There were now two paths before Ning Zhe.
One was to abandon Baizhi and run. The person controlling the Ghost wanted to kill Baizhi and the survivors of the Bishuiwan Manor incident. Ning Zhe himself was not in that person's sights. With Taiyi's ability, he could easily blend into the crowd, hide in plain sight, and vanish for good.
The other was to find a way to fight that person—ideally, to kill him and eliminate the threat once and for all. After all, that person's goal was not murder itself. What he truly wanted was Zhaoyou. If he killed every survivor of the Bishuiwan Manor incident and still failed to obtain Zhaoyou, then Ning Zhe, as someone who had been in prolonged contact with both Baizhi and Feng Yushu, would naturally become a suspicious target for his pursuit. His maternal grandfather and grandmother would be implicated as well.
The enemy was hidden while he stood exposed. Someone capable of commanding multiple Ghosts, including Te Rang, was constantly watching him like a tiger eyeing its prey. Ning Zhe would know no peace for the rest of his life.
So what he had to do next was simple...
"Either you die, or I do." From this moment on, Ning Zhe decided to engage the person hiding in the shadows in a frenzied battle to the death.
Ning Zhe was cautious yet decisive. Once he made up his mind, he would no longer hesitate. His thoughts settled, and he parted his lips slightly, silently calling out:
"Nianjun?"
The next instant, a scarlet figure appeared before him.
He Nianjun's face still had no features—no eyes, ears, or nose. Only her crimson cherry lips were lightly pursed. Her pale, bloodless hands reached into her chest and pulled out that old Almanac.
Ning Zhe lowered his