Diao Yu raised her hand and pointed to the position of her spiritual platform, explaining the problem of the sudden disappearance of the previous aura: "What I smelled was not the smell in the ordinary sense, but the smell of the soul. His soul is incomplete, so I cannot perceive it clearly."
Nan Xian subconsciously turned her head to look at Ping An, who was being scolded by the old man while his ear was being pulled, and was momentarily stunned.
The soul was taken away at birth... Who could be so cruel as to do such a cruel thing to a newborn baby?
If Ping An hadn't been missing that part of his soul, wouldn't he have been able to avoid being disabled, abandoned, and in this state... Instead, he would have had a normal childhood, a family that, while not perfect, was at least complete, and grown up healthy and happy?
She shook her head to put those thoughts aside for the time being and focused on what was most important at the moment.
Ping An's fate has already taken this turn, so even if she is an insider at this moment, no matter how much she regrets it, she cannot change the established facts. As for Rui Zhu's whereabouts, they are unknown. The sooner she finds her, the less danger she will be in.
Without delay, Nan Xian quickly sent the villagers away, ensuring that only Diao Yu, herself, and Ping An remained.
Diao Yu set up an array and drew talismans on the open ground, while Nan Xian continued to ask questions about peace and safety.
Do you remember what those two people looked like?
Ping An scratched his face with his fingers and shook his head, "I...I forgot."
Nan Xian's brow twitched, and she asked for confirmation, "Didn't you see clearly?"
He shook his head again, "I saw it clearly, but I can't remember it."
Nan Xian nodded—that's why they used the mask technique.
Situ Ting had explained some practical spells to her, and the mask spell was one of the most common. The target of the spell was usually oneself. It did not literally mean that a mask would appear on one's own face, but rather that others would quickly forget their own face after seeing it, and would have no impression of it when they tried to recall it, and would be unable to describe it in detail.
"Besides asking you to call Ruizhu over, did they say anything else to you?" Nan Xian continued to press.
While glancing at Diao Yu's actions out of the corner of her eye, Ping An carefully answered, "They asked me who I was, whether I knew Ruizhu, and that's all..."
As if sensing something, Diao Yu took a moment to raise her head and gave him a cold, sidelong glance.
Ping An was startled by that look and instinctively shrank back, quickly covering her face.
Diao Yu rolled her eyes at him disdainfully and continued drawing talismans.
The traces of magic are hard to track, and if he is not careful, he may be tracked back by the other party. It would be fine if he were acting alone, but he is afraid that the other party is after Nan Xian. His magic power has not yet recovered to one-tenth of its former level, so he cannot take the risk lightly.
Startled by Diao Yu's words, Ping An seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly said, "Oh—I remember the person who gave me money, his hand was wrapped in gauze, he must have been injured!"
Nan Xian's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "Left hand or right hand?"
"Both hands!"
Both hands were injured and wrapped in gauze... such a feature is indeed rare.
It is indeed a breakthrough point.
With this in mind, Nan Xian felt a little more confident. Just then, Diao Yu finished drawing the talisman.
"So, have you tracked their location yet?"
Diao Yu nodded, but then frowned, looking somewhat troubled. "We did manage to track them down, but..."
Nan Xian asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is it something very difficult?"
“No, it’s just that—” Diao Yu’s ears turned slightly red, her gaze wandered, and her voice grew softer, “that place… is a place of pleasure in the demon realm.”
"A place of pleasure?" Nan Xian was stunned for a second before realizing what this meant, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
It turned out to be the rumored red-light district.
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