Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, "That's fine!" In fact, the Songhai branch did have the Hongluan Star Official, and it was handled by members of our own team, which would save some expenses. It's just that Mr. Qian didn't care much about it. "Good, I'll reply to her right away," Shé Lingxi said with a bright smile. Zhang Yuancheng was immersed in his own thoughts, wondering whether his aunt might also be a Lingjing Traveler. Otherwise, how could one explain the little one's constant reliance on her? After all, she was merely a gynecologist—wasn't there something inherently maternal about her nature? Zhang Yuancheng tried to recall specific details from the past, searching for subtle clues in their daily lives, yet for some reason, he could only remember that the little one particularly favored his aunt. All the other details simply slipped away. If his aunt indeed was a Lingjing Traveler, then she must have been hiding an exceptionally deep secret. The Long Group, the Super-Powered Agents, oh my God, this is absolutely a horror story... Zhang Yuanqing kept glancing at the sedan, noticing that his aunt was also looking at him. Their eyes met across the window, and Jiang Yubei smiled gently, revealing her charming little虎teeth. Is she now silently mocking me? Zhang Yuanqing had already started daydreaming. Xie Lingxi replied to the message and bounced over to him, saying, "Brother Yuanshi, the Palace Master will be coming soon—we haven't seen each other in a while." Only then did Zhang Yuanqing snap back to reality, "I haven't seen her either in a long time." At the same time, an idea formed in his mind: should he use his eccentric hypnosis technique to probe his aunt, to find out if she too is a Lingjing Traveler? Although he could ask her directly in front of Fu Qingyang, who was watching, that would mean making a formal demand—yet his aunt knew he was a Lingjing Traveler and had been deliberately concealing it all this time. Perhaps there was some reason behind it. A few minutes later, a crimson cloud drifted into the tunnel—formed by a rushing tide of countless red threads. The fine, intricate red strands settled upon the ground, transforming into a young woman dressed in a magnificent red long gown, wearing a silver mask that covered her entire face. The gown was richly embroidered with golden cloud patterns on her chest and sleeves. She resembled an ancient fairy stepped out of a painting, as elegant as a refined lady from a noble household. Though she knew it was a jest, a woman who disliked a man would never treat him this way. And a woman of such extraordinary beauty, who neither disliked Yuan Shi—the captain—nor enjoyed playing coy and flirty with him, was simply unbearable. As for the young green tea girl, she could only be furious but dared not speak. Zhang Yuan smiled gently, "Then, if the Lady of Zhishai is pleased, that's all." The Lady of Zhishai turned to Fu Qingyang, her tone now cool and composed: "Each of them will pay five thousand. I guarantee they'll never remember this day. The relatives of the deceased will pay the same." Fu Qingyang nodded, his voice calm. "That's very reasonable." "Tell them the tunnel collapsed. They were survivors, rescued by security personnel. The others were unfortunately killed." Immediately, the Lady of Zhishai walked over to the six survivors nearby, raised her snow-white wrist, and with a delicate, slender hand gave a crisp snap of her fingers—the six people shivered and went into a state of dazed stillness. Her clear, pleasant voice, emanating from beneath her mask, came through: "Look at me!" "Six mechanical figures turned their heads, blankly gazing at the Master of Zhishi Palace." "The inner-ring tunnel collapsed, and you were buried beneath the rubble. It was the security personnel who organized rescue efforts to save you—all others perished." The Master of Zhishi Palace's tone grew somber and hazy. "Repeat my words exactly." The six figures stared blankly, mechanically repeating: "The inner-ring tunnel collapsed, we were buried beneath the rubble, it was the security personnel who organized rescue efforts to save us—all others died." Upon finishing, their eyes grew resolute, as if they had indeed experienced the collapse and were only recently rescued by the security personnel. "Excellent!" Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction. With the aftermath largely settled, Zhang Yuanqing said, "Master, shall I head home now?" Fu Qingyang gave a slight nod. He had no request for the Master of Zhishi to hypnotize Yuan Shi's aunt. While the existence of the Lingjing Travelers remained confidential, that confidentiality was primarily aimed at the general public. Some special groups have the right to be informed—such as official clerical staff, a small number of security officers and officials, and the families of the spiritual travelers. Zhang Yuanqing first said goodbye to his teammates, then turned to the Master of the Halt-Death Palace and said, "Master, I have a matter that I'd like to ask you." He pointed to his aunt's car parked not far away. The Master responded with a composed "Hmm." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled in relief, opened the car door, and gently carried his drowsy aunt out. It was now eleven o'clock at night. Jiang Yu E, who had just endured a thrilling escape within the Little Red Hat world, felt her tense nerves unwind upon returning to reality, and waves of fatigue washed over her. She mumbled, burying her head in her nephew's arms, and murmured drowsily, "Let's go home to sleep." "We'll be home right away," Zhang Yuanqing softly replied, carrying her toward his own car left behind in the tunnel. As the Master was about to follow, Fu Qingyang suddenly interjected, "Master, please wait—there are still three more people." He looked at the team members except Guan Ya and said, "Could the Palace Master please hypnotize them and make them forget about the relationship between Yuan Shi and that woman?" Zhang Yuanqing in the car was momentarily at a loss for words—now even more diligently eliminating potential threats, it was clear that his leader truly cared for him deeply. The Palace Master glanced at Fu Qingyang and smiled gently, "You clearly hold Yuan Shi in high regard. But hasn't Fu Elder considered how I'm supposed to forget about their relationship?" Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "That's his responsibility." Impliedly, he left it to Yuan Shi to figure it out himself. The Palace Master laughed softly, then proceeded to hypnotize the three team members, making them forget the series of intimate gestures between Yuan Shi and the beautiful young woman in the car just moments before. ... At night, the soft yellow glow of the streetlights spread across the city streets. Zhang Yuanqing drove aimlessly through the Songhai urban area. After driving randomly for half an hour, he parked the car and turned to say, "Palace Master, could you please hypnotize her for me?" "Thinking it over, he added, "Everyone always answers the same way." The Master of the Halt-the-Death Palace glanced at Jiang Yu'e, who was slumped in the back row, snoring loudly, and smiled. "What would you like to do?" "Something personal," Zhang Yuanqing said. The Master didn't press further, lightly tapping Jiang Yu'e's smooth forehead with her fingertip. "Wake up!" Jiang Yu'e shot upright, opened her eyes, and her bright gaze now appeared vacant and listless. The Master smiled. "What would you like to ask?" Zhang Yuanqing paused, then spoke softly. "Whether she is a Spirit Realm traveler." The Master nodded, gazing steadily at Jiang Yu'e. "Are you a Spirit Realm traveler?" Jiang Yu'e remained expressionless, her tone wavering. "No... not exactly." Not exactly? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned—this answer didn't match his expectations. If Jiang Yu'e isn't a Spirit Realm traveler, then how to explain her little, lively one calling her mother? In an instant, he turned to the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace and said, "Master, I've heard that the Fate Keeper possesses the ability of 'nurturing.' You're an expert in this area. I'd like to know how to make an infant spirit particularly close to a regular human being." The Master of the Stop-Killing Palace, her voice clear and cool, replied, "A night-wanderer or a musician, or someone who has absorbed the essence of either." She glanced at Jiang Yu E, saying, "Wang Qian's cousin has been especially close to her?" Zhang Yuanqing nodded. The Master smiled immediately, "Perhaps she possesses tools associated with either a musician or a night-wanderer. If it's the latter, you, as a night-wanderer, would certainly notice it. Since she doesn't have such tools, then it must be tools belonging to a musician." "It's impossible!" Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "She simply can't have such tools." "You don't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist," the Master chuckled lightly. "Don't be so decisive. Think carefully—has she had any opportunities to interact with other spiritual realm travelers, "Opportunities to interact with the spiritual realm travelers... Zhang Yuanqing recalled his mother, whose late father was a night-wanderer deity, while his mother clearly knew of the existence of the spiritual realm travelers and had maintained consistent contact with them. Perhaps she once gifted his aunt something—like a nurturing device that ensured a 100% successful cesarean delivery? Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: "Thank you for the reminder." Then he silently watched the Master of Zheng Sha. You may now leave! "Oh, I'm sorry. As the inheritor of this tradition, I haven't done a good job—this is my fault." Uncle sighed. "What does this have to do with you? The family's failures always like to paint themselves as golden." Zhang Yuanqing entered the password and opened the security door. The living room was bright with light. Grandparents and Uncle and his wife sat on the sofa, looking worried, the atmosphere tense. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, the family turned to look. "Yu?" Grandmother suddenly stood up, displaying a surprising agility for her age, and hurried over. "There's a collapse in the inner ring tunnel. She's trapped there and was just rescued by the security officers," Zhang Yuanqing explained. "I and Guan Ya have been on site, actively involved in the rescue efforts." He described the situation vividly, following the hypnotic instructions of the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace, and mentioned that his brother was also there. As for whether anyone would eventually discover the truth, he wasn't concerned at all. Since Fu Qingyang has already set the tone for this matter, the official stance will inevitably be unified, and as the police chief of Kangyang District's Public Security Bureau, Brother-in-law will naturally receive the notification. "That's good, that's good..." Grandma checked her daughter's condition while complaining, "How could a perfectly fine tunnel suddenly collapse? It must be a shoddy, substandard project." Grandma was deeply dissatisfied with the current state of affairs. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Grandma, I'll first take Aunt back to her room, and then you and Grandpa rest early." He carried Aunt into her room, removed her shoes, covered her with the blanket, and then returned to the living room, where he comforted both Grandpa and Grandma together before going back to his room to sleep. ... The following morning, after solidifying Aunt's statements, Zhang Yuanqing took a taxi to Fu's villa. Why don’t you buy a car? Taking taxis all the time isn’t exactly ideal—no, once you own a car, you’d have to drive yourself. Hiring a driver would be too much hassle. Taking taxis is still the most convenient option… Zhang Yuanqing summoned the Blood Rose and placed a little red hat on her. In the Blood Rose’s previously cold gaze, fury and wildness surged instantly, her pupils turning golden. Her body swelled, bursting her clothes, golden spines of hair like steel needles sprouting from her skin. Two sharp animal ears grew atop her head, her lower face elongated into a wolf’s muzzle, and her toes and fingers transformed into black, sharp claws. In an instant, she became a golden-furred wolf-man, standing four meters tall. The molten lava flowing from her interlocking fangs was no longer saliva, but hot, flowing magma. “Aaaahhh!” The golden wolf roared skyward. Zhang Yuanqing carefully sensed the Blood Rose’s spiritual essence, her brow slightly furrowed. If a shade is a well-behaved puppet, then after transforming into a wolf-man, she has become a fierce, bloodthirsty, and hard-to "After transforming into a werewolf, the spiritual essence of a ghost corpse also becomes contaminated. With repeated exposure, the ghost corpse gradually transforms into a werewolf and eventually loses control..." Zhang Yuanqing quickly identified the drawbacks of this artifact. Then, he silently communicated with the imprints within his consciousness, projecting a portion of his will into the body of the blood rose, taking over this physical form. Immediately, a strong, contaminating will began to erode the spiritual essence, rapidly undermining his rationality. Zhang Yuanqing swiftly withdrew his will, gritting his teeth—seeming that controlling a ghost corpse was no different from his own werewolf transformation; the mental contamination remained unchanged. Subsequently, he tried the fire-poison and the "Blazing Flame" skills of the flame magic wolf, which differed from the fire wielded by the fire mage. The wolf's flame came with a pungent, intensely toxic smoke. The flames resembled phosphorus bombs—once ignited, they clung like an unrelenting parasite, difficult to extinguish. The fire-poison skill, in particular, nearly proved fatal. Its toxicity was both potent and aggressive; upon the wolf's claws cutting through flesh, the poison immediately burned out cells and spread rapidly. "A 4-tiered enchanting spirit is doomed against it, while a 5-tiered one stands a good chance of victory." After the test, Zhang Yuanqing was highly satisfied with the wolf's combat prowess. He immediately retrieved the Little Red Cap and placed it in his inventory. The Rose of Red quickly resumed her human form, her bare, graceful body revealing beautiful curves under the sunlight. The previously cold gaze in her eyes now carried a subtle, barely perceptible intensity of fierce determination. At that moment, Li Chunfeng stepped out of the villa. "I've got some news regarding your matter—no close-combat specialist available, and no top-tier artifact at the Saint's Realm level. If you absolutely insist, you can go yourself." He said. "Go yourself?" Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. "How so?" Li Chunfeng shook his head. "I can't quite explain it—once you go, you'll know." Then he added, "I know a master artisan who doesn't belong to the official ranks or the spiritual realm families. She runs a shop specializing in artifacts and operates a local black market. If you wish to purchase items, you can visit her yourself." "There's no equipment that meets my requirements, and now you're asking me to go personally? I'll go, and then I'll have it?" Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes. Li Chunfeng shrugged, "She said exactly that. If you'd like to go, I can give you a token—just present the token to enter the shop, no need to register your identity. In fact, you can even wear a mask." If the powerful figure behind her truly is Ling San Yue, then this is a golden opportunity. As for safety, I can send a group of shadow corpses to scout ahead—given that we're protecting Brother Bing, this level of risk isn't much to worry about." Zhang Yuanqing said. "Very well. Here's the token."