The Eight Gates of Qi Men Dun Jia are divided into eight gates. The Dead Gate is located in the Southwest Kun Palace, representing the cycle of life and death of all things.

Jiang Qiyun found that the route of this bus had a pattern. When he zoomed in on the satellite map, he realized that the route was in the shape of the Bagua Death Gate formation.

My understanding of Qimen Dunjia is too superficial, I dare not ask too much. Seeing Jiang Qiyun's serious expression, he should face the other party head-on.

Something unknown happened on the China-Pakistan car. Mu Yuqing's transmitted images were interrupted, she should have been taken down by the other party.

We watched in disbelief as the minibus careened onto the sidewalk, smashing into a bus stop sign and finally coming to a halt against a lamppost.

This area is surrounded by construction sites and industrial parks. Many factories have built employee dormitories, and there's also a neighborhood filled with small shops, restaurants, and rental houses.

The guide jumped out of the car and ran towards the construction site. The ghosts drifted aimlessly, finally attracted by some direction, and spontaneously wandered in that direction.

My brother and Da Bao chased after them. I saw plainclothes special police officers jump out of the car, using tactical hand gestures to divide into squads and surround them.

"Leave it to me, I'll handle the ghosts." Jiang Qiyun looked at me, frowning. "Lock your car."

Here I am, stuck in the car again...

Okay, I can't run now either.

As soon as Jiang Qiyun got out of the car, several high-end black cars with square front ends sped up behind us. Lin Yanhuan was driving himself, and his deep gaze swept over me through the windshield, making my heart skip a beat.

A palpable tension filled the air.

He was serious about it.

The Lin family's honor cannot be tarnished, his father's political future doesn't allow for any potential danger, and there must never be anyone or anything out of control around him, Lin Yanhuan!

His eyes were dangerous and still.

Jiang Qiyun glanced at him indifferently, her powerful fingers pinching a seal to summon the City God.

The City God is a local official of a city or town. Calling upon him means the situation here is very serious.

A chill wind was rising, and the icy silence made my skin crawl.

Lin Yanhuan pushed open the car door and got out. He adjusted his suit, making sure everything was perfect from head to toe.

"The man beside Xiao Qiao...is it you?" He walked behind Jiang Qiyun, his tone unruffled.

Jiang Qiyun is now a physical being, Lin Yanhuan can see him.

But he couldn't see the hundreds of shadowy soldiers silently crouching on the ground, waiting for his command.

The bodyguards of the Lin family were almost all special forces veterans who had transitioned to national missions with a heavy aura of killing intent.

The righteousness and killing intent on these soldiers' bodies could, to some extent, intimidate the sinister.

They might feel the chill in the air, but there was no fluctuation in their eyes. Perhaps in these people's beliefs, even if the enemy was a nebulous nothing, they would fight until only one bullet remained.

Because in a soldier's belief, the last bullet is reserved for themselves.

But I can't let them die in vain. There's also Song Wei, who has been longing for that male god she's been thinking about.

They all have families and loved ones, their opponents should be people, they shouldn't get involved in such matters.

I couldn't contain myself, I flung open the car door and jumped out.

"Young Master Lin, may I have a word with you?" I suppressed the anger in my heart and glanced at Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun didn't stop me, just said faintly, "Go back to the car after you're done."

"Hmm..." I nodded.

He walked toward the darkness in front of him, and the surrounding Yin soldiers immediately followed him to search all the houses.

Lin Yanhuan walked up to me and frowned, "Xiao Qiao, is there something you want to say?"

I take a deep breath: “...You shouldn't have brought these people. You forgot your study? And the Haiyan Tower? Even they would get hurt.”

"To be so cautious and hesitant in everything you do? What's the harm in getting hurt or even dying? This is a society with a government and laws, their responsibility is to maintain social stability, is there anything wrong with that?" Lin Yanhuan frowned.

"Yeah, but we can reduce casualties!" I shouted back. "You know some things can't be solved with bullets—"

“Xiao Qiao! This is a place where humans are in charge!” His voice was as cold and severe as ice: “No matter what gods, Buddhas, demons or monsters, they must abide by the rules here! Qingcheng Hospital administrators using patients for experiments, spreading evil practices, and harming their bodies – does that sound official enough? Can officials ignore this?! Ignore it? How do you explain this to the public? Have you been brainwashed by that man?!”

Brainwashing?

Not at all!

"...Xiao Qiao," he exhaled, his tone softening slightly. "I know that the world holds unknowns and mysteries, and I know that heaven and earth are boundless in their creation, but—"

His tone was firm and resolute, brooking no contradiction.

"Here," he pointed at his feet, "This is our country, a society with laws and government. It's not some underworld or afterlife. People protect their own territory, what's the problem? Have you been hanging around with him for too long that your thinking has changed?"

"I..."

I couldn't talk him out of it.

He is not your average rich kid, he is not your average low-key tycoon.

Jiang Qiyun once said that he was a phoenix among men, with the aura of the imperial court and the country—he and his family influenced national fortunes.

Such people, even Heaven and Hell would show them some respect. Even if they carry karmic burdens, who dares to settle accounts with them? A single correct decision made by their family could save millions from peril. How can such merit be calculated?

I don't know how to persuade him. With his lineage, perspective, experience, and power, how could he possibly be persuaded by me?

"Well, well, I won't say any more... You, Young Master Lin, are born into nobility, with distinguished bloodline and boundless freedom! Unlike us common folk who fear incurring karmic debts! Do as you please."

I don't think I've ever been this angry.

Was Lin Yanhuan originally such a terrifying man?

His determination was hardly swayed by external factors. No wonder Lin Yanqin said with a wry smile, "Are my words even useful? You'd probably say they might be."

Any use?

Totally useless.

After careful consideration, he made a decision that was almost flawless and did not allow for anyone else's interference.

I turned around to get in the car and lock the door, trying to calm myself down.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a white figure slowly climbing down from the mangled middle bus.

Mu Yuqing?! What happened to her soul?

She is a living soul! If her soul were destroyed, she would die instantly!

We dragged her into this, there's no reason to abandon her now, I immediately strode towards that direction.

Lin Yanhuan was startled and shouted, "Xiao Qiao, where are you going?!"

"Help!" I sprinted in my maternity dress, the straps hindering my movement.

"Who are you saving! The place of the car accident will be dangerous! Maybe the gas tank leaked!" He thought I was going to save the driver and rushed up to pull my arm.

I struggled for a few moments, but couldn't break free. Helplessly, I pleaded, "My family is in danger! Please, Young Master Lin, just hear me out!"

"Save people but make sure your own safety first!" Lin Yan roared.

I'm about to blow a gasket! How stubborn can this guy be?!

“Young Master Lin, back at Haiyan Pavilion, if I had just pretended to be indifferent, would you still be dragging me here now?”

"Xiao Qiao—"

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