I Can Devour Spirits

Tang Wanhong glanced at Xiong Yi’s head, where a filthy felt hat sat above him. Truth be told, if you looked at his features, you might vaguely recognize that he was a handsome young man. But he was so disheveled and always drunk, reeking of alcohol and stench, causing everyone to avoid him.

Perhaps, deep down, everyone has an abyss.

Tang Wanhong originally encountered him by chance in the marketplace.

That day, he went to a shop to take care of business, when suddenly several ruffians on the street started harassing a local woman.

The people on the street all looked on indifferently.

Napping on the street, wearing tattered clothes, Xiong Yi suddenly sprang into action, knocking those ruffians onto the ground. The woman fled in panic, without even thanking him.

Xiong Yi didn’t mind at all and continued to nap on the street.

When Tang Wanhong finished his business and left, he found Xiong Yi still lying there.

He thought for a moment, then strolled over.

Tang Wanhong crouched down and tapped Xiong Yi. ”Hey! I’ve got a bodyguard job for you. Would you like to do it?”

He had already seen Xiong Yi’s action earlier; he was quite skilled and seemed to have a sense of justice. He felt that such a person was more reliable than the motley crew recruited from Jianghu.

Xiong Yi glanced at him coldly. ”I need to drink every day.”

As soon as Xiong Yi spoke, Tang Wanhong already smelled the heavy scent of alcohol. He hesitated slightly. ”How much do you drink every day?”

”I drink constantly.”

Tang Wanhong stood up, speaking coldly, ”A drunkard is just a waste!”

”I’ve never been drunk in my whole life.”

”Really?” Tang Wanhong looked at Xiong Yi suspiciously and said, ”Then let’s go, I’ll treat you to a drink.”

Xiong Yi immediately jumped up from the wall corner.

That day, in the restaurant, Xiong Yi drank three big jars of strong liquor, his face not red, his breath steady, and spoke without stuttering.

From that day on, he became Tang Wanhong’s bodyguard.

Tang Wanhong looked at Xiong Yi and asked, ”The person who intruded into the garden earlier, who do you think they are?”

A thoughtful light flashed in Xiong Yi’s eyes under the brim of his hat, and he answered in a low voice, ”It could be the Filthy Blood Sect people...”

”What?!” Tang Wanhong’s face visibly twitched.

Xiong Yi then explained the feeling that trapped him momentarily in a Different Space to Tang Wanhong.

The only thing Xiong Yi knew was that the Filthy Blood Divine Skill was mysterious and unfathomable. Therefore, he guessed that what had instantly trapped him in a Different Space was most likely the Filthy Blood Divine Skill.

Tang Wanhong got up and paced back and forth in the room.

He hadn’t expected this affair to involve the Filthy Blood Sect.

Because of certain officials’ special habits, several women had indeed been killed in this garden, and he had let Guan Kui dispose of the bodies.

He knew well that the Filthy Blood Sect’s cultivation method often involved dealing with the bodies of young women.

Perhaps they followed the trail of the female corpses here.

It is possible that they suspected Shen Garden to be one of the Filthy Blood Sect’s bases and ventured to investigate.

If that’s the case, it’s good, at least they’re not targeting their secrets.

Tang Wanhong suddenly turned around, looking at Xiong Yi, and said, ”I’ll head to the city in a bit. I need to discuss this matter with Mr. Shen.”

Xiong Yi said, ”Then I’ll go with you.”

Xiong Yi is Tang Wanhong’s bodyguard; he typically follows Tang Wanhong wherever he goes.

Tang Wanhong said, ”No need. The garden is quite restless. You stay here and keep an eye on the happenings in the garden.”

”Yes!” Xiong Yi lowered his head and said.

Before long, Tang Wanhong took a small sedan chair out of the garden.

Xiong Yi leaned over and lay on top of a roof somewhere, watching Tang Wanhong’s sedan disappear into the dark night, then suddenly turned his head, his eyes emitting a bright cold light in the darkness.

After Duan Rong and the others finished eating, they each went to rest.

Today, having traveled and climbed mountains, they were quite weary.

Xiao Yu was already asleep, but Duan Rong sat cross-legged at the headboard, feigning sleep.

He felt the garden was quite strange and kept his Divine Sense spread nearby, not daring to relax his vigilance.

At that moment, not far from the room they were staying in, a shadow suddenly darted into a bamboo grove and then jumped over the tall courtyard wall.

It was a man in black, his face covered, with his head wrapped in black cloth as well.

When Duan Rong captured that man in black with his Divine Sense, he learned from the earlier mistake of not immediately inspecting Shen Mizi, and directly used Divine Sense Penetration to see through the black cloth covering the face.

Duan Rong thought in his heart, surely it couldn’t be that girl Shen Mizi again?

Duan Rong ”saw” that person’s face clearly. His heart stirred slightly, and his eyebrows knitted together.

”Xiong Yi? It’s the man wearing a felt hat.”

This person has such a mysterious trail, and changing attire in the deep of night to sneak out of the garden clearly indicates some kind of secret.

Duan Rong hesitated slightly, glancing at Xiao Yu sleeping beside him, but still gently opened the window, and like a wild cat, utilized his body technique and leaped out of the room.

This man is Tang Wanhong’s person; he’s genuinely curious, about what he intends to do by going out late at night?

In the pitch-black night, all around was silent.

Xiong Yi moved swiftly, sneaking through the night!

Duan Rong used his body technique, like Death himself, trailing far behind.

Under the lock of Divine Sense, Duan Rong bit down on him from afar.

Duan Rong’s body technique and Lightweight Skill are far superior to his, and with such a distance, Xiong Yi cannot detect him at all!

Duan Rong’s form flickered like fallen leaves, ghostly rushing through the pitch-black night...