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Ah, ah, ah!
Help!
Daddy, I’m your daughter! Ah, ah, ah!
Zuo Ci sat high atop the villa's rooftop. With a flick of his hand, he cast a binding barrier, isolating the horrific screams from within the villa.
The Yatengu had invaded Abe Masamune's soul, and after being absorbed by his Wan Hun Fan, he had learned quite a few valuable things. His fingertips traced a black star formation in the air as he casually tossed a strand of black hair into the array.
This was the signature spell of the Abe Family: Huo Zhao. It was said that on both sides of Huang Quan bloomed blood-red Bian An Zhi flowers, appearing from afar like a burning path. This road leading to Huang Quan was also known as the Path of Fire, where the souls traversing it could reflect upon their past lives in their final moments. The method of Huo Zhao was similar!
However, it also possessed a hidden technique: remote spying. It was akin to the Guan Shan River spell. By using the fur and blood of the target one wished to observe, one could gain insight into their current situation.
Oni Yama had been taken by Zuo Ci. Abe Masamune had perished completely. Zuo Ci did not believe that these onmyoji from the Abe Family had not left behind any countermeasures. They should retaliate immediately, right?
Could Mayor Chen survive? Zuo Ci was quite curious about that.
Suddenly, the star formation erupted with a radiant Light Screen.
Within the Light Screen, it displayed Mayor Chen working late at the Government Building with his female secretary. From Zuo Ci's perspective, it seemed like they were engaged in some sort of game.
It was evident that the secretary was putting in a lot of effort. Zuo Ci pursed his lips and swiped his fingers, switching to a wide-angle view. The entire scene of City Hall came into focus. Some staff members were still burning the midnight oil, diligently typing away at their keyboards and tirelessly flipping through documents.
Zuo Ci knew what these creatures were called. They seemed to be referred to as Niu Ma, if he remembered correctly. Inside the Security Bureau, two old security guards took turns on duty. Currently, there was no sign of any disturbance.
No one was coming? No retaliation? This didn’t seem right! It was completely inconsistent with the narrow-mindedness of Easterners. Zuo Ci looked at the Light Screen in surprise.
Wait! Behind the sleeping guard in the Security Bureau, it appeared that shadows were writhing. From within the darkness emerged a short figure, entirely cloaked in black. The shadowy figure held a short blade and gently slid it along the guard's throat.
Was this a ninja? Zuo Ci's expression turned intrigued. It seemed these guys were finally taking action! Excellent!
Zuo Ci clapped his hands and laughed heartily.
The sleeping security guard had no idea how he met his end, his life extinguished in an instant. The guard on duty beside him employed the same technique. A sharp dagger pierced through his neck with incredible speed, striking true.
The dagger appeared to be specially crafted; it penetrated flesh without a single drop of blood splattering out. Moreover, after the guard fell, his body remained upright, his head still intact, yet his complexion turned pale as if he were a puppet, standing there in silence.
It was an exquisite display of assassination skills. After completing their task, the ninjas, clad in dark attire, sprouted wings from their backs and glided smoothly along the ground.
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