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"Just say the monkey has called for reinforcements."

"Understood!"

Shen Ye put it away and studied it for a while.

—This avatar is quite miraculous, it can even receive messages from the outside world while inside the ring.

"Shen Ye, that Song Qingyun is really formidable. Should we not bother with it and just go back to the Nightmare World to hide?"

The Skeleton asked.

"The matter has been handed over to the big shots to deal with, but we're not in a hurry to go to the Nightmare World."

Shen Ye said, looking down at the longevity lock coiled around his arm.

The longevity lock is intact with not a single crack.

It's likely that the piece from the centaur, the Body of the Earth badge, fooled Song Qingyun and the Evil God behind her.

She believes she's killed me.

Therefore, she must think that Song Yinchen is dead.

But!

Song Yinchen is still alive!!!

—What is Song Yinchen's situation now?

Let's go see!

Shen Ye's physique moved, and he immediately flew up, rushing toward the direction of Hongyin Temple.

...

Main World.

Eternal Science and Technology Union.

This is where Kunlun is located, an institution dedicated to comprehensive research and the betterment of human life through advanced life science.

It is already deep into the night.

The entire building is shrouded in darkness.

Even the dozen levels of cutting-edge biochemical laboratories underground were in a state of maintenance and standby.

In the deepest part of the underground, the last level.

Level five laboratory.

The heavy sealed door opened.

An old man with white hair emerged, standing in front of an experimental table.

On the table were a set of white suit, sunglasses, a box of cigars, a watch, and a pair of light-colored leather shoes.

The old man dressed himself and put on the watch, then spoke with a deep male voice:

"Has the guest arrived yet?"

A soft electronic voice responded:

"Following your instructions, with an urgent summons, we have convened the nearest of the Clan Young Masters."

Holographic imagery appeared.

A young man appeared in the image.

"Yao Yubai."

"The Yao Family, one of the Thirty-six Families, eldest son, and the next to inherit the family leadership."

"The main initiator of the hunt for Shen Ye."
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The old man lit a cigar, took a deep puff, and exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking:

"Where is he?"

The electronic voice responded immediately: "Secret meeting room."

"Hmm."

The old man walked along the long corridor, took the elevator, passed through a few doors, and then through a constantly revolving room until it connected to a certain exit, which he finally walked out of.

On the outside was a secret room.

A young man was already sitting across the table, looking somewhat impatient.

"Kunlun had me come to meet you, but who are you?"

The man asked.

The white-haired elder didn't answer directly but sat opposite him and began saying:

"Yao Yubai, now it is my turn to ask questions, and you will answer. Please note that this is a matter of life and death for the Yao Family."

"The Bao Family was utterly destroyed by the joint forces of the World Government for their refusal to cooperate."

"This marks the beginning of the SSS-grade Catastrophe War."

"Please note, I am not joking with you, you must take every answer seriously."

Yao Yubai chuckled coldly, about to speak, when suddenly he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

He glanced at the message on his phone, and his face turned pale.

"All... dead?"

He said, as if lost in shock.

"Yes, let's start, time is pressing, do not delay." The old man said calmly.

"But I haven't done anything, what exactly do you want to ask me?"

"Tell me about Shen Ye."

"What?"

"Yes, you heard me right, tell me what you know about Shen Ye."

Yao Yubai took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he said:

"The people I sent to participate in the investigation reported that Shen Ye is the black sheep of the Shen Family, notorious from childhood."

"At seven, he killed his first innocent person; at eight, he set fire to a building, which the Shen Family then covered up; at nine, he bullied classmates and caused a teacher to hang herself; by fourteen, he was ruining girls, causing at least fifteen girls to fall into severe depression, one tortured to death, and another three left crippled – he even claimed that Song Qingyun would sooner or later be his."

"Is that all?" The white-haired elder asked.

"Not just me—out of caution, many people sent their own investigators, the information they brought back was even harder to bear." Yao Yubai said.

"Do you have proof?"

"Yes, I've seen the files and the pictures; I even know where those graves are."

"What graves?" the elder inquired.

"A girl he tortured to death is buried in the wasteland of the Western Suburbs of Qingzhou, a desolate place where no one goes. My men searched for a long time to find it—I even went to see it myself." Yao Yubai's eyes reddened.

"Give me the location," said the old man, unemotionally.

"The western side of Dayan Mountain in the Western Suburbs of Qingzhou, toward the territory of the field ridges, and then about twelve hundred meters toward the river, there is a large banyan tree, under which she is buried," answered Yao Yubai.

The elder's gaze shifted.

A holographic image appeared in front of the two instantly.

In the image,

several drones were flying at high speed.

The camera followed this group of drones, as if it were one of them.

The drones flew fast and soon reached a barren area.

"Is this the place?" the old man asked.

"Yes," Yao Yubai pointed at the banyan tree on the screen, "that tree there!"

"Where is she buried?"

"On the left side of the tree, by those wildflowers," he pointed.

"Dig," commanded the white-haired elder.

Three drones descended and slowly transformed, assembling into an engineer robot.

The robot began to dig rapidly.

In just a few seconds,

a large hole appeared on the screen.

There was no body.

There was nothing.

Yao Yubai was stunned, and he slapped the table, saying, "Impossible! I clearly remember that the corpse was right here! I even have a professional autopsy report on this side!"

"I have already seen the report," the white-haired elder said indifferently, "but you only have the report, no tissue samples or specimen-type evidence of the body."

Yao Yubai was speechless for several seconds, his face showing disbelief:

"No... no way..."

The white-haired elder clasped his hands together, staring at him and said, "Be thankful, your family has always had a good relationship with the Song Family, supporting them in everything, so you are still you."

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Yao Yubai said.

"Yesterday, a member of the Song Family, Song An, also died. Originally, only she and the Head of the Song Family remained of their generation. Now, only the Head of the Song Family, Song Qingyun, and Song Yinchen are still alive."

"—Do you know why the members of the Song Family are nearly extinct?" the white-haired elder asked.

"This is impossible, for Kunlun to act against humans, many authorizations are needed! Who would dare to do such a thing!" Yao Yubai said.

"It's not Kunlun."

The white-haired elder took a deep puff of his cigar, saying in a low voice:

"Over the years, the Song Family's members have been withering away—starting from the current Head of the Song Family, not only did his brothers and sisters die off, but their descendants have also successively died in various accidents."

"Impossible! I have been dealing with the Song Family all the time!" Yao Yubai exclaimed loudly.

The white-haired elder frowned.

This man simply wouldn't grasp the situation.

But it doesn't matter.

He's not important.

"One more thing, why did nearly ten thousand people die last year in Pingcheng, under the jurisdiction of the Yao Family? Kunlun inquired into the matter, but was resisted by the collective actions of the noble families," the white-haired elder asked.

"Kunlun released a public announcement, didn't they? It was a chemical material leak," Yao Yubai said.

"That was to cover for you—tell me, what is the real truth?" the white-haired elder said.

"I don't need to tell you."

"Then you will die here, Mr. Yao."

Yao Yubai looked at him, trying to discern whether the other party was intimidating him or being serious.

The expression of the white-haired elder grew colder and colder.

Finally—

"The unruly people in the local area conspired to rebel. We can handle this ourselves, kill one to warn a hundred, and there's no need to involve Kunlun," Yao Yubai snorted coldly, speaking out.

Leaning forward, the white-haired elder asked gruffly, "Who's rebelling? When? Where?"

Yao Yubai said, "The steel smelting plant, the bearing factory, the chemical plant, several major industrial parks, and farms, conspiring to rebel, even preparing various types of weaponry."

"—We had no choice but to strike first!"

"Got evidence?" asked the white-haired elder.

"Several core members of our family responsible for intelligence have made the same judgment, and after two days and nights of discussion within the family, we had to decide to take action!" Yao Yubai said.

The white-haired elder waved his hand.

A holographic image suddenly appeared, showing several names.

—Only names, no people.

"Is it them?"

"Yes, it's my second uncle, third uncle, and cousin. They were in charge of the intelligence work personally," Yao Yubai said.

"Your Yao Family doesn't have these three people, and you don't have the second uncle, third uncle, or this cousin," the white-haired elder said.

Yao Yubai was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter.

"So you're just an employee at a research institute, right? You mean to tell me that you know our family better than I do?"

As if hearing something completely nonsensical, he had no anger but was full of mockery.

The white-haired elder stood up expressionlessly, adjusted his collar, and left with his cigar in his mouth.

"Show him."

Bang.

The door closed.

The white-haired elder had left.

But the holographic image displayed public videos of the Yao Family over the years and the personas who attended various events.

Yao Yubai watched for a while and then sat up straight.

His shirt was gradually soaked with cold sweat.

"Damn it..."

He stared at an opening ceremony of a mall.

He had participated in that opening ceremony as well, and his third uncle and cousin were clearly there at the time.

But watching the video of that scene—

On stage, there was only himself.

No them!

No them!

No them!!!

Outside.

The white-haired elder walked along the long corridor ahead.

At some point.

He tossed his cigar into a bin on the side and sighed, "Why do humans enjoy this taste? No wonder they're headed for extinction."

At the end of the corridor.

A door opened.

The white-haired elder walked in.

In this dark and expansive room, display screens appeared one after another.

"Tally up—"

"The noble families Song Qingyun has dealt with over these years."

The white-haired elder said.

As his words fell.

A dense array of photos and videos appeared on each screen, flickering rapidly.

Every public appearance by Song Qingyun, every social interaction, every trip—any event with a recorded data, was all displayed on the screens.

The white-haired elder watched, falling into silence.

Until a screen presented a conclusion:

"Aside from the Five Great Families, she has had extensive contact with the majority of other noble families."

The Five Great Families...

The white-haired elder understood instantly.

These were the families possessing World Suppressing Divine Artifacts.

Song Qingyun didn't dare to do anything rash; otherwise, if exposed, she would be finished.

Apart from these Five Great Families—

Perhaps...

All had been brainwashed and controlled by her...

Humanity was doomed.

Should humans be allowed to perish like this?

The thought had barely surfaced when it was extinguished.

"Heh... those truly powerful ones should now do something for their own race..."

The old man murmured softly.