Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

"Dad, what do you think of the three people I chose today?"

In a secluded room, Zuo Muling knelt on the couch, her eyes slightly closed, one hand resting on her knee, the other slender and white hand holding her pink cheeks, looking at the man beside her with a smile on her face.

There was a bit of smugness in his tone,

Next to her stood a handsome young man, wearing a white brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a jade crown on his head. His skin was slightly pale.

Hearing this, Zuo Chao raised his eyes and glanced at Zuo Muling, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in approval: "Very good, one of them has perfect foundation-building cultivation and can be refined into a Yiban Master Soul!"

Zuo Muling stuck out the tip of her tongue coquettishly, as if she suddenly remembered something, and added hesitantly.

"Those two men are disciples of the Yun Yan Sect. Dad, if we refine their souls into the soul flags, what will happen if the Yun Yan Sect comes to trouble us..."

"It's okay."

Zuo Chao said calmly: "Yunyan Sect is thousands of miles away from us, so there is no need to worry too much, not to mention..."

He paused, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cold arc.

"So what if I'm discovered?"

"But, I heard that Ye Qing'er, who has a connection with the Yunyan Sect, is also in the city..."

Zuo Muling frowned.

"Ye Qing'er?"

Zuo Chao sneered and mocked coldly: "How big of a stir can a mere prostitute cause?"

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the Ten Thousand Souls Flag in his hand, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"When my banner is completed, no matter whether she is Ye Qing'er or Ye Hong'er, she can only be at my mercy and become the main soul of my banner. I am afraid of what she will do!"

Zuo Muling nodded and responded obediently: "Dad is absolutely right, Ling'er is worrying too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and an old man with a stooped figure and white hair and beard walked in carrying a person.

He threw the man to the ground casually and staggered for a moment before barely stopping.

"Why did you bring someone back?"

Zuo Muling frowned and scolded the old man: "Where are the other two people?"

Zuo Chao said nothing, with a reserved expression on his face.

The old man coughed and said respectfully: "City Lord, when I went there, the woman had disappeared. As for the other Yunyan Sect disciple, there is something weird about him..."

"That woman is missing? Haven't you been staring at her? A bunch of losers!"

Zuo Muling cursed angrily, then turned to Zuo Chao for help.

"Daddy."

"Leave this matter to me." Zuo Chao said indifferently, "You should go back first."

"Yes..." Zuo Muling hesitated for a moment and finally left the room.

The room fell into dead silence, and nothing could be heard except the sound of breathing.

The old man felt a warm current rushing from his chest to his throat. He quickly held his breath to suppress the boiling blood, but he still couldn't suppress it and spit it out suddenly.

"puff--"

Blood stained the floor red, and the strong smell of blood spread.

"Hehe...cough...cough..."

The old man clutched his chest, stood upright unsteadily, and raised his eyes with difficulty to Zuo Chao. His lips wriggled for a long time before he squeezed out a few words.

"City Lord, that...that kid's body..."

He didn't finish speaking intermittently, his head tilted down, and he fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with fear and despair, as if he had been frightened, but could not escape his bad luck.

Zuo Chao glanced at his body, his expression unchanged, he just slowly walked over his body and walked out of the room.

"It's taken care of." He said softly.

"As ordered."

In the darkness, two black figures flashed out. One was dragging the old man's body, and the other was dragging Zhuge Qingchen. They disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed.

Zuo Chao was walking in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his eyes far and deep.

"Once you enter Zuofu, no one can leave safely."

He whispered, with a sneer on his lips, his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared completely.

……

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Surprising.

So weird.

The flag suddenly appeared, fluttering in the night sky, with lifelike blood-colored patterns. On it was a hideous face of a person who died tragically, which made people feel horrified at just a glance.

And it was surrounded by a layer of light black mist, making the surrounding scene even more eerie and terrifying.

There was a strange atmosphere everywhere in the city lord's mansion.

Can't stay any longer.

This was Song Ci's first reaction after waking up.

He stood up and walked quickly towards Zhuge Qingchen's room, preparing to escape under the cover of night, but the moment he stepped into the house, he was stunned.

The room was empty, with no sign of Zhuge Qingchen at all.

Oops!

Song Ci secretly screamed that something was wrong, and rushed out to check on Luo Zhiyan, but the result was still the same.

Zhuge Qingchen, Luo Zhiyan, and the bear were all missing.

He frowned and suddenly heard the sound of tiny footsteps not far away.

In a flash of thought, he quickly hid in the dark.

"Cuckoo~"

"Cuckoo~"

There were bursts of strange bird calls, mixed with a special rhythm, which was particularly permeable in the silent night.

The sound of footsteps gradually approached from far away.

Song Ci held his breath, his heartbeat accelerated, and his palms became sweaty.

Seeing that the figure was about to approach his position, Song Ci suddenly swung his sword and stabbed out.

"clang--"

The sharp blades collided together and sparks flew everywhere.

Through the moonlight, Song Ci could clearly see the person coming.

He is a young man who looks about the same age as himself, with handsome features and a hint of unruliness hidden in his eyebrows.

He held a sword in one hand and blocked Song Ci's sharp blade.

The two were in a stalemate for a few seconds, then they both took back their swords and stepped back.

"who are you?"

"Sword Spirit Sect disciple Baili You, who are you?" the young man asked proudly.

Song Ci was silent for a while and said, "Mu Xin."

After the question and answer ended, the two fell into an impasse again.

Suddenly an afterimage passed across the sky, and the two people quickly disappeared.

After the afterimage disappeared, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look at each other.

"Are you looking for someone too?" Bailiyou asked tentatively.

Song Ci said nothing.

Seeing this, Baili You laughed.

"Don't be nervous, I'm also looking for someone. My senior brother and sister came to Vientiane City half a month ago and never went back. I suspect something happened to them in the city lord's mansion, so I'm looking for clues."

"Oh." Song Ci was noncommittal.

Although this guy seemed harmless, Song Ci did not dare to let down his guard.

"Have you found any clues about them?" he asked.

A white bird flew on Bailiyou's shoulder, tilted its head left and right, flapped its wings and flew around him, then flew away.

Bailiyou was silent for a long time and sighed.

"No, I advise fellow Taoists to find them within two days, otherwise it will be a disaster."

When Song Ci heard this, his mind moved slightly.

This young man seemed to know something.

He hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but stopped abruptly when he met the young man's sharp gaze.

The young man looked past him to the soul flag behind him.

"Do you know what that is?"

The young man pointed at the banner: "I have read in an ancient book that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is made from the sacrifices of many monks. The souls of the monks are absorbed into the soul banner and turned into ghosts for the master of the banner to control."

"Each soul flag has a main soul. The stronger the main soul is, the more ghosts it can accommodate. Once the main soul is strong enough, it can be continuously refined into a heaven-level magic weapon, which can then summon countless ghosts. Thousands of ghosts are as powerful as the King of Ghosts.”

"I'm afraid my senior brothers and sisters have become part of the Soul Banner."

Song Ci suddenly understood and murmured to himself: "If you don't work hard to become an immortal, you will be brothers in the honor of the soul flag."

Bailiyou: "..."

This word...

It’s so apt!