What comes into view is a spacious hall.

The hall seemed too empty. Apart from the square coffee table and the tattered sofa in the middle, there was nothing around it except for another door directly opposite.

Three people were sitting on the tattered sofa, chatting. When they saw someone coming, they stopped talking and all looked towards the door.

Chu Yao also looked at them. She saw that these three people were also wearing masks with various patterns painted on them.

The man on the right saw Chu Yao and stood up directly, opening his arms to greet him. Chu Yao saw that there was a piece of rag painted on his mask.

"See what I said, it really didn't make me wait in vain. Xuedie, you are here after all! I have great news to tell you."

This chatterbox felt familiar. Chu Yao finally saw what was on his mask: he was a "curtain."

However, Chu Yao ignored him and walked straight towards the door inside.

Curtain's attempt at flirting failed somewhat, as the other two men laughed mockingly from beneath their masks. Curtain awkwardly withdrew his arm, but still refused to give up, rubbing his hands as he stood in front of Chu Yao.

"Don't be so anxious to leave. After all, we're 'comrades' who've been through thick and thin together. Why don't you give me some face? I really have something good to tell you. It's true! It's absolutely true!"

"Get out of the way." Chu Yao pretended to be angry and refused.

"Oh, you really have given up, right?" The curtain revealed the large bag on Chu Yao's back. Chu Yao could even see the man winking under the mask. "Okay, okay, I'll give in. There's no need to be so fierce. Business is more important. When you're done, we can talk about other things."

This guy's mouth was like a cannon, never stopping for a moment. After finally getting rid of him, Chu Yao walked towards the door.

Chu Yao knocked three times, and a voice responded from inside the house: "Come in."

She pushed the door open and walked in, smelling a faint scent of blood. There was at least a light outside, but inside the small room, it was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

But this did not bother her. Chu Yao clearly saw a long table in front of her, and behind the table sat a man also wearing a mask, with the mask painted on it was the face of an old man with an overbite.

It seems that this is the "master".

The master's entire body was shrouded in a pitch-black cloak, blending into the darkness of the hut. Seeing Chu Yao walk in, he spoke:

"Are you sure you want to abandon the mission?"

His voice was very strange, and Chu Yao couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. It was as if he was using a voice changer.

"Confirmed." Chu Yao put the tennis bag behind him on the table, and then quickly spread his spiritual sense throughout the room.

This was not a big deal, but it did surprise Chu Yao.

She actually sensed a trace of spiritual power fluctuation from this old man!

This fluctuation was not strong, about the second level of Qi Refining. With Chu Yao's cultivation level, this person could not see through her.

First it was Lian Jining, then the old man in front of her. She had actually seen quite a few psychics in this new capital.

interesting.

Chu Yao's spiritual sense probed beneath the man's cloak. He was a gaunt old man, skin and bones, with no flesh on his body. His appearance was not much different from the one painted on the mask, except that the face on the mask was a little fuller than his own.

He sat cross-legged, his legs crossed, in a dish of red water—presumably the source of the bloody smell he had just smelled. His eyes were tightly closed, his hands clasped before his chest, clearly a figure practicing cultivation.

With essence and blood as guides, the fetal breath leaves the sea, and the method follows the Yin capital, it seems like some secret method of the blood sect.

With Chu Yao's experience, he could identify the old man with just one glance, and even figure out what kind of martial arts he was practicing.

Although Chu Yao is a novice in the field of Tianren Technology, he has a very good grasp of cultivation.

The old man finished his training, opened his cloudy eyes, and then stretched out a bloodless, dry hand from under his robe and touched the tennis bag, as if he was counting the number of tennis balls.

This process lasted for a long time. Chu Yao was not in a hurry. He stood in front of the table and waited silently, his spiritual sense sweeping around the room.

Knowing that the other party was just a minor Qi-refining cultivator, her actions became more and more unscrupulous.

The desk behind him was filled with miscellaneous items. Chu Yao spotted a battered laptop and various boxes. Some of those boxes contained piles of documents and materials, while others were filled with masks—all blank, with nothing painted on them.

Chu Yao found another door behind several large boxes. He extended his consciousness in that direction and soon felt a warmth coming from the ground. It seemed that was another exit from the basement.

There was nothing else of value. So Chu Yao turned his attention to the old man in front of him.

Where did he get his blood refining technique from? Did he practice it on his own, or was it provided to him by his "superiors"?

If his skills came from within the Blood Alliance, then this so-called alliance might not just be an underground killer organization.

The more Chu Yao thought about it, the more itchy she felt. She wished she could just put her hands on the old man's head and search his soul.

But considering that this is their base camp after all, it is better not to alert them.

"Well, the quantities are correct, you can go." The old man put away his things, picked up the tennis bag and put it behind him, then continued to practice with his eyes closed.

Hey, why did you take the bag with you?

Chu Yao stuck out her tongue, but because of the mask, the other party couldn't see her little movement.

She nodded and then went back to the living room she had just passed by.

Before he had taken a few steps, the talkative curtain came up again.

"Are you done, Sister Blood Butterfly? Can we chat for a moment? This is a rare opportunity, don't miss it!"

Chu Yao still looked impatient and was about to leave, but the curtain turned in a circle and blocked Chu Yao again.

"Hey, I know you're annoying me, and I didn't mean to bother you. I'm waiting for you here for a reason. We need help..."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Chu Yao asked while standing with his hands behind his back.

"Haha, you finally replied to me. What do you think, guys? Does this trick of mine work?"

"If you're stopping me just for fun, I'm sorry I won't keep you company." Chu Yao responded coldly. Seeing that the other party was still trying to stop her, she pretended to pull out a knife from her leg.

This is Xuedie's own knife, which she always carries with her.

"Of course not! Listen to me, you're short of money, aren't you?" Seeing Chu Yao pull out a knife, Curtain quickly took three steps back and then dropped a bombshell, "This mission has a bounty of nearly 100 million, and there's a big boss leading the team!"

Xuedie is a person who loves money. No, or rather, she is clearly afraid of being poor.

Although this trick cannot tempt Chu Yao, it is very attractive to Xuedie.

Chu Yao did not put down the knife in his hand, but turned it twice in his hand:

"Tell me about it."

End of this chapter