I Can Devour Spirits

After Bai Rong received the secret message through the whistle signal, he replied in the same manner to indicate his understanding.

However, he did not immediately leave Huaying Building but instead tidied himself up before slowly walking out.

He had a cleanliness obsession and could not stand anything dirty; unless everything was cleaned, he couldn’t do anything else.

When Bai Rong walked out of Huaying Building, it was already deep into the night.

Hu Huanhuan managed Huaying Building, allowing him to mostly act as a hands-off shopkeeper, which was why despite his dislike for Hu Huanhuan, he still kept her around.

Bai Rong walked out of Huaying Building, and slowly crossed the street, walking along the shadows of the trees by the roadside, when suddenly at an alley entrance, Bai Rong abruptly used his skills. Clad in white, he swiftly slipped into the dark alley just like a flash of white shadow.

When Bai Rong walked out of Huaying Building, Duan Rong locked onto him with his Divine Sense.

Bai Rong, while inside the building, interacting with the short secret agent hiding not far from Duan Rong in the darkness using whistle signals, was all detected by Duan Rong’s Divine Sense.

However, the meaning of those whistle signals was unknown to Duan Rong.

But in that room on the second floor of Huaying Building, Bai Rong, while grooming himself, mumbled words about Ruan Fengshan and the dinner, which Duan Rong "heard."

After using whistle signals with the secret agent, Bai Rong went out late at night, clearly to undertake some very secretive task, which was related to Ruan Fengshan.

No matter the reasons, Bai Rong’s subsequent actions must be investigated by Duan Rong.

Only now did Duan Rong realize that Xianggu County was already under the control of the Filthy Blood Sect and swarming with secret agents, requiring him to be extra cautious.

Bai Rong utilized his skills to slip into the darkness, and moments later, Duan Rong reached that alley entrance, because at that time a team of patrolling government constables just happened to pass by nearby, and Duan Rong feigned a yawn, pretending to be listlessly strolling into the alley.

The leader of the patrolling constables glanced at Duan Rong, saw a scrawny and huddled beggar, and just ignored him.

Once Duan Rong’s figure was swallowed by the darkness, he suddenly picked up speed. He was already at the True Qi Realm Great Perfection stage, and his Lightweight Skill was exceptionally brilliant. Moreover, with Divine Sense enveloping and locking on, following Bai Rong in the night was no difficult task at all.

Duan Rong followed Bai Rong as he crossed streets and alleyways, only to suddenly see Bai Rong stop beside a tall wall at a certain courtyard.

Duan Rong’s eyebrows slightly furrowed; he was very familiar with that courtyard. It was Wei Yutian’s old residence.

This residence was the site of a major Filthy Blood case, and three years ago, during Shen Yanliu’s tenure, it had already been sealed off by the government.

What was Bai Rong doing at this courtyard on such a misty night?

Just then, a group of black-clad individuals carrying lanterns approached from the corner not far from the tall wall.

Even before this group emerged, Duan Rong’s Divine Sense had already detected them. They were patrolling and keeping guard outside the wall.

When these people saw Bai Rong standing beside the wall, they seemed unsurprised. One of them slowly approached, suddenly stopped, and cupped his fists to Bai Rong, saying, "Sixth Lord, you’re here."

Bai Rong looked at the black-clad man carrying the lantern and smiled, saying, "Ah, it’s Kui! Is it your turn to patrol today?"

"Yes." Bai Rong’s attitude was casual, but that black-clad man was very respectful.

Bai Rong asked, "Have the others arrived?"

The black-clad man said, "The First Lord and the Second Lord have not arrived yet. And Master Xu, the Temple Priest, hasn’t arrived either."

Bai Rong suddenly laughed bizarrely, saying, "Old Xu, with his old limbs, it’s normal to be slow."

After speaking, Bai Rong suddenly leaped up, as light as a leaf, and drifted over the high wall.

The group of patrolling black-clad men saw Bai Rong vault over the high wall and continued on with their patrol.

Duan Rong hid in the shadow not far away, his external Divine Sense already enveloping the vicinity within and outside of Wei Yutian’s old residence.

The defense and patrol setup of this residence was exceptionally tight, with multiple checkpoints and patrols not only around the perimeter but also heavily guarded inside.

This defense strength was not something a deserted and sealed-off residence should have.

The moment the black-clad men carrying lanterns disappeared around the corner beyond the wall, Duan Rong’s figure moved swiftly and silently like a phantom, leaping and landing over the high wall where Bai Rong had just crossed.

Duan Rong touched down softly like a falling leaf, nearly soundlessly, and then moved his figure under the cover of darkness and obscured paths, slowly inching forward towards a certain location.

Bai Rong arrived beside the rockery and pavilion in the backyard, only to see under the dim lantern light, more than ten figures scattered about, sitting here and there.

Three sat inside the pavilion, two sat on the rockery, and a few others sat on the grass in front of the rockery.

There was a burly man with a full beard who, upon seeing Bai Rong, laughed and said, "Look at Little Brother Bai, with that fair and delicate face, truly damn pretty."

As soon as this man finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted.

Bai Rong’s face turned chilly, and he shot a fierce look at that big man.

At that moment, Temple Priest Xu Dongyang, dressed in a Daoist robe, slowly walked over from behind the pavilion. It was still winter, the temperature was cold, and it was evident that heavy cotton clothing was worn under Xu Dongyang’s Daoist robe, puffing up the robe that was originally loose-fitting.

Xu Dongyang walked to the pavilion, sat on a stone chair, and with heavy breaths, poured himself a cup of tea, gulping it down his throat.

Beside the pavilion, a rather plump middle-aged man was sitting on the horizontal beam, looking at Xu Dongyang, and said, "Old Xu, if you can’t manage, perhaps you should come less often. I think twice a month might be too much for you to handle!?"

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