After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Suzhou!

Inside the Mingyou Bureau!

A group of people, led by Su Man, sat solemnly at their desks, their lips tightly pressed together, and a heavy silence filled the air around them.

This morning, the Mingyou Bureau received an urgent report from a citizen claiming that a body had been discovered.

Everyone assumed it was the work of the elusive, long-hidden skinner, so they rushed to the scene.

However, when they arrived, they were surprised to find that the owner of the corpse was actually a monk.

At first, everyone thought that the skinner was so arrogant and presumptuous that he dared to attack a cultivator.

However, after a brief investigation, a piece of news that left everyone speechless came out.

The dead monk was very likely the skinner they were so eager to capture.

But the skinner was a Golden Core cultivator. In this city of Suzhou, who could kill a Golden Core cultivator so silently and without causing the slightest disturbance?

Just then, a steady footstep sound came from beside them, and everyone turned around to look.

Yuan Xue, wearing black glasses, slowly walked up from behind, holding a device that was now resting steadily on her two heavy breasts.

"So, do you have any accurate information yet?"

Su Man couldn't wait and quickly asked.

Yuan Xue pushed up her slipped glasses and said seriously, "This man is named Han Jin. He is from Mingfeng District, Jinhai City. His parents died early. He has an older brother and a younger brother. Five years ago, he and his brother joined the Crimson Rose Organization. His brother died at our hands a year ago, so he came to Suzhou City and has been lying low ever since."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the group instantly turned serious, as if shrouded in thick dark clouds.

In particular, the Blood Rose organization mentioned in the conversation is an underground organization that has always been quite troublesome for the Mingyou Bureau.

What Su Man was most worried about at this moment was whether this operation was driven by Han Jin's personal grudges or whether Blood Rose had a hidden agenda against Su City.

If it's the former, the situation might be relatively optimistic, but if it's the latter, it could be much more troublesome, since the Mingyou Bureau has limited manpower and cannot be on high alert all day long.

"Moreover, after examination with instruments, it was found that Han Jin had no fatal wounds, not even a hair follicle was damaged. His cause of death was that his soul disappeared in an instant."

Yuan Xue's voice rang in their ears again.

Upon hearing this, the group frowned and fell into deep thought. From the time they received the report to the time they brought back Han Jin's body, they had indeed not found any external injuries on his body.

"If the soul vanished instantly, it can only mean that the person who did it was at least at the Golden Core stage. Could it be that Lord Su was behind it?"

Someone immediately responded.

"impossible."

Suman immediately denied it.

If it really was her flamboyant brother who did it, he would definitely come to her strutting around and asking for credit.

"Yuan Xue, has the instrument analyzed any other information left at the scene?"

Su Man asked.

Yuan Xue shook her head and said, "That's what I find most strange. Even if the person who made the move was a Nascent Soul cultivator, my instruments would definitely be able to detect any traces. But there was only Han Jin's aura at the scene, and nothing else."

Upon hearing this, a flash of insight crossed Su Man's mind.

She suddenly thought of someone—the black-clad figure she had seen on the surveillance footage last time.

She had been trying to investigate the other party's information, but had no clue whatsoever.

Moreover, Su Changkong had subtly told her that this person was absolutely not to be trifled with, and that even an investigation was out of the question.

Fortunately, Su Man gradually forgot about the incident. However, Han Jin's sudden death has unknowingly led her to associate it with the black-clad figure.

If it was really the other party who did it, then why would they kill Han Jin silently? Could it be that they simply wanted to help Mingyou Bureau?

"Everyone dispersed. Yuan Xue called the Mingyou Bureau in Jinhai City and asked them to arrange some people to secretly observe Brother Han Jin's daily activities to see if he was also related to the Crimson Rose."

Suman gave the instructions methodically.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Yuan Xue nodded in agreement, then turned and hurriedly left.

Immediately afterwards, Su Man slowly walked out of the Mingyou Bureau and arrived at the underground parking garage. She entered the car with practiced ease and locked the door.

Finally, she took out her phone, gently dialed a number, and sent it out.

The crisp ringtone had barely lasted a second before it was quickly answered on the other end.

"Hey! My dear sister, what brings you to call your brother?" Su Changkong's lazy voice came from the other end.

Su Man's pretty face immediately darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Han Jin is dead."

"Who is Han Jin? Does his death have anything to do with me?" Su Changkong asked, slightly taken aback.

"That skinner is dead. His real name is Han Jin, a Golden Core cultivator, and a member of the Crimson Rose organization. He had no fatal wounds, but his soul vanished in an instant."

Su Man remembered that Su Changkong did not know the man's name, and then added that he also mentioned how the man died.

When Su Changkong heard these words again, he sat up straight instantly. He ignored the first part and only heard "blood-red rose".

"Crimson Roses? Do these sewer rats want to set their sights on Su City?"

As Su Changkong said this, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from him.

"Did you kill that Golden Core cultivator?" Su Man asked immediately afterward.

"No, if I had killed him, it would have been on the news long ago," Su Changkong said calmly, his hands behind his head.

"If it wasn't you, who else in Su City could have killed a Golden Core cultivator so silently?" Su Man's words followed immediately.

What Su Man really wanted to hear was about the man in black; she always felt that Su Changkong was hiding something from her.

However, Su Changkong's answer was unexpected.

"To kill a Golden Core cultivator silently, besides me, there are at least five other people in Su City who can do it, but to directly annihilate their soul, there is no one."

Su Changkong said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, Su Man couldn't help but feel slightly startled.

This means that, besides Su Changkong, there are actually five other Nascent Soul Realm experts hiding in Suzhou.

When exactly did Suzhou become such a place teeming with hidden talents?

However, this wasn't Su Man's primary concern at the moment. She then asked, "Su Changkong, is it possible that the person who killed Han Jin was that very person?"

Su Changkong instantly grasped the deeper meaning behind Su Man's words. His expression turned extremely solemn in an instant, and he said in a deep voice, "Su Man, there are some things and some people that you'd better not investigate, let alone make any wild guesses about."

"But he had been hiding in Su City all along, and now he has inexplicably killed Han Jin. I really can't figure out what his purpose is."

Suman said.

"Even if he killed Han Jin, isn't that still helping you?" Su Changkong replied.

"But..." Su Man frowned, wanting to say something more, but was instantly interrupted by Su Changkong's extremely stern rebuke.

"Su Man! No buts! He is someone neither of us can reach, nor someone we can presume to know anything about. You just need to pretend you know nothing about it."

Listening to these stern words, Su Man actually detected a hint of fear in them.

Who exactly is this person who could make Su Changkong feel fear?

"Is he strong?" Su Man's voice was weak and cautious.

Su Changkong fell silent for a moment, and after a long while, he slowly said, "That is the existence that makes me willingly submit."

Even though Su Changkong has now entered the Nascent Soul Realm, whenever he recalls the aura that is deeply imprinted on his soul, he feels like an insignificant ant that can be easily crushed by the other party.

On the other side, Su Man also fell into a slight silence.

The call ended shortly afterward, but my curiosity surged even stronger within me.

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......

It was noon at Shenwu University.

The blazing sunlight poured down on the school grounds without any obstruction, like a soft golden veil gently falling on the energetic young men and women.

Shen Shuchou and Xu Dong walked side by side, their figures closely intertwined, slowly making their way towards the cafeteria.

After entering the cafeteria, the two carefully ordered their food and casually found an empty seat to sit down comfortably.

Xu Dong's eyes were like those of a ravenous wolf that hadn't eaten in a long time, greedily and unscrupulously scanning the girls who passed by.

"Hey! Look at this one, she's not bad looking, it's just a pity that her breasts are a bit too small."

"Wow, she does have big breasts and a good figure, but her face is just so-so."

"But then again, it's all the same when the lights are off at night."

Xu Dong brazenly scanned Shen Shuchou with his burning gaze while constantly poking him with his hand, talking incessantly. His voice was not only loud but also made no attempt to hide it from others.

This immediately drew angry glares from some girls, their fierce gazes shooting like sharp arrows. Even the innocent Shen Shuchou was not spared, and was also glared at fiercely.

"Can you shut up?" Shen Shuchou said helplessly, speechless.

As a result, Xu Dong in front of him actually stopped talking. His pupils trembled violently, as if he had seen someone who terrified him to the extreme, and then he quickly lowered his head.

Shen Shuchou was immediately puzzled. He looked in the direction the man had just been looking and saw a man in a leather jacket standing there.

In front of the man stood a familiar figure—their homeroom teacher, Su Hanxue.

"Do you know that person?" Shen Shuchou tilted his head slightly and asked softly.

"I...don't know...let's eat."

Xu Dong's voice trembled slightly as he hastily denied it.

Seeing Xu Dong's state, Shen Shuchou didn't press him for more information and simply buried his head in his food.

But not long after, an angry shout suddenly came from the other side, instantly attracting the attention of many people.

"Xu Xianwen, my affairs are none of your business."

Humans' innate love of joining in the fun compelled Shen Shuchou to subconsciously turn his head to look.

Su Hanxue's pretty face was full of anger as she glared at the man in front of her and said something fiercely.

Immediately, she stood up abruptly from the chair, and without hesitation, hurried past him and walked quickly into the distance.

Upon hearing the name "Xu Xianwen" and connecting it with Xu Dong, Shen Shuchou instantly understood the connection.

At that moment, the man noticed Xu Dong, who was engrossed in eating. A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he slowly walked towards them with steady, powerful steps.

The leather shoes stomped on the floor, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, each sound like a heavy hammer, striking Xu Dong's heart relentlessly.

Not long after, Xu Xianwen appeared in front of Xu Dong.

He completely ignored Shen Shuchou beside him, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he said, "Xu Dong! Now that you see your brother, you don't even know how to greet him? You weren't like this at home."

Xu Dong's eating motion suddenly stopped, and his whole body involuntarily trembled slightly, as if shrouded in an invisible fear.

Shen Shuchou frowned, just about to say something, when he suddenly heard another clear and melodious voice behind him.

He quickly turned around and saw Chu Siqi wearing a cute little dress. The moment she saw Shen Shuchou, her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

She skipped and hopped towards us, holding a pink lunchbox in her slender hands.