[104 years since the Donghuang Bell rang]

Pitch-black crows were circling in the sky. On the marble floor, a beautiful woman in a smoky blue cheongsam was holding the hand of a teenage boy, standing in front of a rockery.

Behind the two of them, a young man in a western vest looked at his watch. The monocle on his nose reflected a faint light. He glanced behind him, as if he was waiting for something.

The misty drizzle wet the boy's clothes and jacket. He looked up at the beautiful woman beside him in confusion and asked:

"Master Chief, why are we standing here?"

Gong Yangwan said calmly: "Wait for someone."

"Who is it?"

"You don't need to know."

"Oh..." The boy nodded, looked at his wet clothes, and spoke again, "Master, why don't we hold an umbrella?"

"What? You can't even handle this little bit of wind and rain?" Gong Yangwan said coldly, "To become a truly strong person, you must experience the baptism and tempering of wind and rain... If you can't handle a little bit of rain, you'd better go home as soon as possible."

The young man opened his mouth, but lowered his head silently and spoke softly:

"I'm not afraid of wind and rain... I'm just worried that your clothes will get wet and you'll catch a cold."

Gong Yangwan glanced at him and said nothing.

“Here I come.”

The young man wearing a monocle looked in a certain direction and suddenly spoke.

Gong Yangwan turned his head and saw a figure in black holding an umbrella in his right hand, walking slowly across the wet marble pavement in the gray drizzle. The brim of the umbrella was slightly drooping, obscuring the man's face, making it difficult to see clearly.

His footsteps made no sound, like a ghost in the rain, quietly coming in front of everyone.

"Greetings, Lord Lin." The young man said respectfully.

Lin Qiye lifted up a corner of the umbrella and carefully looked at the gentle young man in front of him, with a hint of surprise flashing across his brows:

"Hu Jia?"

"It's me." The young man smiled, "But now my name is Lu Fanglin."

"After two thousand years, you have finally taken that step... Congratulations."

"You are still a long way from me, Master Lin."

Lin Qiye looked past the young man and towards the two people behind him. In these two thousand years, Gong Yangwan's appearance had not changed at all, but the young man she was holding looked somewhat familiar to Lin Qiye.

"He is...?"

"The child I picked up from the roadside is now also a member of the Evil Suppression Bureau." Gong Yangwan replied.

"Hello, my name is Nie Jinshan."

Hearing these three words, Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly. He lowered the brim of the umbrella a little, covering his face again, and spoke helplessly:

"You shouldn't have brought this child to see me... It would be very troublesome if I were to be involved with him again."

Gong Yangwan was stunned. "This child is more than a hundred years older than you, right? Does he have a cause and effect relationship with you?"

"have."

"I see." Gong Yangwan nodded, "Hu Jia, take him around."

"yes."

The young man walked forward, took the hand of the young Nie Jinshan, turned around and walked into the mist and rain.

During this process, the young Nie Jinshan opened his eyes wide, trying to see the face of this mysterious man clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it clearly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

After the two of them walked away, Lin Qiye slowly spoke:

"What's the matter with calling me here this time?"

"Yes." Gong Yangwan paused for a moment, "I plan to disband the Evil Suppression Division."

"Disband?"

"Yes... Over the past two thousand years, the Evil Suppression Division has experienced ups and downs in the succession of dynasties, from a dozen people at the beginning, to hundreds of people at its peak, and then to just a few people..."

She lightly hooked her finger, and a layer of the surface of the rockery in front of her was scraped off, revealing a huge rock salvaged from the East China Sea. There were tens of thousands of names engraved on it.

Gong Yangwan's eyes were filled with reminiscence, and she seemed a little dazed.

"Today, the feudal dynasty has completely collapsed, and the world has entered a new stage... The Evil Suppression Bureau is no longer suitable for this era."

Lin Qiye thought about it and nodded slightly.

Gong Yangwan was right. Even though Gong Yangwan had been constantly changing and improving the model of the Zhenxie Division according to the changes of dynasties over the past two thousand years, it was bound to be difficult for the Zhenxie Division to keep up in this century of great leaps forward in people's thinking and explosive growth in science and technology.

What's more, the decline of the feudal dynasty, coupled with the fact that the world has completely forgotten the existence of the Zhenxie Division, has made it very difficult for the Zhenxie Division to recruit new members. Up to now, there are only less than ten members left. This is not because Gong Yangwan's command is unfavorable, but the inevitable result of the changing times.

"It is not necessary to disband. If we change our ideas and models, there may be a chance of turning things around," Lin Qiye advised.

The Division for Suppressing Evils was founded by Huo Qubing, but it embodies more than 2,000 years of Gong Yangwan’s hard work… Now that she wants to dissolve the Division, she must feel a little reluctant.

Gong Yangwan shook his head.

"Lin Qiye...I'm tired."

“For more than two thousand years, I have been working hard for the Evil Suppression Division… There are so many people in this world who are willing to risk their lives to pursue immortality, but for me, immortality is a torture.

Ah Zhuo is dead, and we were once the pinnacle of humanity. I should have been buried with him more than two thousand years ago... For the sake of the Evil Suppression Bureau, I have been constantly devouring strange creatures to prolong my life, and only then have I lived to this day.

In the past two thousand years, I have devoured more than one hundred and forty strange people...My current body is completely made up of these one hundred and forty living people.

When I take a shower now, I have to close my eyes, because when I see this body, I feel sick... I am tired, Lin Qiye, I am really tired."

Gong Yangwan looked at her own white and tender hands, her eyes filled with disgust and nausea.

"I... don't want to rely on eating humans to achieve immortality anymore."

Lin Qiye looked at her painful face and fell silent.

"So, you asked me to come here so that I can help you get rid of it?"

"The Evil Suppression Bureau has been disbanded, and my mission of more than two thousand years has finally come to fruition... I can become a heroic spirit like the Marquis and protect the fate of the country, but I don't want to continue this kind of immortality that relies on eating humans."

"The process of performing the Soul Hiding Technique is not easy. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It's just painful." Gong Yangwan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Skinning and drawing out bones, cutting out hearts and drawing blood... just consider it as punishment for cannibalism."

Lin Qiye looked at Gong Yangwan's pleading eyes, and finally, he sighed:

"I understand... Then Nie Jinshan, what are you going to do?"

"Hu Jia and Yan Zhong will take good care of him for me,"

Lin Qiye nodded, and a broken sword slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

He walked slowly towards Gong Yangwan.

"Then let's... meet again in a hundred years."

Looking at the sword emitting a cold light, Gong Yangwan's mouth curled up slightly, relief appeared in her eyes, and she slowly closed her eyes:

"Um."

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