Abandoned villages and dilapidated ancestral halls.

Boss Xiao, who was once so romantic and like a shining pearl in the world of mortals, leaned against the incense table, his eyes still as bright as if he were standing on the stage. He looked at the door, as if waiting for Zhou Dao's arrival.

Xiao Yuteng knew that with Zhou Dao's strength, he would definitely find this place.

So he didn't hide, nor did he want to hide.

"What did you do?" Zhou Dao frowned.

Xiao Yuteng's soul was almost as powerful as he had ever seen in his life. Logically speaking, even if he broke the [Demon-Subduing Spirit Officer]'s appearance, he would at most lose his cultivation level and would never fall into the current situation where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is exhausted.

Judging from his appearance, I am afraid that even if Zhou Dao does not take action, this boss Xiao will not survive tonight.

"I cut off my soul, leaving a little bit of my origin." A relieved smile appeared on Xiao Yuteng's pale face.

Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and killing his own soul was tantamount to seeking death.

"I don't understand." Zhou Dao shook his head.

A person like Xiao Yuteng looks down on fame and fortune, and can only play to the core, coupled with his personal cultivation, to be extraordinary and refined.

He is like a wisp of incense in this ancestral hall, misty and elegant. Although it is covered with dust, it has a gleam of light that cannot be ignored and gives rise to many daydreams.

Such a person should have a bright future, so why would he risk the world's disapproval, risk life and death, and commit such a horrific act tonight?

If Zhou Dao hadn't taken action, all the prominent figures in Pingjiang City would have been seduced by Xiao Yuteng.

Such a heinous crime cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth, and there is no place for him in the territory of Qin.

In other words, no matter the cost, he will die.

"Can't you understand?" Xiao Yuteng smiled sadly. He raised his head, gazing at the black curtain and the bright moon with stars.

"Do you remember the drama tonight?"

"Silver toad swallows the moon!?"

"When I was born, my parents were gone. It was the people in the village who raised me. They raised me, but they got more from me..."

Xiao Yuteng's deep and slightly magnetic voice flowed slowly under the moonlit night.

"When I was very young, I showed a talent that was different from other children. I could see things that ordinary people couldn't see, which are the so-called ghosts."

"The people in the village are afraid of my abilities, but they have earned a lot of wealth from me. They raise me like a monster. Even so, I am still very grateful..." Xiao Yuteng smiled palely.

"But one day, a wealthy businessman came to the village. He suffered from a strange disease and needed a medicine. A boy like me who can see wandering spirits is the best medicine..."

"The wealthy businessman offered me a price that the villagers couldn't refuse, and they sacrificed me like an animal without hesitation..."

Having said this, Xiao Yuteng paused and coughed, and blood could not stop flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Dao remained silent.

The human heart is like a demon, and he thought of the silver toad on the stage.

"That night, I collapsed, crying and wailing, like crazy. I didn't know what happened. When I woke up..."

Xiao Yuteng shook his head: "They are all dead... They are all dead... This village has been abandoned since then."

"I was so scared at the time that I ran into the mountains crazily and wandered around like a wild beast. Maybe I shouldn't have lived in this world...until I met that man..."

Having said this, Xiao Yuteng smiled, his smile was so warm, his eyes were bright, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter.

"He took me back. Not only was he not afraid of me, he washed the dirt off my body and caressed me until I fell asleep."

"That was the most sound sleep I had ever had in my life. From that moment on, my life started all over again. He sent me to learn the secret skills of the soul, so that I could learn opera, and even go on stage and become a star.

Such a famous actor..."

There was a bright light in Xiao Yuteng's eyes, which was a kind of attachment and reluctance.

"So there is someone behind you!?" Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

A master like Xiao Yuteng actually has someone behind the scenes. What kind of person is he?

"does it worth?"

Xiao Yuteng nodded: "There is a saying in this world that a scholar will die for his confidant... Perhaps, this is the best destination for me..."

As he spoke, Xiao Yuteng raised his hand, and a brocade handkerchief flew out and fell into Zhou Dao's hand.

There was a strange portrait painted on the square brocade handkerchief, which was clearly the [Subduing Demon Spirit Officer], and there were dense annotations and runes surrounding it.

"Official minister of the demon-subduing spirit!?" Zhou Daoqi asked.

This is an extremely powerful soul secret technique, not inferior to the Yasha Ghost King at all, or even stronger.

"The boy that night was quite good. He was quite similar to me when I was young. We are destined to have this thing. Let's leave this thing to him." Xiao Yuteng whispered.

Zhou Dao was silent, he knew that the boy the other party was talking about was Jiang Yuan.

When it comes to talent, Jiang Yuan is indeed somewhat similar to Xiao Yuteng, with unlimited potential, but the same youth and hardship.

"Who is behind you?" Zhou Dao asked in a deep voice.

There is a master hidden in Pingjiang City that he cannot see. This person can control Xiao Yuteng and play with all the prominent figures in Pingjiang City. If you think about it, it is really scary.

"A scholar dies for a confidant, and if he knows me, he will surely die in retribution..."

Xiao Yuteng murmured and sang softly, waiting until the end, just like this wisp of fragrance, if it breaks or continues, it will eventually disappear.

He died in this former homeland. After many years, he finally returned here.

The so-called destiny is probably like this.

Xiao Yuteng's life is just like what is sung in the opera: the moment of life and death, youth is like a dream, passing by in a blink of an eye, it ends, silently.

"Everyone in this world has obsessions..."

Zhou Dao whispered, suddenly remembering what the leader of Ping'an Town said that day.

Xiao Yuteng's obsession is probably the person he met in the mountains more than ten years ago who brought him a peaceful dream.

"Fuck your obsession." Zhou Da spat, flicked his finger, and his blood was like fire, igniting the entire ancestral hall.

He turned around and walked away, disappearing into the vast night with long strides.

…

Pingjiang City.

In a three-story building.

The dim candlelight swayed in the wind, and a thin figure was holding on to the railing, looking at the scenery outside.

"Master, Xiao Yuteng is dead. He failed in his trust and failed to collect enough souls."

At this moment, a man in black came and bowed respectfully.

He was holding a wooden box in his hand.

The night wind blew, shaking the dead tree in the courtyard.

In front of the railing, the thin figure was silent.

"He killed his soul and left it to his master." The man in black said again.

"I know." The thin figure didn't even look at the square wooden box: "Send it to Yuan Shaoqing. I hope he won't disappoint me."

"As ordered." The man in black hesitated to speak, but finally withdrew respectfully.

In the distance, the full moon is setting in the west, and the darkness seems to be dissipating.

The thin man looked into the distance indifferently.

"There are always such idiots in the mortal world!!!"
Chapter completed!