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

Lu Chenzhou was still cursing when he was lifted into the ambulance.

"Go easy, damn it... I almost got dragged out of the room, not because my back is broken."

The medical staff ignored him.

Tang Zhi stood by the car door, suppressing a laugh.

"You weren't like this just now."

"What happened just now?"

"His face was as white as a ghost."

"That's the light from within the formation."

"oh."

Tang Zhi nodded.

"So your legs were weak because of the light?"

Lu Chenzhou's face darkened.

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Lin Ye walked past from the side.

"Don't agitate the patient."

Lu Chenzhou looked up.

"You get out too."

Lin Ye stopped smiling only after watching the ambulance drive away.

That scene is still stuck in my head.

The soul was pulled out little by little.

Han Jingchuan's aged, soulful voice softened.

A soul connection was established between the two.

The Soul-Suppressing Bell vibrated.

Cut into the severed vein.

The connection has failed.

One link leads to another.

In the past, he only knew how to use many things.

Now it seems like we've finally put everything together for the first time.

Cheng Fang came from behind.

"What are you spacing out for?"

"I want something."

"Missing Han Jingchuan?"

"How do you want to kill him?"

Cheng Fang glanced at him.

"You can think about that more."

On the way back to the Seventh Division, Lin Ye didn't say much.

The microcosmic orbit is constantly rotating.

With his eyes closed, he went through the recent battles from beginning to end.

The earliest.

He fights almost entirely by relying on his hearing.

I heard something unusual.

Find a location.

Take cover in advance.

If you encounter something you really can't beat, rely on others to take your place.

Later, they had a chance to talk.

He began to be able to seize the openings when his abilities were activated.

There was a broken sound.

This was the first time he had truly inflicted damage on his own.

after that.

The pulse is broken.

Swimming in nine steps.

Keep the gods.

Hidden breath.

The sound echoed.

Distinguishing the soul.

There are more and more things.

He hadn't thought anything of it before.

It's simply a matter of learning one thing and using it.

But tonight, when Han Jingchuan possessed Lu Chenzhou, he suddenly realized that these things should never have been separated.

They could have been connected anyway.

Early the next morning.

Training Course.

As soon as Lin Ye went in, Cheng Fang threw him a pair of protective gear.

"Put them on."

"Will you practice with me?"

"I'm busy."

Lin Yegang breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Fang pointed to the side.

"Qin Zhao will stay with you."

Lin Ye remained silent for two seconds.

Qin Zhao had already walked over, stretching his wrists.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'll try my best not to slap anyone in the face."

"...What you said is even more frightening."

Round 1.

No skill required.

Qin Zhao thrust his straight punch in.

The Concealing Breath Technique suppresses the leakage of spiritual energy.

Until the fist gets close enough to engage.

Suddenly, his feet moved.

Swimming.

The center of gravity shifted.

The person cut past Qin Zhao from the left.

Qin Zhao turned his elbow.

Lin Ye could already hear the spiritual energy rising.

Listen closely.

That moment was very brief.

But now he's becoming more and more adept at this kind of shortness.

The finger fell.

The pulse is broken.

Snapped.

The spiritual energy in Qin Zhao's arm suddenly stopped.

Pull your elbow back and stop.

Lin Ye naturally moved closer.

Her palm was already pressing against his ribs.

No, I didn't.

He only said two words.

"Broken sound".

Qin Zhao looked down.

"OK."

He took two steps back.

"Again."

second round.

This time, Qin Zhao used the Ember Fire directly.

A wisp of dark red spark flicked from between his fingers.

Lin Ye heard the faint sound of flames gathering beforehand and dodged to the side.

Mars just missed us.

The next dish followed immediately.

This time, they won't let you get close.

Lin Ye was not in a hurry.

They tracked down and captured the lingering traces of spiritual energy left by the previous embers.

Determine Qin Zhao's position changes.

Hidden breath.

Compressed air.

Go around to the side.

Qin Zhao suddenly laughed.

"You want to steal me?"

"Um."

"Then why are you answering?"

"polite."

next second.

Linye suddenly accelerated.

He swam two steps and changed direction.

The first step was to trick Qin Zhao into raising his hand.

The second step is to cut into the right side.

Listen closely.

The pulse is broken.

Palms pressed against chest.

It stopped again.

"Broken sound".

Qin Zhao clicked his tongue.

"Try again, I'll go faster."

An hour later.

Lin Ye sat on the ground, panting.

My clothes are soaked.

Qin Zhao wasn't much better off.

Tang Zhi bought two bottles of water.

Throw it to them.

"Is this training for you two?"

"Um."

"I thought it was a fight over money."

Lin Ye unscrewed the bottle cap.

"The effect is good."

Tang Zhi squatted down.

"Your fighting style has changed a bit lately."

"What has changed?"

"I used to hide when I heard it."

She thought about it.

"How should I put it now..."

"You're shameless."

Lin Ye: "?"

Qin Zhao nodded.

"really."

"Can't you speak like normal people?"

Tang Zhi gestured.

"It means you're not going to confront people head-on right now."

"You hide first."

"Listen again."

"You take advantage of the opportunity when someone else raises their hand."

"Going inside isn't enough."

"We need to kill him first, then give him a good beating."

She laughed as she spoke.

"That's really despicable."

Lin Ye didn't scold.

Instead, he lowered his head and thought for a few seconds.

Tibetan.

Find.

stick.

Break.

kill.

That's how it is.

in the afternoon.

He took this set of things to Wanling.

Wanling's first reaction upon hearing this was:

"so?"

"So I'm going to tidy things up."

"tidy?"

"Don't use random tricks in the future."

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair.

"Hidden breath is used to approach."

"Follow the sound to find the person."

"Listen for the gap to find the starting position."

"Swimming close."

"Severing the pulse and cutting off the energy pathway."

"The sound broke off at the end."

"If you encounter a spirit, use Guardian Spirit to protect it."

"The Soul Identifier is responsible for finding the real one."

Wanling remained silent for a long time.

Lin Ye watched it.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"So you're finally not like a ragpicker anymore."

"..."

Lin Ye endured it.

Wanling continued:

"If I teach you one skill, you'll learn it."

"It will happen."

"But disperse."

"If you really run into someone stronger than you, and they don't give you a chance to make a move, all your skills will just be a bunch of broken knives."

"Things are different now."

"And now?"

"It's all connected."

Wanling's tone was unusually serious.

"Hiding breath is not for the purpose of hiding."

"It's so that others will discover you later."

"Swimming isn't about running in a fancy way."

"It's to get you to a location where the severed pulse can reach."

"Severing a pulse is not for showing off that you can sever a person's spiritual energy."

"It's for opening the door to the broken sound."

Lin Ye listened.

This is exactly what he expected.

But the sentence following "All Spirits" is more direct.

"From now on, stop thinking about what you can do."

"First, think about who you want to kill."

"Let's decide how to proceed with this plan."

Lin Ye nodded.

"Understood."

"besides."

"Um?"

"Don't overthink the order."

Wanling sneered.

"If it's a real fight, nobody's going to stand there and wait for you to count to four."

"Use whatever you can first."

"If the tracking device is useless, just throw it away."

"If you can kill someone with a single, deafening blow, don't necessarily have to sever their pulse first."

"A clever trick."

"It's not about memorizing formulas."

That's useful.

Lin Ye noted it down.

Suddenly Wanling asked:

"Does this set of items have a name?"

"have."

It was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"Have you already picked it up?"

"Um."

"What's your name?"

Lin Ye looked at it.

"The Killing Technique of All Sounds"

The room became quiet.

Wanling remained silent.

Lin Ye waited a few seconds.

"How is it?"

Wanling remained silent.

"Why don't you give your opinion?"

"Linye."

"Um?"

"Could you please not call out names when you fight in the future?"

Lin Ye's face darkened.

"Is it tacky?"

"It can't be called rustic either."

Wanling considered it carefully.

"Is that kind of thing popular now...?"

"Chuunibyou?"

"right."

"roll."

Wanling finally burst out laughing.

"But the name is as rustic as it may seem."

"The approach is correct."

Lin Ye had just reached the door.

I paused for a moment.

This was the first time Wanling had publicly acknowledged something he had figured out himself.

"Really?"

"nonsense."

Wanling said lazily:

"I can teach you the techniques."

"I can teach you the technique."

"But how you fight it out is ultimately up to you."

"If you follow my path for the rest of your life, you'll at best become the second me."

"Go your own way..."

It paused for a moment.

"Maybe one day he might actually be a bit better than me."

Lin Ye turned back.

"I recorded what you said."

"Come back and delete it!"

The forest is already closed.

night.

He had just returned to the second group's office.

Tang Zhi slapped a newly delivered scanned copy onto the table.

"Something has been cleared out from the ruins."

Lin Ye lowered his head.

It is a broken stone tablet.

Only half of it remains.

Most of the characters on it are worn away.

The technical team managed to piece together a few recognizable sections.

[...foreign cultivators...]

[...Food Vessel Spirit...]

[...a soul possessing another...]

Next, continue.

Only one incomplete character remains.

The left side is broken.

You can still see some ancient-style strokes on the right side.

Lu Zhixia marked it as a conjecture.

【mysterious?】

Lin Ye stared at that word.

The initial sense of relief slowly dissipated.

Records in the ruins.

It was clearly many years older than Han Jingchuan's body.

But what's written on it...

Food Vessel Spirit.

To entrust one's soul to another.

All of them are correct.

Tang Zhi crossed her arms.

"Team Leader Cheng has already had the original monument sealed off."

"Lu Zhixia said that this doesn't seem like a cultivation technique."

Lin Ye looked up.

"What does that look like?"

"A Record of Disasters"

"What do you mean?"

Tang Zhi looked at the few lines of fragmented text.

"It means..."

"Someone has encountered this kind of thing before."

"And I've suffered a great loss."