"Gone..."
Luo Yan scrutinized the surroundings again and again, confirming that he had lost the trail of the middle-aged bloodkin.
It seemed that the illusion just now possessed the ability to erase traces of existence, rendering Luo Yan's Divine Treasure useless as well.
This illusion had not been the middle-aged bloodkin's ability. In other words, besides Zheng Kangying and the middle-aged bloodkin who had met Zhao Huaian at Tai'an Teahouse today, there was a third bloodkin—or even more bloodkin—lurking out there.
Even after reaching this conclusion, Luo Yan still refused to give up. He circled the area once more, and only left after finding absolutely nothing.
The middle-aged bloodkin trail had gone cold. From here on, he could only wait until Zhao Huaian made contact with him three days later before trying to track him again.
However, breaking the other party's illusion just now might have alerted the Heavenly Ghost. Thinking of this, Luo Yan contacted Chu Hao and told them to be careful.
Deep in the Old City.
A scream rang out from within a small courtyard.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
A young man in a hospital gown rolled around on the ground. Flames roared from his forehead, making him scream without pause.
At that moment, a tall, thin figure passed by him and reached out. The flames landed in Jilan's hand.
Jilan raised his hand and slapped the flames into his mouth. After swallowing several times, green smoke poured from his lips, and the flames vanished.
"Are you all right, Ji Ping?"
Jian Hongmao moved to help the young man in the hospital gown up, but the latter swept his hand away. The young man named Ji Ping climbed to his feet, madness gleaming in his dead-fish eyes.
"That man is so strong. He actually broke my illusion."