Luo Yan pursued him into the small building, first using the Solar Term Sword to seal off Zheng Kangying's escape route, then laying down a "Luo Net" throughout the building to cut off the exchange of aura between the inside and outside.
That way, whatever happened inside the building would most likely not be noticed by the Heavenly Fiend lurking in the Old City.
Elsewhere.
In the bedroom, Zheng Kangying saw sword light shooting after him and hurriedly rolled across the floor.
From a distance, he looked like a clump of seaweed rolling around on the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
After several sharp sounds tore through the air, several vermilion sword lights had been stuck neatly into the floor.
Zheng Kangying climbed to his feet and looked at Luo Yan. "I don't know who you are, but doing this won't do you any good."
"Stop, youngster."
"Otherwise, you'll suffer a bloody disaster."
Luo Yan said calmly, "Tell me who turned you into this, and I'll let you go."
"Let me go?"
Zheng Kangying laughed self-mockingly. "My parents died when I was young. A fortune-teller said I was born under the Heavenly Fiend fate, destined to be a lone star, to bring ruin to my parents, and to have neither wife nor children."
"My relatives and friends treated me like a ghost. No one was willing to take me in."
"I could only find work on my own. I worked as a laborer and collected recyclables, but I never lasted long at any job."
"Fortunately, I eventually found work making paper offerings at a paper effigy shop."
"When I was sixteen, I only had four hundred yuan a month. I spent ten yuan to buy myself a little cake."
"Someone else who was also sixteen received a three-story detached villa