Inside the Logistics Office, Daoist Chu saw that Ren Ye had misunderstood and explained with an utterly speechless expression, "The Garrison Prefecture. Wang Anquan just hung up the lantern. After I went to the Martial Monk Supervisory Office to identify Lu Zhao, I happened to take a look at the Garrison Prefecture on my way back. There really was an extra lantern outside the Inner Hall...!"
"Hiss...!"
Ren Ye sucked in a cold breath, looking puzzled. "I was already thinking of giving up on that old bastard. Why did he suddenly hang up the lantern again? Did he... run into some unexpected trouble?"
"Could it be a trap?" Daoist Chu replied cautiously. "After talking to you, he immediately spent two days secretly making preparations, ensuring he could kill you without fail, and only then hung up the lantern?"
The Little Bad King considered that possibility carefully, then slowly shook his head. "Judging from his attitude when we spoke that day, he didn't seem like that sort of person. Forget it. I have the Otherworlder woman's corpse, so I can risk it once... I'll go see him now."
"All right. I'll keep watch for you." Daoist Chu immediately nodded.
The two acted at once. After Ren Ye summoned the Otherworlder woman's corpse, he immediately possessed it and used his earth-traveling art to leave the Logistics Office without a sound.
Early in Hai Hour, in the rear courtyard of the Garrison Prefecture.
A chill spread from the flower garden, followed by a faint rustling as something broke through the soil.
Not far away, Wang Anquan, a Fifth Grade Cultivator who had been waiting for some time, held his breath and stared fixedly at the scene behind the fence.
"Tap, tap...!"
Beneath a dark, windswept night sky, amid swaying willow branches and