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The wind howled shrilly beside his ears, as if countless Vengeful Ghosts were tearing at his eardrums.

Fang Mo was tucked beneath the arms of two people, one on either side. His legs dangled in midair, swaying with their movements, looking exactly like cured meat freshly bought from the market.

Below his feet, the Divine Capital was splendid as brocade. The endless traffic turned into dazzling streaks of light, racing backward across his retinas.

"I say, you two, slow down, slow down!"

Fang Mo had a mouthful of wind forced into him, making his speech slurred.

"This is only because I have a good temper. If it were anyone else being carried around like cargo by you two, they'd definitely throw up all over you!"

At Monkey's words, he not only failed to slow down, but pushed off harder. His foot struck the roof ridge with a crisp crack, and his speed increased by several notches.

"Bear with it, Young Master Fang. You know what the boss is like. If we arrive late, all three of us will have to shed a layer of skin."

Before long, the Demon Suppression Division came into view.

Unlike its eerie appearance when they had visited late at night the previous evening, the Demon Suppression Division looked even more solemn during the day. That iron-blooded, murderous aura shot straight into the heavens, making anyone who approached feel an instinctive fear.

The two enormous Bi'an stone statues at the entrance looked lifelike beneath the sunlight, as if they might come alive at any moment and choose someone to devour.

"Land!"

Monkey barked.

The three of them drew in their forms like great birds and landed steadily in the inner courtyard of the Demon Suppression Division.

"Let's go!"

Fang Mo staggered two steps and patted the wrinkles from his clothes. He was not angry in the slightest, still wearing that cheerful, smiling expression.

"Lead the way, lead the way."

"I'm a regular here. I know the ropes."

This time, they did not go to the dungeon.

Instead, they passed through several heavily guarded courtyards and arrived before a side hall called Mirror Hall.

Although the place was called Mirror Hall, Fang Mo smelled a stench of blood even thicker than the dungeon's.

It was the lingering resentment left in the air after countless Demons had been slaughtered, refusing to disperse for ages.

"Boss, we've brought him."

Monkey and Han Niu did not follow him inside. Instead, they stood guard at the entrance like two door gods.

Fang Mo straightened his clothes and hat.

He took a deep breath.

Then he pushed open the door and entered.

The light inside the hall was somewhat dim.

No lamps had been lit around the hall. Only a few windows high above let in several shafts of light, illuminating the empty marble floor as dust danced through them.

At the very front of the hall stood a broad red sandalwood desk.

A person sat behind it.

She wore a silver-white Flying Fish Robe, outlining her tall, slender, and vigorous figure.

Her jet-black hair was bound with a Jade Slip, revealing a smooth forehead and a breathtakingly beautiful face as cold as frost.

"You're here."

Fang Mo patted the dust from his clothes and greeted her with a grin, cupping his hands.

"Commander Li."

"It's been a long time."

"Seeing you after only one day feels like three autumns have passed. Your subordinate has missed you terribly."

Li Mingyue finally raised her head.

Her cool eyes settled on Fang Mo as if she were looking at some strange creature.

"Silver-tongued."

She set down the dossier in her hand and pointed at the chair beside her.

She pointed at the chair below the dais.

"Sit."

Fang Mo did not stand on ceremony. He plopped down and casually poured himself a cup of tea.

"Why did you summon me in such a hurry, my lady? Is there some major case to crack?"

"Or perhaps..."

Fang Mo took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, and looked disgusted.

"Why is this tea still stale? Is the Demon Suppression Division really that poor?"

"Or perhaps the matter from the day before yesterday isn't over yet?"

Li Mingyue ignored his banter.

She leaned back slightly against the chair, her gaze still sharp.

"Gu Yichuan of the Punishment Department is dead."

Fang Mo set down his teacup. His expression instantly transformed into solemn grief, changing faces as quickly as a famous Sichuan opera performer.

"I know."

"Dying young despite his great talent—the heavens truly envied him!"

"When I gave my statement at Commander Lei's place this morning, I cried until my Liver and Intestines Shattered. Everyone who heard me was saddened, and everyone who saw me shed tears."

"If my lady wants to hear it, I can work up my emotions now and cry another passage for you."

The corner of Li Mingyue's mouth twitched slightly.

That boy's skin was even thicker than a city wall.

"That's enough. Stop acting."

Li Mingyue waved her hand, seemingly too lazy to look at his shameless face.

"I have no interest in knowing how Gu Yichuan died."

"That is the Punishment Department's business. It has nothing to do with our Demon Suppression Division."

"I summoned you because of something else."

She picked up a Jade Slip from the desk and tossed it to Fang Mo.

The Jade Slip traced an arc through the air and landed securely in Fang Mo's arms.

Fang Mo picked it up. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, clearly no ordinary object.

"What's this?"

"A mission."

He raised his brows and pointed at the patterns on the Jade Slip.

"My lady, we agreed that I'm a prison guard from the Heavenly Prison, not a hound of the Demon Suppression Division."

"This private job..."

Li Mingyue rose and walked before Fang Mo, looking down at him from above.

"The Divine Capital hasn't been peaceful lately."

Her voice lowered, carrying a Killing Aura.

"The batch of Blood Spirit Pills Gu Yichuan was investigating could not have been produced by a wandering martial brute like Iron Bone Liu."

"Refining these pills requires the heart blood of ninety-nine virgin boys and girls. The method is unimaginably cruel."

"There's a much bigger fish behind this."

Fang Mo's heart jolted.

As expected.

This matter was not over.

Yet his face wore an expression of fear at the trouble, and he even shrank farther into his chair.

"My lady, this is a job that could cost me my head."