Zhao Yijiu caught his sacrificial short sword and didn't bother to finish off the two red-clothed malevolent ghosts who had lost their ability to resist. Instead, he silently walked over to Yu Xing and glanced at his head.

Yu Xing: "......"

He covered it with his hand and coughed twice. "Don't look. It's not completely healed yet. You'll have nightmares if you do."

"I'm not a child." Zhao Yijiu replied coldly, noticing that the five blood holes had indeed shrunk a lot from the beginning, and no longer bled. Then he looked away. "What ability do you have? Is your brain structure normal? How can you not die from this?"

"Do you want me to die?" Yu Xing wouldn't tell Zhao Yijiu how painful it was to have several holes poked in his head and then have various tissues and bones heal frantically. He suppressed the trembling of his body and laughed with an indifferent tone, as if nothing was different from usual.

"I don't want you to, I'm just curious. Doesn't it hurt?" Zhao Yijiu's voice came from the mask, muffled and emotionless.

But Yu Xing knew that this kid... oh, it didn't seem quite appropriate to call him that. After Qu Xianqing and Zhu Yan grew up, he no longer called them kids in his heart.

He thought for a moment in his mind and had to admit that Zhao Yijiu was a man with strong mental and physical abilities. He himself had a young mentality and considered himself a youth, so he might as well just call him by his name.

However, Yu Xing knew that Zhao Yijiu was not as indifferent as he appeared on the surface. He was probably concerned but didn't want to show it.

He shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."

"What about you? Your right hand is injured like that, it should be quite painful, right?"

He pointed to Zhao Yijiu's right hand, which was injured by the red-clothed brother's blood when Zhao Yijiu pulled him away from Yu Xing. The wound was deep, and in order to prevent his arm from becoming completely useless, Zhao Yijiu did not use that hand again and wielded the sword with his left hand.

"It's fine, not as cruel as you." Zhao Yijiu's expression was blank.

"See, I told you that you still have a long way to go to figure out my details. Weren't you scared just now?" Yu Xing continued to divert Zhao Yijiu's attention and said with a smile, "Also, you must have had a moment just now when you thought I was being too strong and the plan failed, right?"

Zhao Yijiu: "......"

He didn't want to answer, so he tightened the sword and turned to stab the red-clothed brother a few steps away.

The surrounding sounds suddenly seemed to be drawn away, dead silent.

This was the special feature of the sacrificial item, "Stop Killing."

Form: Sharp and pitch-black short sword

This sacrificial item has been fused with "Personality Mask Leng Jiu," with the fusion ability: 1. It contains the characteristic of silence. Upon contact with flesh and specters, it will bring the target's life to silence, causing massive damage. It is passive and requires the sword holder to complete the attack.

2. It creates a silent domain, where all living beings and inanimate objects in the domain are affected by the silence, surrounded by silence in their mental state, resulting in symptoms such as "silencing of thought," "silencing of physical action," and "silencing of life vitality." It can only be used once in a deduction, and after use, the deductionist will become silent and gradually withdrawn.

Description: This is a pitch-black short sword. After it was given to the current owner by the previous owner, it became much stronger overall. It contains a different kind of rule power, even the light must be silenced in front of this sword. It is a deadly weapon for assassination.

Note: This is unique to each person. Your combat talent makes this sword strange and powerful. However... I advise you not to let the previous owner know about this, otherwise, based on my understanding of him, he will definitely grab your face and say, "This is definitely an accident, I'm also very strong!" Then run away when you can't help but want to beat him up.

Ignoring those strange notes, "Stop Killing" is recognized by the system as a powerful sacrificial item.

There are not many sacrificial items that receive this kind of treatment. Even after the deductionist's promotion and differentiation, and the upgrade of the personality mask, there will be a more refined grading system for the already worn sacrificial items, this sword will not be inferior.

The system generously threw out several "powerful," enough to make people realize how awesome "Stop Killing" is.

It should be noted that when Yu Xing borrowed "Stop Killing," he couldn't use ability 2.

He felt sour when he saw the panel of this sacrificial item. The side effects of ability 2 were almost negligible for Zhao Yijiu, unlike his puppet, whose side effects were so great that he still hadn't found a good opportunity to use it.

Who could stand being scolded by a puppet in their ear for several hours!

In scenes where hiding and concealment were needed, this side effect was simply suicidal. He really didn't know how his personality mask could have fused such a thing.

In short, with Zhao Yijiu, who was most compatible with "Stop Killing," this sword was about to finish off the red-clothed brother, who was already dissipating. Once they killed the twin red-clothed brothers, they could go back and buy the items they had set their sights on from the leader.

After that, with the leading points, the deduction would end, and they would be delighted.

However, things did not go so smoothly. Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the younger red-clothed brother, Zhao Yijiu's pupils shrank, and he suddenly lost weight. His whole body was pulled up by an invisible force, floated in the air, and then crashed into the wall behind him.

His back hit the wall, and the intense pain from the impact made Zhao Yijiu's face pale. After falling to the ground, he looked up.

The despondent ghost who had been crouching by the door had just withdrawn his hand, unnoticed by everyone and the ghosts.

Yu Xing first confirmed that Zhao Yijiu was not seriously injured, then turned his gaze to the despondent ghost and let out a sound of unknown meaning.

"Killing the red-clothed in the bar is not good for the bar if it gets out, after all, the red-clothed has a big reputation." The despondent ghost leaned against the door, no longer cowering, but standing tall at its 1.8-meter height. The featureless mask faced the two people sitting on the ground, seemingly looking at something interesting.

Yu Xing sighed. "I didn't expect you, a despondent ghost in gray, to be quite considerate of the green-capturing ghost."

The disheartened ghost nodded, a smile evident in its voice, which, now devoid of sobs and tremors, sounded increasingly like the scholarly and refined tones one might hear on the radio: "Of course, after all, he's a regular, and Green-Capturing Boss is so kind, how could I bear to let anything happen that would tarnish the bar's reputation?"

"He is quite good, at least in the self-praise department. Among all the people and ghosts I've met, Green-Capturing Boss would definitely rank in the top ten." Yu Xing eased his dizziness and climbed up from the ground in a less than graceful posture, patting the dust off his behind, only to smear his hands with blood.

The disheartened ghost did not stop him, but instead expressed surprise: "You've met quite a number of people and ghosts, haven't you?"

"Yes, many." Yu Xing looked at his blood-stained hands, gave up on the idea of straightening his clothes, and turned to the disheartened ghost with not a hint of surprise, clearly having anticipated the current situation. He asked, "I need to kill the red-dressed malevolent ghost, but you won't let me kill her. What do you suggest I do?"

The disheartened ghost pretended to ponder for a moment, then stepped closer: "Why don't you kill me too? That way, there'll be no ghost witness, and you can ignore Green-Capturing Boss's interests, kill and run. How about that, isn't it a great idea?"

Zhao Yijiu also quickly got up, enduring the pain, and rushed to Yu Xing's side, raising his short sword with his left hand to protect Yu Xing.

He could see that Yu Xing was in an extremely weak state and that this disheartened ghost was very strange.

The disheartened ghost pointed to the sword: "Use this sword to kill me, okay?"

Yu Xing laughed and pushed down Zhao Yijiu's sword-raising hand: "Don't, that's so boring. Green-Capturing Ghost Boss definitely wouldn't want to see such an uninteresting event."

"How is it uninteresting?" The disheartened ghost's tone carried a hint of curiosity.

"To kill a ghost that definitely cannot be killed, the outcome is already determined, and you can only gain a little bit of satisfaction that doesn't exceed expectations. How could that be interesting? Since you like Green-Capturing Ghost Boss so much, why not help me answer some questions about it, the ones I haven't figured out yet?" Yu Xing's tone made Zhao Yijiu suddenly realize something, and he silently sheathed his sword, even stepping behind Yu Xing.

The disheartened ghost indeed stopped talking about killing itself and asked, "What question?"

"I just can't figure out why Green-Capturing Ghost Boss, who is so powerful that a flick of his fingers could erase all the living waiters, would deliberately reveal the vending machine clue to me, guess my intentions, and lure the red-dressed malevolent ghost here, only to then prevent us from killing her?"

Yu Xing also feigned thought: "Could it really be that the Boss is so bored that he's reached this level of idleness?"

The disheartened ghost paused, then burst into hearty laughter.

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Its voice was like a clear spring; even in laughter, it was soothing and impossible to dislike.

While laughing, it reached up to lift the mask from its face, pushing it up to its hair, revealing a handsome face that matched its voice.

The pale skin shone with a jade-like luster, and deep green pupils stood out amidst the slowly rising green mist. It—or rather, he, as no one would want to refer to such a ghost as "it"—had his robe dyed in shades of green, transforming from a simple style to an elegant attire, with a pure white circular jade pendant hanging from his belt.

His ink-black hair reached down to his thighs and was tied into a brush shape at the back of his head with a green ribbon, with a few stray strands beside his ears.

This was a ghost in ancient attire, and from this alone, one could imagine how long Green-Capturing Ghost had existed, a true great ghost that had cultivated for hundreds, if not thousands, of years.

His deep green eyes fixed on Yu Xing, and perhaps returning to his original identity, his speech began to carry an ancient charm, somewhat pedantic: "You say I could erase all the living waiters with a flick of my fingers, aren't you framing me? I've thought about it, and I haven't found a way to kill you yet. So, what you said is incorrect."

"If you could find a way, maybe I'd thank you," Yu Xing said sincerely, prompting Zhao Yijiu to glance at him.

Green-Capturing Ghost, upon hearing this, crossed his arms: "You are indeed interesting, guessing my identity and still playing along with me, and daring to insult me as being bored. Aren't you afraid of me at all?"