Am I Not Helping?

On the mountain opposite, Yin Yang finished his dance.

He had already established contact with the sealed object on the other side, and the communication had gone exceptionally smoothly!

That stray lightning bolt just now was the result of Yin Yang's efforts.

If he had the help of an altar, Yin Yang could have finished even faster.

However, with so many people around, the commotion of setting up an altar would be too large and easily attract attention, making it difficult to escape later.

More importantly, he didn't have the time to set up a barrier here.

If a Demigod happened to show up and decided to deal with him by charging straight at the altar, wouldn't he be at a major disadvantage?

Although Yin Yang had taken down several Demigods, those actions were always done with prior preparation.

As for a head-on clash...

Don't be ridiculous; he wasn't an idiot.

As Yin Yang withdrew his spirituality, the sacrificial robe and Nuo opera mask vanished one after another, and he transformed back into the raincoat man.

Rumble...

Thunder rolled across the sky, and a light drizzle actually began to fall.

With this, the vision of those lurking nearby to observe was obscured, and they instinctively tried to move closer.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning fell, and without straying an inch, it struck Lyu Xiaofeng!

By now, even if Lyu Xiaofeng were a fool, he would realize that something was wrong with the sealed object!

But even if he wanted to temporarily seal it away now, he couldn't; the three people in front of him would certainly not give him the chance!

Sure enough, in the next second, Wei Yu lunged forward with a savage grin.

“Hahaha!”

“May heaven strike you down with lightning!”

“May heaven strike you down with lightning!”

“If Gong Nan could see this scene, he would be very gratified, wouldn't he, old friend?”

“Hahahaha!”

By now, Wei Yu had returned to the appearance of a young man.

He laughed maniacally, the corners of his eyes splitting open to reveal clusters of spider eyes beneath the flesh, moving further and further away from a human form.

“What did you say back then? That Gong Nan's death had nothing to do with you, that you didn't know anything because you weren't there!”

“You said the Gong family was wiped out by an expert from the Idealist Society just to steal their family's sealed object!”

“But only the few of us knew about that sealed object!”

“Hahahaha!”

Bloody tears streamed down Wei Yu’s face. Lyu Xiaofeng stared in a daze, as if he had been transported back to the past.

Back then, he wasn't a Demigod yet, just a Sequence 7 【Imperial Guard】. He had gone to the battlefield as a soldier and met several good brothers.

Among them, his closest friends were the Wei Yu before him and Gong Nan, who was always foolishly calling him 'Big Brother'!

The three of them were inseparable, supporting each other on the battlefield and having saved each other's lives.

It was precisely because of this life-and-death bond that they would confide their inner thoughts to one another.

Back then, Lyu Xiaofeng said that if he could become a Demigod in the future, he would return home to fight his eldest brother for the position of Lyu family head!

Even if his brother knew several Demigods, it wouldn't matter—relying on others wasn't as good as having power yourself!

Upon hearing this, Gong Nan patted his chest and said he would help when the time came. Although his talent was average, his family possessed an ancestral sealed object; if he lent it to Lyu Xiaofeng, it would surely be of help.

And Wei Yu had said with a grin that he would go help too, so the three brothers could carve out a future together.

The three young men had laughed and joked, full of hope for the future.

When did it all start to change?

Lyu Xiaofeng suddenly snapped awake at the thought.

No!

He was never a sentimental person, let alone during a life-or-death battle.

He instantly found the cause and glared at Er Niang with murderous eyes.

Seeing this, Er Niang clutched her chest with an expression of fear that was particularly pitiable.

However, she was casting pearls before swine; it had no effect on him.

“Even without the sealed object, I can still kill you all!”

Buzz~

Lyu Xiaofeng finally stopped restraining his power.

Initially, he had been controlling his strength to avoid damaging the Lyu family estate.

But given the current situation, he could no longer afford to care about such things!

Boom!

The phantom behind him swung its sword. Wei Yu tried to dodge, only to find that the sword carried a suction force, binding his movements like an invisible rope and making the strike unavoidable.

Pfft!

At the critical moment, the bald man rushed forward, blocking the strike for Wei Yu.

He was nearly cleaved in two; his internal organs spilled out, and jagged bone fragments were exposed.

But immediately after, the two severed halves of his body reconnected.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

He cried out in pain while looking at Lyu Xiaofeng with a purely provocative expression.

“Now that you're without your sealed object, let's see if you can still beat the three of us!”

Buzz buzz buzz~

The sealed object in Lyu Xiaofeng’s hand continued to hum incessantly, attempting to break free from his grasp.

This made his expression even gloomier.

Because it meant that at this moment, the sealed object was not only unable to assist him but was actually becoming a hindrance!

Yet he couldn't let go, because he had a very strong intuition that if he did, he would lose this sealed object forever.

...

The blade-wielding ghost rushed into the villa and headed straight for the second floor.

Yin Yang had been sharing its vision, seeing everything clearly, and he had also found that painting.

Yin Yang’s main body frowned deeply.

The reason he could contact the sealed object from such a distance was that the object itself was powerful enough and had a high enough spirituality.

But the painting before him couldn't do that.

So, he ordered the blade-wielding ghost to go forward and see if it could pack the painting up and take it away.

But before the blade-wielding ghost could carry out the plan, an old man stepped out from the darkness.

“You found my Lyu family’s treasure vault the moment you came in. It seems my Lyu family has a mole.”

The blade-wielding ghost swung its blade back in response, only for the man to stop it with two fingers.

One must know that even a Demigod hadn't blocked it so easily and casually before.

Ting.

The old man flicked his finger, directly forcing the blade-wielding ghost back.

“Oh?”

His voice sounded surprised, as if he were astonished that he hadn't managed to shatter the blade-wielding ghost's weapon.

“If you tell me now who the mole in my Lyu family is, I might consider leaving your corpse intact.”

The blade-wielding ghost remained silent, its attacks only growing more ferocious while the shadows beneath its feet boiled, leaving two brands on the spot.

Pfft!

The old man’s fist punched through the blade-wielding ghost's abdomen, his expression showing a hint of surprise.

“A Yin soul?”

No sooner had he spoken than his pupils constricted. He bent down to dodge as a fist the size of a sandbag flew over his head.

Somehow, another Yin soul wearing a Nuo opera mask had appeared in the room!

However, its mask was worn quite haphazardly, hanging directly over its chest.

And from its neck, black smoke billowed out like a chimney.

The Headless Ghost!

...

“Captain, aren't we going up? That sealed object has a usage time limit.”

The vice captain looked nervously at the passenger seat.

Their captain, however, had his feet propped up and let out a yawn.

“If there's a time limit, there's a time limit. When the time is up, we can just return the sealed object and have a perfect excuse to leave. Why not?”

“But... but the Bureau Chief told us to come help.”

“Exactly. Aren't we helping right now?”

“Huh?”

“We're helping by blocking the civilians and stopping them from going up the mountain.”