Unable to Die, Unable to Live

"Are you sure?"

Just then, a faint, ghostly voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Who?!"

The turtle master's eyes widened. He spun around like lightning, the aura of a late True Essence Realm cultivator surging out.

"Who's there?!"

The madam reacted even faster. The instant she turned with the turtle master, she sidestepped, ghostly qi coiling around her body and instantly turning the small courtyard as cold as an ice cellar.

Two scarlet points lit up in the depths of her eyes, black veins faintly emerging beneath her skin. Her aura was actually a notch stronger than the turtle master's, making her seem exceedingly strange.

"Ahem... don't be nervous. I just came to ask you two for something." In the corner, a young man carrying a Nine-Toothed Rake grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

The turtle master instinctively exchanged a glance with the madam. Both were somewhat startled and suspicious.

"Sir, we should... be strangers, shouldn't we?" The madam's expression was grave. This person was clearly only in the Mortal Body Realm, yet he had managed to appear behind them without a sound. It was strange.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me. As long as I know you, that's enough. I'd recognize you even if you turned to ash, hehe..." Qin He's smile widened. There was no helping it—he liked the weird ones. The stranger they were, the better the rewards after burning them.

"Your words are very unpleasant. Who exactly are you, and what do you want by breaking into my back courtyard?" The madam's face darkened slightly, her tone icy.

"Fine, I'll put it more plainly." With a clang, Qin He dropped the Nine-Toothed Rake onto the ground. "Very simple. I happened to pass by today, and I came to burn you two to death—burn