Ling Yun carefully took out the Soul-Seeking Talisman and collected his parents' souls into it.
As for the others, he said there was nothing he could do.
Either these souls had been gone too long and were already extremely weak, likely to scatter into nothingness at the slightest disturbance.
Or there were no bodies to be found. In that case, even finding the souls would be of no use whatsoever.
"If you don't know how to handle these things, you can send them to the Demon Suppression Division," Ma Xiu suddenly said.
Ling Yun glanced at him but did not answer.
The other man certainly was not being so kind as to help these people find bodies.
So the Demon Suppression Division's purpose was obvious enough.
But that was perfectly normal. After all, there was not much difference between the powers of the Demon Suppression Division and the so-called Ghost King Hall.
In a world like this, insisting on wrangling over so-called good and evil was clearly foolish.
Even the Demon Suppression Division, which proclaimed itself righteous, was no different from a collection of ticking time bombs.
Once they exploded, the damage they caused likely would not be much less than that of the so-called evil fiends.
Naturally, he had no intention of meddling in other people's business. No matter what others did, he only needed to manage himself.
He casually handed the Soul Orb to Zhang Mu at his side and let him deal with it.
Ma Xiu shrugged at the sight, not particularly bothered by it.
Next came the wooden box.
Ling Yun casually opened it. Inside lay a blood-drenched sheet of human skin.
The bloodstains on it had not even congealed yet, as if it had just been peeled off.
A thick stench of blood drifted out,