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Zi Sang Ming pulled me behind him first, then I brushed past the black shadow.

"How dare you!"

Zi Sang Ming's face was about to turn frosty. He thrust his sword in the direction of the black figure and a purplish-blue ghost flame instantly lit up in the hallway.

The temperature of the Netherworld Ghost Flame is not something that ordinary people in the mortal world can withstand. Not long after the flame started, I saw an abnormal red color appear on the metal door of the dorm next door.

In the midst of that ghastly fire, heart-wrenching howls shook the windows of the corridor, causing them to vibrate slightly.

Why does this voice seem so familiar to me? Where did I hear it from?

I took a step forward to see who it was. Coincidentally, the instant the dormitory lights came on, I looked at the person who was struggling in the fire and was stunned. "Feng Qiang!"

"Hurry and put out the fire, this is the person that sold her to my mother."

Zi Sang's face darkened, and he didn't listen to me to extinguish the flames. Instead, the ghost fire became even more vigorous, as if it was going to burn into ashes.

"Don't burn it, Zishan!" I was so anxious that I wanted to put out the fire with that basin of water, but I also knew that the netherworld's fire was useless in the mortal world! I can only wait until Sang Zi's lungs feel that they're almost burnt out before I can get Feng Qiang out.

After burning for a full five minutes, Shen Tuo gave me a call and told me that Zhao Yang didn't go on the night shift, so there shouldn't be any corpses being transported out tonight. I don't need to rush to get out, they will first guard the morgue.

It was as though he was offering charcoal in the middle of a snowstorm. He made a few "hmm" sounds, hung up the phone, and then looked at Feng Qiang. He had already been burnt beyond recognition.

"What if you burn him down?"

Although I clearly knew that Zi Sang'an was so angry that he burnt Feng Qiang to this state because he almost injured me just now, I couldn't help but feel nervous when I thought about how Feng Qiang was the only one who knew of this corpse lustful information.

Every single corpse seductress had their own method of refining. In order to find the antidote and then find the person who concocted it, there was no way Feng Qiang would have any problems.

Zishan's eyes were locked between his brows, looking coldly at me, as if he wanted to freeze me, an ungrateful person. It's just that I'm nervous now, and the fire in my head is even more vigorous.

"Hey, hey! "Feng Qiang." I slapped his face a few times and dusted his hands off. "Wake up, I'm Yan Nuo. Do you know me?"

Feng Qiang opened his eyes. As expected of the Phantom Body, it is something that can endure more torture than a human body. Since it is already like this, the first thing Feng Qiang did after jumping up was to hide at a place slightly further away from Zi Sang's peace of mind, to not let go after grabbing onto my shoulder.

How is this even the person who wanted to kill me earlier? He is clearly a coward.

I helplessly sighed and pulled Feng Qiang out from behind me. "Do you still remember who I am?"

Feng Qiang looked at me seriously. After a long while, he nodded. "Yan Nuo."

His vocal cords were badly burnt. The first sound he made was that of a cigarette and wine being drunk, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Great. You remember me." I was elated. "Do you know about my mother? You've met her before. Do you know?"

I took out a photo of my mother and showed it to Feng Qiang.

Unexpectedly, when Feng Qiang saw my mother's photo, he actually let out a scream, as if he was a child who had seen a ghost. He retreated over ten meters and didn't even dare to move in the corner.

Seeing that I had brought the photo to his side again, he actually kneeled down, "Anything you want me to do is fine, I don't want to die, I don't care what you do. Don't kill me, I beg you!"

My heart suddenly tightened. Although seeing my mother's photo made Feng Qiang have this kind of reaction, I still know who my mother is. Therefore, the fright he felt definitely did not come from my mother.

I glanced back at Zishan, indicating that I wanted to ask him somewhere quieter.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Qiang flew up from the corner and entered a door that was like a mirror that had been erected. I also followed closely behind him.

It was still that hill full of peach trees.

Last time, this place had almost been destroyed by a huge battle, but now it was back to how it was before.

However, this time, he wasn't in the mood to watch.

I fished Feng Qiang out of the peach tree pit and pressed him onto the ground. "You met my mother two days ago, right? You sold her a cosmetics. It was made from osmanthus flowers, right?"

Feng Qiang's lips were trembling. He looked at me and said, "Yan Nuo, Yan Nuo, you are Yan Nuo!"

Of course I'm Yan Nuo. Didn't you recognise me just now?

"Tell me, what did you sell my mother? Do you have the antidote for that thing?"

Feng Qiang shook his head, "What antidote? I don't know what antidote, I don't have one!"

With that, he turned around and ran.

"Ai, don't run!"

I hurried after him.

In the Underworld, the power of the beautiful bones in my body can be fully unleashed. Thus, not long after Feng Qiang ran out, I caught up to him. This time, I don't have any more patience.

I pressed Feng Qiang against the tree trunk and said, "Feng Qiang, I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, who told you to give that thing to my mother? Where is the Bone Nectar Antidote!"

Feng Qiang was actually crying, "I don't know, I really don't know! I can't say! "

He couldn't say it because he didn't know. This was obviously because he knew!

This matter concerns my mother's life, so don't blame me for using force!

With the Soul Suppressing Incantation in his hand, he pointed it at the center of Feng Qiang's brows. The object that he thought was his lifeblood instantly flew out of his brows like a lantern.

The Soul Suppressing Technique and Soul Summoning Art were similar to Duan Heng's abilities. However, these abilities were not something that the Yang World could handle. Thus, I could only go up in the Underworld.

(That's why I felt that Duan Heng was simply a bug.)

Feng Qiang's memories of the "abnormality" began a year ago and included his memories of his death.

At first, I didn't want to see this, but because Feng Qiang said something about "don't kill me," I felt that if I only searched through the memories after death, they would not be complete.

On the usual way out of school, Feng Qiang left with a person in his class. Afterwards, he turned around at the back of the school …

Eh, isn't his house in the city? Why did he turn around?

I quietly noted down my suspicions and continued to watch the two men move further away.

After passing by three alleys without street lights, a faint red light gradually appeared in front of my eyes. I instantly thought of where I was.

Red light area in the southwest district of Lan Shan City!

This place had only been mentioned by An An, and was described as a "brothel street" where "all the chickens in Lan Shan city have their nests."

It's not a good place.

Why would such an obedient student like Feng Qiang be here?

Students can't always study, and they also have to have some entertainment. Qiang-ge, let me tell you, the people here are all very strong, take a look at that, "the classmate next to Feng Qiang pointed at a woman wearing a miniskirt and an aunt's lipstick," She's the most amazing big sis on this street.

"Hey, hey, hey. Wait a moment, I, I don't want to go anymore."

Feng Qiang was terrified before the battle.

Actually, now that things have come to this point, I can confirm that my perspective is Feng Qiang's.

I really don't believe that Feng Qiang would go to that kind of place.

Who was he? He was the pride of the entire medical academy. He was a public graduate student in the United States and was famous for being honest. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought him to my house to play.

"Don't, it's already here. Let's go, let's go, at most, you won't play," Feng Qiang was still a bit hesitant, but that person still forcefully pulled him in, "It's okay, the women here are very honest. If you don't touch them, they definitely won't touch you either."

What kind of logic was this?

Feng Qiang was pulled closer to the store by his classmates. However, the moment they entered, the door behind them closed.

Feng Qiang's eyes were also deeply shocked by the scene before him.

SM props, a large projector, and a wall of LCD TV that was playing 'Forbidden' right in front of him.

Under the television were six men and two women. The eight of them were wearing all sorts of high difficulty postures.

When Feng Qiang entered, he saw a man take his hand out from a woman's body. The blood on his hand was still a bit sticky and white.

Feng Qiang cried out in alarm. The occupational disease had broken down. He opened his bag and took out a simple medical bag. He then rushed over to check on the woman's injuries.

His actions caused everyone in the room to laugh.

"Child, have you never played with a chicken before? Haha, this blood, it's just a child inside that woman's body. Let me take it out. Look!" The bloody fist was placed in front of Feng Qiang.

Feng Qiang had never felt so disgusted even when he was conducting an autopsy. The moment he saw the infant, he turned around and vomited.

When he raised his head again, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. He gazed upwards until his gaze landed on that person's face …

"Rise to the Sun!" I exclaimed.

Zi Sang An didn't know when he had arrived by my side, but when he saw this, his eyebrows creased.

Thinking about it carefully, everything from Zhao Xue to the Skinner to Manluo had to do with Sang Huo, and all of his actions had to be done recently.

However, Feng Qiang had been in trouble for a year now. That meant that Zi Sang's hand had already reached here a year ago.

No, it should have started earlier. It should have begun when the ghost flower appeared.

However, his movements seemed to have sped up recently.

"Ah — —" While I was still in a daze, Feng Qiang suddenly let out a miserable scream, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

At this moment, Feng Qiang was already tied to a wooden stake. As his gaze shifted back and forth, he could see that his hands and feet were tied with twine as thick as a finger, and a few bundles of firewood were piled beneath his feet.

The torch was in Zi Sang's hand.

"As long as you agree to my request, I'll let you go." "I think you're the only one who can do this."

Feng Qiang agreed without even thinking due to fear. "Alright, alright, alright. I promise you."

And as soon as he said that, I knew he had been caught in a burning trap.

There must be some kind of curse on Feng Qiang's body that could be used to bind him with treaties. These treaties were like 'Phantom and Foot'; they did not need to be signed. One word of agreement would suffice.

As expected, just as he finished speaking, a string of incantations surged out from between Feng Qiang's eyebrows. Zi Sang Huo reached out to catch it and said to Feng Qiang, "My request is very simple; you'll be my ghost servant, and you'll be my corpse, bones, and charms."