Oh~!
"Interesting. After investigating so much, there isn't even the slightest trace left?"
Bai Hui's eyes gradually lit up, and a look of intense interest appeared on his bored face.
Without waiting for Wang Can to speak, he directly stretched out a hand. As a strange ripple of mana spread out, countless tracks appeared on the streets, which had already grown sparse with pedestrians as dusk fell.
These tracks were peculiar—countless white lines.
They were the trails of souls, a method of White Bone Mountain.
This sect cultivated by devouring the bones and souls of others. It was exceedingly secretive, a great and vicious demonic sect.
Before long, Bai Hui's eyes lit up as he reached out and seized one line from among the many white threads.
At his action, Wang Can's eyes could not help but brighten as well.
This line was one of the very few that extended all the way to the corner leading toward the black market, only to abruptly break off the moment it entered the turn.
Clearly, this was most likely the lingering remnant of his younger brother's spirit from before his death.
Though the young man before him was only doing this to amuse himself, Wang Can truly did not care much if he managed to find the person who had killed his brother. As long as his brother's murderer paid the price, that was enough.
With a slight curl of his index finger, Bai Hui drew in the entire line.
After sensing the residual fluctuations within the white line, a look of considerable surprise emerged in Bai Hui's previously interested gaze.
This was... the scent of being scorched?
One had to know that souls differed from flesh. Even if someone were burned alive by fire, their soul would not actually retain any