dawn.

The moment I opened my eyes, Seventeen's voice popped into my head.

"Host!"

I'm back to normal!

Jiang Zhiyu smiled.

"Can it anchor back now?"

"Yes, yes, the anchor point is still the Gobi Desert directly below Gansu Province, we can move at any time."

Jiang Zhiyu sat up and stretched.

"Then let's go."

"Let's go, let's go!"

With a flap of its seventeen tiny wings, the crystal core shone brightly with excitement.

A flash of light appeared before my eyes.

When Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes again, she was already standing on the familiar Gobi Desert, and the outline of the Qilian Mountains in the distance was clearly visible in the morning light.

She's back.