In the ensuing conversation, Zhou Ling remained very calm and recounted to Si Yan what she had seen, including the tragic murder of Su Hen.
" Su Hen was able to participate in the association's selection, so he must have some strength to back him up. If he is like this, then what about the ordinary people around Lin Yu?"
Whether Lin Yu would target ordinary people remains uncertain.
Just as the two finished talking, a colleague from the association reported that Qian Sen had been brought over, along with some bad news.
" Qian Sen... when we found him, he had locked himself in the closet and... he had also killed a neighbor."
This is a major taboo for the association's members, and even if Qian Sen recovers in the future, he will still have to face trial.
Si Yan frowned and gestured for Qian Sen to wait in the interrogation room.
"I will investigate Lin Yu. Until the results are in, you will be absolutely safe as long as you stay in the association."
Zhou Ling nodded, "Thank you."
She relaxed and leaned back, then suddenly asked a question.
" Jiang Nuo doesn't know your identity, why don't you tell him?"
When Zhou Ling came in, she overheard her future new colleagues chatting in the office, roughly about when Jiang Nuo would be allowed to join.
"If Jiang Nuo knew you were the young master of the association, he would definitely have agreed to let you in."
Si Yan simply replied, "It's not time yet."
He got up, left the room, and rushed off to the interrogation room.
Qian Sen's condition was much worse than when he was with the Bone Witch Tribe.
It could even be described as... not resembling a human being.
Although he used to look ordinary, he could be considered decent-looking. But when Si Yan walked in, he saw a man with a full head of white hair, wrinkled face, and a body that miraculously belonged to a young man.
It looks so incongruous, like a strong, healthy man with a droopy, old head on his face.
Qian Sen was bound by special ropes by his former colleagues and was unable to sit back in his chair.
This chair is used to interrogate those who use superhuman abilities to commit all sorts of evil and wicked deeds.
Qian Sen had been sitting opposite him, in charge of the interrogation.
Beside him stood Wang Ping, looking helpless and reluctant, his gaze towards Qian Sen quite complex.
Si Yan sat down opposite him, took off his gloves, his handsome features were tinged with a hint of annoyance, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
"You killed your neighbor last night."
Qian Sen could not lift his head, his cloudy eyes trembling wildly in their sockets, as if he was desperately trying to see the person in front of him. His fingers were strangely twisted and stiff.
"It smells... it smells so good."
Qian Sen chuckled to himself for a while, then suddenly seemed to snap out of it, and tears streamed down his face without warning, hidden in the lines of his cheeks.
"Ugh... Waaah..."
With a pained expression, he used his remaining sanity to seek help from Si Yan and his former colleagues.
"I don't know... Help me... Help... Hehehe!"
His expression suddenly changed again, his eyes rolled back, and Qian Sen kept stabbing in the chair, becoming even more agitated as he was bound by the ropes.
"Go and get Pu Sang," Si Yan said quickly, her fingers lightly tapping the table, a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Power swirling around Qian Sen.
This state is unsuitable for interrogation; Qian Sen seems to be possessed by something, and we must apprehend him first.
Qian Sen struggled for a moment, then suddenly calmed down, sat upright in the chair, and stared intently at Si Yan.
"The One with Many Souls."
Si Yan paused, raising her eyes to look at him.
Even knowing that the person speaking to him at this moment is not Qian Sen himself.
Who is the multi-souled one?
"You..."
Qian Sen tilted his head and laughed, drool mixed with black blood gushing from his throat, soaking his body and the floor, but his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Si Yan.
"You possess something that doesn't belong to you..."
Si Yan disgustedly picked up a handkerchief and covered her mouth, involuntarily thinking of the forging ceremony that stabilized her soul.
The soul within the Spirit-Suppressing Stone?
Just then, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open.
The girl who walked in was very young, and was even wearing the uniform of a high school in the capital. She looked like an ordinary, well-behaved girl.
" Brother Yan."
Pu Sang nodded and called for help, then turned and stood in front of Qian Sen, taking off the plain silver bracelet he was wearing on his wrist.
In an instant, her entire hand seemed to turn into jade, so white it was more dazzling than snow, hovering over Qian Sen's face, her fingertips trembling.
A few seconds later, Pu Sang stared at Qian Sen with a puzzled look in his eyes, then suddenly realized something and said urgently, "Purification is useless; his soul is almost being devoured by the possessing evil spirit!"
Wang Ping was getting anxious. "This shouldn't be... He's a cultivator; even if he were possessed by an evil spirit, he wouldn't..."
He paused, then, incredulously, came up with a guess.
"This evil spirit... was it something Qian Sen willingly invited?"
As the saying goes, it's easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away; the same applies to ghosts, especially evil spirits invited by a Daoist practitioner.
Si Yan strode over and pressed several acupoints on Qian Sen's forehead, finally slapping it cleanly.
"Ho...!"
Qian Sen... no, the evil spirit's expression was one of extreme pain, its writhing even more violently, the ropes were almost worn through and at risk of breaking at any moment.
"Many souls... malice begets suffering, hatred... loss... this is your life."
The evil spirit laughed maniacally, its face swelling and its skin cracking open with countless tiny wounds. Qian Sen's body had been completely possessed by it, and its soul was being devoured.
He suddenly took a deep breath, exhaled the power that Pu Sang had used to purify him, and it burst out of Qian Sen's mouth.
Si Yan twisted her wrist, her five fingers forming a hook, tightly gripping the shadow of the evil spirit that was trying to leave.
"Come back here."
He spoke calmly and in a low voice, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Hmm..."
The evil spirit used all its strength to break free of its restraints, stumbling and rushing towards the window, only to be caught and its spirit form completely obscured.
It murmured a strange and unusual song.
"Ah!"
Pu Sang suddenly screamed, covering his face where he had been inexplicably slashed, and backed away, his eyes filled with wariness and fear.
Wang Ping quickly shielded her, holding up an umbrella he carried with him, its surface engraved with traditional martial gods, gleaming in gold.
With the attack happening here, Si Yan was inevitably drawn in. The moment her hand relaxed even slightly, the evil spirit seized the opportunity, willing to sever half of its soul to break through the window and escape.
This time they were a step too slow.
Si Yan only had time to grab the other half of the soul and retrieve it.
This half of the soul was formed because it had just devoured Qian Sen's soul.
Pu Sang purified the black energy from the wound himself, but it couldn't heal it. He could only continue to cover his face and cautiously glance at Qian Sen's... body.
It could no longer be called a body; it was just a thin human skin, its interior completely devoured.
Si Yan glanced at it as well, then shook the jade bottle containing the soul in his hand, seemingly pondering whether returning the soul would be of any use.
"Young Master, it's no use. Qian Sen can't be resurrected."
Wang Ping sighed, his tone heavy.
Everyone in the Dao Xuan Association is an outstanding individual; they are colleagues and comrades-in-arms fighting side by side against evil spirits.
It's heartbreaking.