"What does that mean?" he asked with a smile.
"Nothing much.
I really want to know your name, but I need to make sure that you will stand with me. "
Cao Youdao also looked back with a smile. "Look, with just a light slash, his soul was completely annihilated.
It was very simple.
Just because I didn't kill him doesn't mean you can't kill him. "
Of course it was simple.
Killing Zhang Baoguo was tantamount to going against the government.
A deputy prosecutor general … No matter how magnanimous the government was, they would never allow an existence that challenged their authority.
"You have five minutes to think about it." Cao Youdao sat down and swirled his wine glass.
Qin Ye grew taciturn.
Killing Zhang Baoguo was the safest course of action. If he said no, the price he would have to pay … was far too great.
The exposure of the shard of King Yanluo's Seal would cause the other party to become irreconcilable enemies!
No … Putting aside the question of whether or not he would be exposed, if he didn't agree to the other party's conditions, then tonight … would be the night when he would shed all pretenses of cordiality with the head honcho of the City of Salvation!
The eyes of all the ghosts were focused on him. Time ticked by.
Cao Youdao's expression gradually turned cold.
"I don't understand."
Four minutes later, he sighed faintly. "He's just a mere mortal. I don't know how you got involved with him.
What I don't understand is why you and I are so hesitant about the fate of a mortal. "
Four minutes and thirty seconds later, Qin Ye finally spoke up with a faint smile on his face, "Shangguan, do you know that even an otaku has a bottom line …"
"Oh?"
"For example, Missy's lace, or Chuyin's bolster. If you damage these things, even otakus will fight you to the death …"
"Sorry, I'm not interested in human civilization."
"Ha … I'm just saying."
Qin Ye scratched his head, and the smile on his face softened somewhat, "As for me? Even though I don't usually look like a proper person, I can't help but think that I'm a good person.
He was probably different from an ordinary Emissary of Hell.
Occasionally, I like to betray my friends. However, it's an old acquaintance of several decades. His soul is right in front of me. It's still a bit difficult for me to kill him. "
Cao Youdao stopped smiling and gently swirled his glass. "So?"
Before he could even finish speaking, a gust of nethergale suddenly swept up from Qin Ye's body. A silver light flashed, and Cao Youdao's hand was nailed firmly to the table.
It pierced through the wooden sign.
Soul Reaper Chain.
At the same time, his body was wrapped in a tide of Yin Qi, rushing towards Zhang Baoguo's soul like a bolt of lightning.
Rumble!
His Yin energy was boundless, and all the ordinary ghosts in its path were reduced to ashes. Within half a second, his Hell's Emissary robe had already donned itself onto his body.
In the blink of an eye, the two humanoid paper effigies holding onto Zhang Baoguo shrieked and turned into ashes!
The underworld is arresting people, all rabble must disperse!
"Let's go!"
Regardless of whether Zhang Baoguo could hear him or not, Qin Ye grabbed hold of Zhang Baoguo's soul and yelled at the top of his lungs, before dashing straight for the door like a bolt of lightning.
On the second floor, Cao Youdao stared at his hand in a daze. The Soul Reaper Chain flew from the sky and pierced through his hand, nailing it to the table.
Unfortunately, not a single drop of blood flowed out, only endless Yin Qi.
"My heart was originally towards the bright moon." He closed his eyes and slowly sighed. "But the bright moon shines on the ditch."
BOOM!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire second floor of the building collapsed violently, and a tsunami of Yin energy that was ten times stronger than Qin Ye's erupted and swept across the entire area!
All of the Yin spirits trembled uncontrollably and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Just then, a figure emerged from the vast expanse of black fog, transforming into a streak of black light that shot straight towards Qin Ye!
He wore a black robe embroidered with three black and white Harken patterns, and a black, hollowed out six-piece hat on his head.
Wisps of pure black Yin energy flowed out from his seven apertures. The only difference was that Cao Youdao didn't carry a demonhead saber.
Instead, he carried a sword on his back.
"Underworld is arresting people, all rabble must disperse!!"
With a furious bellow, he brandished the sword in his hand, and all of the Yin spirits in the area were instantly reduced to ashes.
This was a chase between Emissaries of Hell.
This was probably the first time since the establishment of Hell that a Soul Hunter was hunting down an Emissary of Hell.
Qin Ye ran like a madman. He knew all too well just how strong a Soul Hunter was. As long as he was caught, he would be dead without a doubt.
When that happened, he would have no choice but to activate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal. However, what followed next would be a frenzied pursuit of him, and he wouldn't hesitate to pay any price!
Qin Ye could already vaguely understand that it was precisely because of the shard of King Yanluo's Seal that Qin Ye was able to survive.
How could someone like that spare his life when he possessed the shard of King Yanluo's Seal?
When that happens … the eye of the vortex that was originally the City of Salvation would immediately turn its attention to him. Furthermore, it would be far faster than the infiltration of the entire City of Salvation!
Unless absolutely necessary, I must never activate the shard of King Yanluo's Seal!
Faster. Faster!
All of the Yin spirits in the corridor were stunned as soon as they saw Qin Ye rush out.
Then, they roared madly and charged straight at him.
Whoosh … The lights in the corridor began to extinguish bit by bit.
A surge of Yin energy followed closely behind him, and a cold gleam of light shot straight towards Qin Ye's back. It was almost as though the god of death had stepped out of the darkness.
"Scram!"
Qin Ye brandished his saber and grabbed hold of Zhang Baoguo's soul with one hand. His other hand gleamed like a pear blossom in the middle of the night. None of the Yin spirits in front of him were a match for him at all.
He was the first to rush into the elevator.
Quick … His eyes were bloodshot as he hammered the door with all his might. With a soft hum, the number -6 appeared on the surface of the mirror. Then, he slammed the door shut and rushed straight up.
-5, -4 … But before he could even heave a sigh of relief, the elevator suddenly stopped at -3.
"Naive."
Cao Youdao's voice echoed from all directions, "This is a place that I've personally built. Don't you think you're disrespecting me by leaving and staying as you please?"
Hah … Qin Ye couldn't help but feel the urge to give Zhang Baoguo's soul a good beating. He'd always thought of himself as a selfish person, and he'd never felt any qualms about betraying Wang Chenghao. Yet, in a moment of impulse, he'd saved Zhang Baoguo's life.
That said, he would probably do the same thing again if given the chance.
"So the core values of socialism have already been ingrained into my soul …" Qin Ye chuckled bitterly as he tightened his grip around the demonhead saber in his hand.
A split second later, the lights on the ceiling of the elevator suddenly turned eerily green!
The entire elevator room was filled with an eerie nethergale that chilled one to the bone.
If a human were here right now, they would most likely be screaming at the top of their lungs at the sight of this.
Just then, a streak of crimson blood began to appear on each of the mirror walls.
It was as though a ghost had drawn a pen, drawing straight lines across the corridor. Initially, it was a reflection of his own shadow. But in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a long, serene corridor. There was no light, only the eerie reflection of the ghostly flames.
The dark clouds of Yin energy were like a roaring beast, while a figure appeared out of nowhere, bouncing right through the mirrors and stabbing straight towards Qin Ye's throat.
It was a sword.
A split second later, Cao Youdao's silhouette appeared in all of the mirrors.
Just then, Qin Ye suddenly squatted down and swung his demonhead saber horizontally. He didn't even care whether he'd struck his target or not.
Then, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
His vision darkened, and then cleared up in an instant.
Blood flowed freely from his shoulder, but he couldn't be bothered to care about it.
Cao Youdao's silhouette in the mirror was inconceivably bizarre. He was standing with his feet facing upwards, clinging tightly to the ceiling.
"Do you know … there's a saying that if you comb your hair in front of the mirror at 2.30 p.m., you'll be able to see your past self."
He gently raised his sword and continued confidently, "Since ancient times, mirrors have always been an existence that connects the Yin and the Yang.
Yet here I am. And right now, I'm seeing your afterlife. "
"Your afterlife … is completely blank."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Youdao's silhouettes in the dozens of mirrors stabbed straight towards Qin Ye's skull.
The talismans on the walls fluttered wildly, while the netherflames above his head flickered wildly.
I can't dodge …
As soon as Cao Youdao made his move, Qin Ye immediately sensed a powerful surge of Yin energy. The gap between them was simply too great. An Emissary of Hell was only a village-level official, while a Hunter was a county-level official. They were on completely different levels.
Whoosh!
The sword hadn't arrived, but the energy had already arrived.
His Hell's Emissary robes shrieked and tore apart.
Gritting his teeth, Qin Ye no longer hesitated, and the shard of King Yanluo's Seal exploded!
Boom!!
A violent black light erupted, and the entire elevator trembled slightly.
Seconds later, all of the talismans stopped moving, and the numbers on them began to rise once more.
-2, -1 … 1!
Ding dong … The elevator doors opened, and Qin Ye walked out panting heavily.
He heaved a long sigh of relief.
All of the mirrors in the elevator room behind him shattered into pieces, revealing a pitch-black wall behind.
Qin Ye endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, released Zhang Baoguo's soul, and watched as Zhang Baoguo drifted into the air.
At the same time, below -6, Cao Youdao held his sword in a daze and looked at the empty elevator in front of him in disbelief.
He escaped?
A mere Emissary of Hell … actually escaped from my grasp?
No … that's not important. What's important is the terrifying power that erupted from Zhang Baoguo's body.
It was a power that … he was familiar with.
"A shard of a secret treasure!" His hand trembled as he roared hoarsely, "This is a shard of a secret treasure of Hell!!"
"He actually has one on him as well!!"
"No wonder … no wonder he dares to come here without fear … I was wondering how he managed to survive the destruction of Hell!
But, do you really think you can escape from the City of Salvation? "
He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, the redness in his eyes had already faded.
Yin energy swirled around him, and he returned to the appearance of a successful man as he sneered, "Like I said … only we can see each other."
"I'll find you even if you have to go to the ends of the earth!"
Qin Ye's figure had already reverted back to his ordinary appearance. He was originally wearing a white T-shirt, but half of it was now dyed red. He glanced at his phone. It was still 3 p.m.
"I knew it … I shouldn't have stayed in human society for too long …"
"To think that you would still think of saving others … Little Comrade Qin, you're in great danger right now …"
"If you want to live, the first thing you have to do is to turn a blind eye to things. How can you have such a dangerous mindset?"
He muttered to himself. On the first floor, Old Man Liu sat at the table with a smile on his face. He was already fast asleep.
He dragged his stone-like legs up the stairs.
Old Man Liu was nothing more than a medium.
Second floor, third floor … As soon as he reached the third floor, one of the students suddenly screamed, "Ghost!!!" and immediately ran away.
Qin Ye smiled bitterly as he looked at himself. His clothes were blood-red, the lights were dim, and his gait was as if he was dragging his feet. It really was … exactly like a horror movie …