Dead...?

24th April, 2026!

As Wang Xiao approached the abandoned villa that served as his temporary stronghold, the air was thick with the night's unresolved mysteries. The villa's silhouette against the morning sky, seemed to echo with the secrets it housed.

Yin Yue's voice, usually so certain, carried a note of doubt. [I think there's something off about that flower girl.]

Wang Xiao's brows arched in mild surprise. "You took this long to figure that out? Is she the one we've been searching for?"

Yin Yue's response was tinged with skepticism. [I'm not sure... The energy traces we've been following are of a powerful hell spirit, but her... she's an.... I can't say for sure if they're the same.]

"Next time, we'll ask her directly," Wang Xiao resolved, his voice firm with determination.

As they reached the entrance of the villa, a mutual understanding settled between them. Yet, that resolve was abruptly shaken when Wang Xiao pushed open the door.