I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

Lin Ye pondered this question all night.

The next morning.

The first batch of results came back last night from the blood and skin tissue samples brought back from the civil defense project.

Cheng Fang threw the report on the table.

"Take a look for yourself."

Lin Ye turned two pages.

"can't read."

"Then why are you translating so diligently?"

"It makes you look professional."

Cheng Fang: "..."

Qin Zhao turned the computer around next to him.

"Simply put, his health is very poor."

There are numerous tiny tears in the muscle tissue.

Several cells showed abnormal conditions.

The most troublesome thing is the residual spiritual energy.

Three completely different aura characteristics could be detected in the sample.

They are completely incompatible with each other.

Qin Zhao tapped the screen.

"In normal cultivation, spiritual energy follows its own path."

"His..."

"Like three groups of people crammed into one subway line."

Tang Zhi walked by carrying a cup of coffee.

"And everyone's rushing through the morning rush hour?"

"almost."

Lin Ye recalled the wound on the back of Han Jingchuan's hand that had split open last night.

It seems Wanling was right.

This bucket is definitely about to crack.

Cheng Fang looked at him.

"Tonight's meeting is canceled."

Lin Ye looked up.

Why?

"We already alerted them yesterday."

"Han Jingchuan knows that we can locate people by sound."

"That address tonight is most likely a trap."

"That's why we should go even more."

Cheng Fang frowned.

Lin Ye closed the report.

"The worse his health gets, the more anxious he becomes."

"The more anxious you are, the easier it is to give yourself away."

Tang Zhi leaned against the table.

"I'm standing in the woods."

Cheng Fang looked at her.

Does it matter which side you're on?

"...Continue."

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Sure enough, a message came from an unknown number.

It's not an address.

There is only one sentence.

[Tonight at 9 PM, at the old slaughterhouse in the west of the city.]

There is one more sentence below.

Mr. Lin, I hope you can keep your promise this time.

Lin Ye laughed after reading it.

Tang Zhi probed.

"What's wrong?"

"He's a usurper, yet he's quite trustworthy."

Cheng Fang didn't laugh.

Let's start setting up.

The old slaughterhouse had been abandoned for seven years.

There are three main buildings.

The underground cold storage has two floors.

The terrain is much more complex than the civil defense works last night.

It is more suitable for ambushes.

Eight forty.

Xu Mian reached a high point ahead of schedule.

The power room behind Qin Zhaoshou.

Tang Zhi's trails stretched across the two main evacuation routes.

Cheng Fang remained on the outer second line.

Lin Ye followed Han Jingchuan's instructions.

One person enters.

of course.

On the surface, he is a person.

"Take off your headphones."

Before entering, Cheng Fang suddenly said.

Lin Ye was stunned.

"Not contacting us?"

"He already saw us last night."

"Going in wearing headphones is no different from holding up a sign that says 'There are people behind you.'"

Cheng Fang handed him a vibrating alarm hidden in his shirt button.

"Something's not right, press it twice."

"clear."

"Don't chase after them."

"Know."

"Repeat."

The forest was silent.

"Don't chase after them."

Cheng Fang then released the person.

It was exactly 9 p.m.

Lin Ye walked into the old slaughterhouse.

The door was half open.

There were no lights inside.

The drainage ditches from years ago still remain on the cement ground.

There was a musty smell of rust in the air.

The breath-concealing technique is activated.

The spiritual energy emanating from Lin Ye gradually subsided.

%.

More than 20%.

We can't go any lower right now.

The spiritual hearing unfolds slowly.

wind.

mouse.

The sheet metal was blown about.

Cars on the highway in the distance.

Han Jingchuan is not included.

Lin Ye continued walking.

Upon entering the second factory building.

A sound suddenly came from the cold storage on the left.

"Linye."

He stopped in his tracks.

The sound was very soft.

I feel a bit weak.

"Over here."

The forest didn't move.

The voice called out again.

"Linye."

This time it's clearer.

The expression on his face slowly changed.

This sound.

He had heard of it.

Zhou Su.

The member of the Candlelight Society whose soul had already been consumed by Han Jingchuan.

Lin Ye turned around.

The cold storage door was ajar.

It was so dark inside that you couldn't see anything.

"save……"

"Help me..."

Zhou Su's voice came from inside.

Intermittently.

"He didn't finish it..."

"I'm still here..."

Replace it with an ordinary person.

They might actually believe it.

Lin Ye stood still, unable to suppress a laugh.

The sounds from the cold storage stopped.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Lin Ye put his hands into his pockets.

"I just feel you're not familiar with the business."

There was a few seconds of silence inside.

Zhou Su's voice rang out again.

"What do you mean?"

"Zhou Su has been dead for so long."

"He's lost his soul."

Lin Ye said slowly:

"You're telling me now that he's holed up in a cold storage room waiting for rescue?"

"At least come up with something new."

"..."

The sound fell completely silent.

next second.

Laughter suddenly came from inside the cold storage.

It was Zhou Su again.

But the tone had completely changed.

"I knew I couldn't fool you."

Lin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ling Ting continued to probe deeper.

The sound on the surface.

Very similar.

Even the voice sounds like it.

After Han Jingchuan swallowed Zhou Su, he didn't just remember his way of speaking.

It can even mimic the surface vibrations of the soul.

But something deeper is not right.

Distinguishing the soul.

No matter how a person's soul changes.

At the very bottom, there's something of your own.

Lin Ye used to call it "bottom tone".

Zhou Su's true essence has been lost.

Now, below this sound in the cold storage.

The familiar, aged tremor was still pressing down.

"Boss Han."

Lin Ye looked into the darkness.

"Stop hiding."

There was no movement inside.

"I heard you."

A few seconds later.

Snapped.

The cold storage lights came on.

Han Jingchuan sat on an old metal table.

It's about ten meters from the door.

My complexion is worse than yesterday.

The shoulder bandage was replaced.

There was also a long black box at his feet.

The Soul-type Spiritual Artifact of the Candle Shadow Society.

"Soul identification?"

Han Jingchuan asked.

Lin Ye did not answer.

Have you named it yet?

"none of your business."

Han Jingchuan smiled.

"Listen."

"Listen to the gaps."

"Broken sound".

"Broken pulse".

"Now there's another soul-identifying skill."

Lin Ye's eyes slowly turned cold.

"Zhou Su told you?"

"some."

"some?"

"The things left behind by the dead are very messy."

Han Jingchuan raised his hand and tapped his temple.

"The deepest obsession."

"Something I've been thinking about repeatedly lately."

"There are also some things I remember very well."

"As for the rest..."

He shook his head.

"It's badly broken."

Lin Ye felt a little relieved.

It's not a complete memory.

really.

If swallowing a person could completely replicate decades of life, this thing would have been impossible to fight long ago.

Han Jingchuan seemed to understand what he was thinking.

Disappointed?

"I'm quite happy."

"Um?"

"Looks like you're not that weird after all."

Han Jingchuan: "..."

Lin Ye took two steps inside.

"Didn't you want to see my body last night?"

"The people have arrived."

"See?"

Han Jingchuan narrowed his eyes.

"You're really brave."

"Because you're not doing so well right now."

Lin Ye's gaze swept over his right hand.

Between the fingers.

There is fresh blood.

"My skin cracked last night."

"It cracked again today."

"That thing that was swallowed in the ruins, hasn't it been digested yet?"

Han Jingchuan's smile faded slightly.

"Mr. Lin."

"Sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing."

"That depends on who it is."

The words fell.

A second voice suddenly rang out from inside the cold storage.

"Linye!"

It was Zhou Su again.

This time, however, the sound came from behind.

Followed by.

The third.

the fourth.

in all directions.

It was all the sounds of dead people.

There is a man.

There is a woman.

There were even some that Lin Ye had never heard of before.

The sounds of souls mingled together.

The entire cold storage room looked like it had been crammed with more than a dozen people.

Lin Ye stood still.

Close your eyes.

listen.

fake.

fake.

It's still fake.

The surface layer can be imitated.

Emotions can be imitated.

Even the soul sound can be layered.

But that thing down there.

It's all one.

old.

It was cold and damp.

It's exactly the same as the one inside Han Jingchuan's body.

Lin Ye opened his eyes.

"Save your energy."

Han Jingchuan looked at him.

"Have you found them all?"

"Um."

"How did you do that?"

"secret."

"The more you do this, the more I like your body."

Lin Ye's face darkened.

"Here we go again, huh?"

Han Jingchuan laughed out loud.

Just then.

Lin Ye suddenly raised his hand.

It's not an attack on Han Jingchuan.

Instead, he slapped the left wall with his palm.

The sound cracked!

boom!

A layer of ash suddenly exploded off the wall.

The small black jar hidden behind it cracked at the same time.

All of Zhou Su's voices.

Half of it disappeared instantly.

Han Jingchuan's smile froze.

Lin Ye had already turned to the right.

"There are two more."

Snapped!

The severed energy pulse penetrated through the wall, creating a thin line of spiritual energy.

The second sound of the soul extinguished.

The entire cold storage was completely silent.

Only Han Jingchuan remained.

Lin Ye shook his hand.

"You're imitating a dead person."

"I'm looking for your underlying tone."

"fair."

Han Jingchuan stared at him for a long time.

the first time.

There was nothing but desire in those eyes.

There was a bit more apprehension.

next second.

The alarm in Lin Ye's clothes button suddenly vibrated.

a bit.

It's a signal agreed upon by the outside world.

An anomaly was detected.

Then came the second one.

Two shots in a row.

Cheng Fang meant only one thing.

withdraw.

Lin Ye did not hesitate.

He turned and left.

Han Jingchuan spoke up from behind.

"Don't you want to know what's happening outside?"

Lin Ye didn't stop walking.

"think."

"Then why leave?"

"Because my captain told me to leave."

Han Jingchuan was stunned for a moment.

Lin Ye had already reached the door.

It paused for half a second.

Look back.

"And you went to all that trouble to keep me here."

"It's definitely more interesting outside than you are."

After saying that, he went straight out the door.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared.

at the same time.

Lin Ye just rushed out of the factory.

Then they saw a black flame rise in the distance into the night.

Tang Zhi's voice burst out from the communicator.

"Linye!"

"The people from the Candle Shadow Society have entered!"

"They didn't come to kill Han Jingchuan!"

"They brought with them the tools to capture him alive!"