Guan Zian, as the caretaker, has not left Zhifan Forest for many years for only one reason: to suppress the zombies.

If it weren't for the Rose Cross's rash intervention, which caused the zombies to become agitated and he couldn't suppress them, he wouldn't have gone to seek out the Three Pure Bells.

After all, he was no longer human. By touching the Three Pure Ones Bell in his spirit form, he was risking being annihilated.

Guan Zian had imagined that zombies would have a place to live, but he never dared to think that they would eat food from the underworld.

Since ancient times.

Zombies are not accepted by the Three Realms.

Guan Zian watched Yan Jiu's actions.

Is this something a human being would do?

What should he say?

As expected of... Director Yan!

Guan Zian changed his form of address very quickly: "I thank the curator on their behalf."

As Yan Jiu watched the gates of the underworld close, she said leisurely, "How about I thank you with your story?"

Guan Zian was caught in a dilemma.

Yan Jiu replied casually, "It's not the right time yet? No problem, you can run away but you can't hide. I'll wait patiently."

The mountain god scratched his head, deep in thought: Is this how the saying "the monk can run away but the temple can't" is used?

Lang Zongyi stood silently to the side the whole time.

He removed the broken wolf fang from his wrist.

Memories of the past linger through snow-white teeth.

That was a long time ago, before he had turned himself into a vegetable. He had left his family because he overheard his father talking to Master Wunian.

At such a young age, he did not understand what the appearance of a demon who had committed too many murders meant.

But he understood that if his family stayed with him for too long, their fortunes would decline and their family would be torn apart.

He didn't want anything to happen to his family because of him.

Lang Zongyi chose to leave.

He intended to end his life.

But he ended up in a vegetative state.

He was 5 years old when the accident happened. When he was 13, he suddenly woke up in his hospital bed. He didn't know what was going on and inexplicably felt that he was living in another world.

It felt as if he had gone to another world, been reborn in that world, and lived until he was 13 years old.

But he doesn't remember that memory.

But I find that memory incredibly precious.

He found Master Wunian.

He assumed that since the other party could see right through his face, they should also know what was going on.

The other person shook their head.

He was only told that a few strands of his soul were missing.

Humans have three souls and seven spirits. The three souls are the ones that hold a person's memories. The three souls are Tai Guang, Shuang Ling, and You Jing.

But he was missing a soul and a spirit.

Master Wunian also told him.

Memory is not the main factor.

His main concern is the possibility of regressing to his ancestral form and becoming a monster that is neither demon nor human.

Master Wunian handed him the wolf tooth and pointed out that the Three Pure Bells could relieve his "illness".

But.

That's not the case.

Despite his prolonged contact with the Sanqingling (a type of sedative), he still received numerous injections of tranquilizers.

He thought someone needed to ring the Sanqing Bell.

However.

This has been proven once again.

The ringing of the Sanqing Bell had no effect on him.

Did Master Wunian deceive him?

Lang Zongyi's eyes were frighteningly deep.

It carried a hint of venomous gloom.

He can accept being deceived in many situations.

But they couldn't accept their own stupidity, nor could they accept that the revered Master Wunian was a fraud.

Lang Zongyi gripped the wolf fang in his hand: "Even though the matter has been resolved, I'll take my leave first."

Yan Jiu crossed her arms and looked at Lang Zongyi, whose breathing was weak: "Is he angry that I took the Three Pure Ones Bell?"

Before the mountain god could speak...

Guan Zian said seriously, "He's not that kind of person."

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow: "How did you know?"

Guan Zian: "..."

The mountain god chuckled and said, "It's rare that there were no casualties. I'll go back and examine his face."

Yan Jiu seized on the key point: "Wait, you can see Lang Zongyi's face?"

The mountain god nodded and casually remarked, "Indeed, he possesses the aura of a general star and a demon, yet he suppressed it all by himself. There aren't that many demonic auras in the world; it's extremely rare. I need to investigate further."

Yan Jiu's pupils dilated.

She didn't listen to the second half of the mountain god's words; her attention was fixed on the four words "appearance of an evil spirit."

In her past life, her master had predicted that her senior brother was a cursed lone star, and had the appearance of an evil ghost.

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Yan Jiu pursed her lips and remained silent.

They caught up with Lang Zongyi, whose figure had already disappeared from sight.

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now.

Lang Zongyi was stopped by Hou Ming.

Hou Ming set the body of the desert island survival streamer aside, and seeing Lang Zongyi, asked curiously, "Why didn't Director Lang come out with anyone?"

Lang Zongyi's pupils remained motionless.

Even the most skilled psychologists, adept at reading people's expressions, find it difficult to discern emotions from such expressions.

Not to mention Hou Ming.

Hou Ming looked at Lang Zongyi, who was already on the verge of rioting, and his intuition told him to get away from Lang Zongyi as soon as possible.

But then he thought about it again.

If the recording device had captured Lang Zongyi's episode, where would Lang Zongyi have a place in the Special Bureau?

Hou Ming laughed and asked, "Director Lang, what's wrong? Has something happened that we don't know about?"

Lang Zongyi's gaze lightly fell on the person in front of him. Although there was a slight smile on his lips, he gave off an extremely sinister feeling, as if a demon had put on a mask of hypocrisy.

Hou Ming wanted to continue testing the waters.

Chen Cheng stopped the person.

He saw that Lang Zongyi's arms, hanging by his side, were bulging with veins, indicating that he was already at his limit of endurance.

Chen Cheng led his men back several steps: "Even if Hou Ming is wrong, Director Lang shouldn't attack us and damage the harmony between the Special Investigation Bureau and the Xuanmen, right?"

Lang Zongyi's gaze shifted.

Chen Cheng continued to provoke Lang Zongyi: "I told you Director Lang wouldn't be so unreasonable as to take revenge on us. Look, this is how a bureau chief should behave. Learn from him."

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