What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Mr. Zhuo was well aware of this, which is why he made his decision tonight.

"Haven't you already checked?"

Gu Yuqiu's tone was very casual.

Mr. Zhuo said expressionlessly, "If the information I saw is true, then you would have died just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ghostly figure emerged from behind him and rushed toward Gu Yuqiu at an incredible speed.

The ghost, clad in armor, moved with remarkable speed, covering a distance of over ten meters in the blink of an eye to reach the girl.

Then, a flash of silver light disappeared in an instant.

The ghost's head separated from its body instantly, and the crimson in its eyes slowly faded, as if washed away by rain.

Gu Yuqiu remained calm as she stepped over the dissipating body of the ghost, her pace neither fast nor slow.

Mr. Zhuo seemed unsurprised and calmly said, "That's interesting, but if you can kill one, can you keep killing them indefinitely?"

After saying this, he waved his hand, and dozens of ghosts reappeared.

Compared to the overwhelming black tide that followed, this might seem rather shabby, but in fact it is not, because these dead had all embarked on the path of the extraordinary before their deaths.

Lin Mushi was quite certain that some of these creatures were even more powerful than she was.

Gu Yuqiu didn't want to answer that question and walked slowly forward.

A silver light appeared in the night, and her figure was no longer completely hidden by the darkness, but only faintly visible.

Those ghosts, with their rich combat experience and some of their former power, launched attacks in various ways, only to have their heads severed by the silver light and turn to ashes.

In the pitch-black rainy night, Gu Yuqiu's steps seemed unaffected.

Regardless of wind, rain, or anything else, she always maintained the same distance with each step, even having a pleasant feeling of strolling in the rain.

Strolling leisurely in a courtyard—that's roughly the meaning.

Lin Mushi watched this scene, her eyes reflecting the silver light emitted by the dagger as it was swung, and she was speechless.

This scene did not last long, not because Gu Yuqiu suddenly changed her mind, but because Mr. Zhuo made a change.

As the bishop of the Church of the Sleeping Spirits, he possesses not only immense strength but also exceptional adaptability to various situations.

Of course, the most crucial reason is that Gu and Qiu killed too quickly.

In less than ten seconds, only half of the dozens of ghosts remained.

The silver light that the dagger transformed into seemed to have the power to foresee the future; no matter how Mr. Zhuo commanded the ghosts to attack, they could never escape it.

He looked at Gu Yuqiu's slightly damp white fitted shirt, and after confirming that it wasn't blood, his expression gradually turned grim.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze left Gu Yuqiu, no longer pondering why the other party was so unreasonably strong yet so weak, and fell upon Lin Mushi.

The ghosts that were besieging Gu Yuqiu switched to a defensive stance, surrounding her in the center, and then several prepared to float out and attack Lin Mushi.

After doing all this, Mr. Zhuo gave Gu Yuqiu a deep look, and then took his first step since the start of the war... and turned to walk away.

Lin Mushi was a little confused and thought she had misread it.

She thought Mr. Zhuo was preparing for a final gamble, ordering the ghosts to attack her in order to divert Gu Yuqiu's attention and find an opportunity to win.

As a result, Mr. Zhuo, who clearly still had plenty of energy left and hadn't even made a move yet, turned around and left without looking back, without any thought whatsoever.

What kind of person is he?

Just then, she suddenly heard a sentence.

“I didn’t say you could leave.”

Gu Yuqiu's voice was still so lazy, without a trace of force.

Mr. Zhuo stopped and said without turning around, "If you insist on keeping me here, then she will have to die. Don't you care about your friend?"

Gu Yuqiu smiled and said, "You can give it a try."

Chapter 16: Seeking One's Own Death

The night rain was silent and not bothersome.

A cold wind swept by, completely dispelling the faint smell of blood.

As Gu Yuqiu finished speaking, the battle seemed to pause temporarily, and the arena became quiet.

Compared to the beginning, the dozen or so ghosts now looked particularly pitiful, appearing and disappearing in the night, but they did not launch another attack.

Mr. Zhuo still didn't turn around, and suddenly said, "So you mean, I won't lay a hand on your friend, and tonight's matter ends here?"

Gu Yuqiu said, "Then tomorrow you'll have someone send a letter to the Special Affairs Bureau, reporting me by name for deliberately letting you go, so that I'll be entangled in an internal investigation?"

Mr. Zhuo turned around, looked at her, and said, "This is your own idea."

That being said, that is indeed what he thought.

Someone like Gu Yuqiu, who clearly harbors a great secret, would least like to see the very thing exposed to everyone's gaze.

Although he couldn't understand how Gu Yuqiu could maintain such a low profile on a daily basis, and why he had no recollection of her at all.

Gu Yuqiu ignored her and took a step forward.

Mr. Zhuo said expressionlessly, "It seems you don't want to live anymore. Then die."

As he finished speaking, he seemed to sigh wearily and raised his hand again.

With this action, the remaining ghosts suddenly let out wailing cries, like the wailing of ghosts.

The next second, the night rain suddenly stopped in the air, the temperature began to drop rapidly, and frost appeared on the green trees along the roadside, as if winter had arrived in the blink of an eye.

This is undoubtedly Mr. Zhuo's true trump card.

Gu Yuqiu remained expressionless, raised her hand to brush away the raindrops that had frozen into thin ice in front of her, and continued walking forward.

Lin Mushi stopped looking at her back and looked at Mr. Zhuo, who was standing fifty meters away, thinking that the reinforcements should be arriving soon.

This sudden attack, from the initial stage where Mr. Zhuo used a dream to cover up reality and pull the two into the dream, to the current situation, only took a few minutes.

In terms of timing, the Special Affairs Bureau should be close to pinpointing the location of the incident, which is likely why Mr. Zhuo wanted to leave.

Just then, Mr. Zhuo took out a dagger from his pocket and walked towards Gu Yuqiu.

Just as Lin Mushi was watching this scene, thinking that the bishop had finally stopped standing by and decided to fight Gu Yuqiu head-on to determine the winner...

Suddenly, the dream trembled, and those dazzling and mesmerizing scenes reappeared.

Then, Mr. Zhuo disappeared.

However, the ghosts still existed, the attacks did not stop, and nothing seemed to be over.

But Gu Yuqiu suddenly stopped.

The sobbing continued, and the cold wind turned the raindrops into sharp blades, coming from all directions.

Gu Yuqiu seemed to see nothing at all, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she turned to look behind her.

From a distance of more than twenty meters, Lin Mushi clearly saw everything. Just as she was wondering what to do and was about to make a move, a person suddenly appeared in front of her.

Before she knew it, Mr. Zhuo appeared in front of her.

The two were so close that Lin Mushi could clearly see the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Even clearer than these things was the dagger that Mr. Zhuo was holding.

And the hint of mockery in his eyes.

Yes, from the very beginning, Mr. Zhuo never intended to kill Gu Yuqiu.

The reason was quite simple: he wasn't confident he could accomplish this before the Special Affairs Bureau arrived, so he had to find a different target.

For example, taking Lin Mushi hostage.

Even if Gu Yuqiu is unwilling to compromise, he can still have more room to maneuver with the hostage in hand, which is undoubtedly a very correct choice.

Just as Mr. Zhuo was brandishing his dagger, pondering how to proceed with the negotiations, a sigh suddenly reached his ears.

That sigh seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless chills that could freeze a person's soul the moment they heard it.

"I was hoping you would live."

Mr. Zhuo recognized the voice because he had just chatted with the speaker not long ago and discussed some unpleasant issues.

He just couldn't understand why Gu Yuqiu's voice would suddenly appear, and why it sounded so close.

Just a second ago, the other party was surrounded by ghosts and showed no signs of breaking through.

Most importantly, what does this sentence actually mean?

In the instant the dagger fell, Mr. Zhuo thought about many things, but he couldn't figure it out, and then he couldn't think any further.

The moment the words left his mouth, time seemed to stand still throughout the world.

Then, a sharp pain spread from his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he found himself seemingly flying, his field of vision suddenly rising much higher, taking in even more things.

For example, a headless corpse.

For example, a waterfall of blood flowing upstream.

For example, two girls looking at each other across a sky full of blood.

……

……

The flashing lights of police cars and the wailing of ambulances blended together with the night rain, separating the crowd that had braved the rain to watch and leaving a space between them.

A black sedan drove through the median strip and directly into the scene.

Upon seeing the license plate, the special agents present rushed over, opened the car door, and held up a large umbrella.

Then, a secretary carefully pushed the wheelchair out of the car.

Zhong Chongshan was sitting in this wheelchair.

He glanced at the scene still being cleaned up, smelled the faint scent of blood in the air, his brows furrowed, and said, "Where is he?"