Qin Ye wasn’t aware of the plans that Li Jixi had made. At this very moment, he was simply walking through the still, desolate streets of the city.

He masterfully avoided all of the nearby patrols. Furthermore, it didn’t matter if his image was captured by the surveillance devices in the region. After all, he could justify his presence as an attempt to understand the situation a little bit better. As far as the mortal realm was concerned, he was a Soul Hunter, and he was fully entitled to do so.

That said, his eyes had already become bicoloured in both black and white, and all of the Yin spirits around him were visible to his eyes. Wherever he went, they would all scream and retreat. None dared to approach him at all.

“They’re too weak for my purposes…” He shook his head. The Yoke of Five Ghosts should never be used on regular wandering spirits. It minimally required the subject ghosts to bear some measure of grievances. That was the only way to ensure that the spirits remained with him for a long time.

After some measure of deliberation, he changed his target, and began to make his way towards the funeral home.

Like Moses parting the red sea, the Yin spirits around cleared a path for him wherever he went until he finally arrived at his destination.

The funeral parlor had long been abandoned. Given the circumstances, not a single soul would dare to be around these parts, even in the day. Everyone would much rather send the bodies straight...