"Three".
The image disappeared, and the courtyard became quiet for a moment.
"Brother, what does this mean?" Ruan Tang looked up at the man beside her.
Yan Yu's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his face showing an unyielding seriousness.
He shook his head and said in a deep voice, "It's not certain yet. It could refer to three people, three things, or... three places..."
If it's a person, then it seems like three strangers are about to arrive in the village.
“That black aura…” He frowned, frantically searching through his memories of the apocalypse, but couldn’t recall it for a moment.
He looked at Ruan Tang, reached out and pulled her closer to his chest, comforting her, "Don't worry, Tang Tang, let's call that butterfly back first."
"The metal-based protection I added to it will likely block the corrosion of this black energy. If we encounter it again, it might alert the enemy."
Ruan Tang nodded, agreeing with what he said.
But wouldn't that mean we've lost the trail again?
Yan Yu's heart softened when he saw her worried expression, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
He reached out his large hand, no longer ruffling her hair, but gently stroking her smooth face with his rough fingertips.
“Don’t worry,” his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a reassuring quality, “I have another way.”
After saying that, he closed his eyes, but didn't loosen his grip on Ruan Tang's arm.
The Kun Yuan Golden Soul Technique began to circulate on its own within his body.
A strange feeling welled up inside him; he no longer felt like Yan Yu, but rather like the land beneath his feet itself.
His senses, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently seeped through the soil, bypassed the rocks, and followed the veins of groundwater, spreading precisely in the direction of Han Zhishan's house.
This is a hundred times more covert and domineering than simple mental detection!
Yan Yu's mental power, like an invisible catcher, precisely locked onto Han Zhishan, who was washing his face in the yard.
A wisp of spiritual energy, thinner than a strand of hair, silently emerged from the ground beneath his feet, like an invisible needle, piercing the back of his head with precision and force.
The whole process was over in less than a breath.
Han Zhishan, who was wiping his face with a towel, felt a mosquito bite on the back of his neck. He scratched it but didn't think much of it.
Yan Yu suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his dark pupils.
It's done!
From now on, every move Han Zhishan made, every word spoken in the room, and even the subtle fluctuations in his emotions were clearly presented to Yan Yu's perception, just like reading the lines on the palm of his hand!
This technique is practically tailor-made for him!
Yan Yu lowered his head and looked at the little girl's worried face in his arms, and his heart melted.
He pulled her closer to him, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and steady, with a hint of lazy control.
"alright."
"From now on, not a single hair on his body will escape my notice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yu raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, and the arm holding Ruan Tang tightened instantly.
Ruan Tang immediately noticed his change and was about to speak when she saw him open his eyes.
Those dark eyes held an unfathomable depth of darkness.
He slowly lowered his head, his burning lips almost brushing against her earlobe, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
The voice was low and sticky, as if squeezed out from deep in the throat.
He is talking to someone.
Ruan Tang was taken aback: "With whom?"
Yan Yu's lips curled into a cold and eerie arc.
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