Suddenly, a surge of violet flames erupted from Lan Yin's body. With one hand, he grabbed the incoming spike.
I said, you're already injured—do you still want to fight? We've all come over, and you don't even welcome us?
Lan Yin said calmly. At that moment, two figures—one in black, one in white—moved swiftly and pulled the furious man away. He was likely Marshal Hornet, one of the Four Marshals; he looked ready to explode, and both his arms were gone.
You nearly beat me to death, and I'm not angry—so what are you mad about?
Soren Black said softly.
You're asking for death.
As he spoke, Marshal Hornet spat out a mouthful of blood with a wet sound, looking extremely distressed.
Enough, Marshal Hornet, stop causing trouble. First, let's welcome our guests, then get to business.
Marshal Leopard walked over with a stern expression and placed a hand on Marshal Hornet's head.
After the Ten Soul Collectors finished eating, we arrived at the office to the left of Halfway Crossing. A table was already set up. On the left sat the Four Marshals, on the right the Ten Soul Collectors, and I joined them.
I noticed Marshal Hornet's arms showed no sign of recovery. Every so often, green blood still dripped from his mouth. Soren Black and I sat in the center, and Hornet's eyes were locked onto Soren Black with a murderous glare.
Lan Yin, you just said the negotiation needs one more soul. You mean Yu Mingxuan, right?
Marshal Leopard asked seriously. At that moment, the Black and White Impermanence brothers fixed their gaze on me, as if they had something to say. I nodded, and Marshal Hornet suddenly smiled.
Getting anxious, aren't you? You two brothers don't need to put on such an act. Go ahead, I'll pretend I didn't see anything. Our Ninth Hall isn't looking to gain anything here. You'd better settle your business quickly.
Thanks, Marshal Hornet.
Fan Wujiao clasped his fists and bowed deeply. Then Xie Bi'an stood up, shot me a meaningful glance, and I responded. I followed the Black and White Impermanence brothers out of the office.
As soon as I stepped out of the office, I suddenly widened my eyes—I was already standing by the river, at the bridge where Xie Bi'an hanged himself. Seeing all this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
Thank you both, for showing mercy that day.
I looked seriously at the Black and White Impermanence brothers, lowered my head, and spoke.
No need, Zhang Qingyuan. Lord Yanluo King sent us to deliver a message: you need to help us find three people in the world of the living.