I stared in shock at Zhuge Wu, never expecting the Lieguiren Lianmeng to be such an organization. It became both mysterious and brutal in my mind, and with rules like those, the number of people in the Lieguiren Lianmeng could only dwindle. Didn't this Lieguiren Lianmeng have someone who could control the whole situation? Zhuge Wu looked at me and smiled, saying, "What? Shattered your worldview?" I nodded silently. This kind of thing truly left me at a loss. Even though I hadn't gotten involved, just being exposed to it made me feel that the world wasn't what I had imagined. "Fortunately, I haven't gotten involved," I said calmly. Zhuge Wu smiled and said, "Do you know that besides being Guiduo Zhiming, the Jiyin Mingge has another very special aspect?" "What is it?" I turned to look at Zhuge Wu. "The Jiyang Mingge is the fate of emperors—the cream of the crop, a child of destiny. But the Jiyin Mingge, besides being Guiduo Zhiming, is also the mark of a once-in-a-million rare prodigy in the occult arts. The old man didn't initiate you into the craft precisely because of this. His only wish was to keep you alive. Deep down, he knew very well that it wasn't just ghosts who would come after you—even 'Xuanzhe,' if they learned of your Mingge, would never let you go," Zhuge Wu said. "Xuanzhe?" I sensed something ominous. Zhuge Wu explained, "Yes. Have you heard of the 'Xuanmen'?" I shook my head. Zhuge Wu continued, "It's time. Let's go inside first, and I'll tell you about the 'Xuanmen' when we get back. Remember this: you must never reveal to anyone that you have the Jiyin Mingge, or you won't have any chance of survival." I nodded. As Zhuge Wu told me all this, I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. I had grown up in a coffin, which was already bizarre enough. Then I married a snake demon wife, and now I was exposed to this 'Lieguiren Lianmeng' that defied all reason—and I was still only fifteen, just a child. Following Zhuge Wu into the villa hall of Yu Zhen, I carefully looked at the half stick of incense. It had just burned down to the base, with a few sparks remaining. By then, Yu Mengxuan's mother's soul had already become somewhat translucent, while the family of three was still talking with tear-streaked faces. "Master Zhen, Young Miss, the time has come. I must escort the Madam below. If we delay the hour, the Madam will never be reborn," Zhuge Wu said, directly interrupting their conversation. Yu Zhen nodded and firmly held back Yu Mengxuan, who was again struggling to rush forward, gazing deeply at his wife. His wife looked back at him, her eyes full of reluctance. But they both understood that this parting between life and death was unavoidable. Watching this scene, I thought of when Grandfather had left—wasn't it the same kind of grief and helplessness? I especially understood Yu Mengxuan. She was the most powerless of them all. Seeing her like this made me feel she wasn't so detestable after all……. Zhuge Wu sent off Yu Zhen's wife, and Yu Zhen's grief slowly subsided. He turned and glared furiously at Situ Jin, who lay unconscious on the ground, then suddenly roared, "Someone! Chop this bastard Situ Jin into mincemeat and feed him to the dogs, then kill his entire family!" Two bodyguards rushed in immediately, one of them saying, "Brother Zhen, Situ Jin's background is clear. He's all alone, with no relatives or friends." Zhuge Wu quickly interjected, "Master Zhen, let me kill Situ Jin. I'm afraid you won't handle it cleanly, and his soul might escape."
After the aftershock, he looked at Zhuge Wu and said, "Alright, once he's dead, you come with me." "Thank you, Master Zhen. Please, Master Zhen and the others, step aside for a moment. I use a secret method that shouldn't be exposed." Zhuge Wu gave a foolish grin, took out his phone, pulled over a chair, and placed the phone on it, positioning it directly facing the direction where Situ Jin lay. He adjusted it several times but couldn't get it fixed properly. The aftershock nodded without saying much, led the others out, and closed the door. "I'll hold it for you," I said, walking over. Zhuge Wu shook his head and said, "If you hold it, it'll shake, and they'll definitely know someone else is on the scene. Don't appear on the screen either, and don't say a word." I hummed in acknowledgment, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, knowing he was about to start his live-streamed killing, just like at his place—I couldn't show myself. After securing the phone with several items, Zhuge Wu opened the live-stream icon for the 'Lieguiren Lianmeng' and then picked up a fruit knife from the table and walked toward Situ Jin. His technique was practiced; with just a faint thud, he completely severed Situ Jin's neck. A column of blood sprayed out, staining Zhuge Wu's clothes in a scene of extreme gore. Then he took out a bronze bell and shook it continuously over Situ Jin's head, chanting an unintelligible incantation while his left hand set down the fruit knife and drew a peach wood sword. Within less than a minute, a dark shadow slowly gathered at Situ Jin's head. Zhuge Wu slashed at it a few times with the peach wood sword, and the shadow vanished into thin air. Throughout it all, Zhuge Wu never said a word to the camera. I looked at the phone screen—there were over a dozen viewers, all excitedly cheering and egging him on, with virtual gifts flooding in nonstop. They seemed to really enjoy watching this kind of real murder live-stream. After finishing everything, Zhuge Wu clasped his fists toward the screen, held up the head and waved it in front of the phone for a close-up, then turned off the live-stream and chuckled, saying, "Done!" "Do you have to cut off the head?" I said, stunned. I still found this kind of scene deeply repulsive. Zhuge Wu said, "It's for the aftershock to see. Otherwise, he won't believe Situ Jin is really dead." "You're underestimating the aftershock. Can't he tell whether someone's dead or not?" "Heh, you wouldn't understand this. Do you know why ancient executions were done by beheading at noon?" "Why?" "Because at noon, the yang energy is at its strongest, and beheading severs the connection of the three souls, preventing the criminal from being reborn after death, and the soul gets scattered by the yang energy." "Is that true?" "It's fake, just superstition, but the aftershock believes it." Zhuge Wu said as he walked toward the door and opened the villa's main entrance. The aftershock and his four men stood outside. Zhuge Wu smiled and said, "Master Zhen, it's done. Leave the body out in the sun for an hour, and there won't be any lingering worries." The aftershock nodded, waved his hand, and two bodyguards rushed inside. Then he said to Zhuge Wu, "Zhuge Wu, from now on you'll take Situ Jin's place and follow me. I'll ensure you wealth and honor beyond measure." Zhuge Wu grinned and said, "Thank you, Master Zhen. This job costs one million, and I want it right now."