My Silly, Sweet Wife

Upon hearing Situ Jingtian’s words, the white fox didn’t dare make a sound.

”Yes,” it agreed timidly, placing Qin Muge into the well.

Meanwhile, Ye Guichen, having rescued Shen Lang and his group, was seen as a benefactor by them. After expressing their gratitude profusely, they took him back to the Heavenly Patrol.

Besides wanting to thank Ye Guichen, Shen Lang had another thought.

After all, Ye Guichen’s formidable cultivation was something Shen Lang had never witnessed before.

Especially the sudden appearance of that little black dog, which was so fierce that its few barks seemed to kill all those black cats.

It was simply inconceivable.

As a Golden Bell of the Heavenly Patrol, Shen Lang had naturally heard of some other cultivation systems.

Aside from those who practiced conventional cultivation like them, there were apparently some extraordinary individuals.

Not only were they able to control certain beasts, but they also seemed capable of controlling ghostly entities.

Many people referred to these individuals as practitioners of the Demon Path.

Of course, Shen Lang also considered Ye Guichen to be a practitioner of the Demon Path.

Even among those who follow the Demon Path, there are distinctions between good and evil.

Here, the term ”Demon Path” doesn’t truly indicate demons but refers mainly to Daoists.

The magic within the Daoist teachings is endless, and some evil cultivators don’t cultivate themselves but instead specialize in practices that enhance their power by relying on external objects.

But in any case, Ye Guichen saved them, and with Ye Guichen’s skills, he might be able to help them solve the current case in Dragon City.

Ye Guichen already had no fondness for the Demon Clan and coincidentally wanted to gather intelligence in Dragon City. Knowing Shen Lang’s identity, Ye Guichen didn’t refuse and followed them to the Heavenly Patrol.

Upon arriving at the Heavenly Patrol, Shen Lang asked Ye Guichen to wait for a moment, then proceeded directly into a small building.

Shen Lang found his superior, a Silver Bell of the Heavenly Patrol, Yang Huai’an.

”Boss, I’m back,” Shen Lang said upon seeing Yang Huai’an.

It was evening, and as a Silver Bell, Yang Huai’an commanded about a hundred Golden Bells, who were all dispatched around Dragon City to patrol.

Though he didn’t need to patrol himself, he had to stay at the Heavenly Patrol, constantly overseeing the situation in Dragon City, ready to act should any emergency arise.

Just half an hour ago, Yang Huai’an received a message from the inner city of the Imperial City stating that the Second Prince Qin Muge had gone missing, and he was instructed to immediately dispatch people to investigate.

Yang Huai’an stood before the table, on which lay a map of Dragon City.

His brows tightly furrowed, he stared at the map but was at a loss.

If Qin Muge couldn’t be found, or if only his corpse was found, Yang Huai’an knew the whole Heavenly Patrol would undoubtedly be questioned.

Further, his superior, the Golden Bell, and possibly even the inspector might get implicated.

Upon hearing Shen Lang’s words, Yang Huai’an slowly lifted his head, his gaze falling upon Shen Lang, recalling his thoughts: ”Weren’t you patrolling outside? Why have you returned now?”

Shen Lang dared not delay and recounted the previous events in detail.

”What? There were black cats appearing? Moreover, several people were injured or killed?” Yang Huai’an’s expression suddenly darkened: ”Did you catch the culprit?”

Shen Lang shook his head with a wry smile: ”There was no culprit. From start to finish, it was only the black cats. If not for Mr. Ye, we’d all likely be dead tonight.”

”Who exactly is Ye Guichen?” Yang Huai’an asked, puzzled.

He had never heard of the name Ye Guichen.

It seemed that even within the Daqian Dynasty, this person was unheard of.

If someone had such abilities, it was impossible not to have heard about it.

Shen Lang also had only partial information: ”I don’t know much about Mr. Ye, but the techniques he used to kill those black cats strongly resembled legendary Daoist magic.”

”Daoist magic?”

”Yes, boss, that’s why I wanted to bring him back. On one hand, to thank him for saving our lives, and on the other, if his identity is clean, perhaps he could join the Heavenly Patrol. You know, boss, our current situation isn’t looking optimistic, and if we rely solely on ourselves to find clues, it might be very difficult.”

Speaking this, Shen Lang moved closer, whispered: ”But recently I uncovered a little information. Initially, I wanted to confirm the matter before telling you, but now with the danger, I’d rather share it with you just in case something happens to me.”

”What is it?” Yang Huai’an asked, frowning.

Shen Lang replied, ”Boss, you know my home is in East City. A few days ago, when I returned home from night patrol, I passed by an old, abandoned mansion. I didn’t think much of it initially, but I accidentally overheard someone talking. Moreover, I vaguely heard the word ’Imperial Family.’ I didn’t pay much attention then, but upon reflection, it seems a bit suspicious. I originally intended to investigate further, but who would have thought we’d nearly die tonight.”

”Abandoned mansion?” Yang Huai’an asked, puzzled: ”Are you suspecting there’s someone hiding there?”

Shen Lang shook his head: ”Boss, I’m not certain. I wanted to verify before saying anything, but now it appears we mustn’t overlook any possible suspicious locations.”

”Alright, bring Ye Guichen in,” Yang Huai’an gestured, instructing.

Shen Lang nodded and went to bring Ye Guichen in.

After Ye Guichen entered, Yang Huai’an didn’t speak but carefully scrutinized him.

Then, suddenly, he released a pressure from his body, directing it towards Ye Guichen.

As an eighth-level Foundation Establishment strongman, Yang Huai’an, having reached the rank of Silver Bell, naturally had impressive skills.