Feng Ruoxing was the first to object, "Wouldn't that be too dangerous? Once you enter the story, you'll become an ordinary person. What if… what if someone tries to harm you?"

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the cubs?" I said in a deep voice, "If we can't even handle the first story, how can we talk about finding Qiao Gongliang's Earth Soul?"

"If I'm not mistaken, killing through stories is Qiao Gongliang's method. Being able to break open a story will at least allow us to be prepared when facing Qiao Gongliang."

I looked at Ye Yang and smiled, "Take all my equipment. My life is in your hands."

"But…" Feng Ruoxing wanted to object further, but I waved my hand and said, "I have no choice. This story involves the authorities. Warlocks don't fight with the government. It wouldn't be difficult for me to shake off the police, but I'm afraid that after I do, the story will have infinite variables. In the end, it might even develop into me being wanted by the police."

"If that happens, I won't have time to break the situation."

What are warlocks afraid of? Being wanted by the government is definitely one of them. Even in ancient times, warlocks were unwilling to be wanted by the government. Not to mention that once a warlock is on the wanted list, their own being would be impacted by the dynasty's Qi, making it difficult to use secret methods.

Just the fact that they can't constantly guard against the government is enough to give any warlock a headache.

Even if a warlock can eventually escape unscathed, they will have to pay a considerable price.

It's even more so in modern times. Therefore, temporarily cooperating with the police is the best choice.

Ye Yang took all the equipment from my hand and said, "Be careful." Then he walked out of the restaurant.

Once Ye Yang was standing on the street, he said, "Feng Ruoxing, go back and find Lao Liu and Hei Ye Xiao (Black Owl). Have them work together to track down Qiao Gongliang's clues. Even if he hides in the eighteenth level of hell, dig him out for me."

"Also, have Wang Butcher watch over the Liaodong warlock world with Qin Xin and Nie Xiaochun. Ben Gou (Stupid Dog) being captured definitely means someone wants to make trouble. Anyone who dares to cause trouble for Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) at this time—kill!"

"Notify Zhao Ci. No matter what power you have to use, you must find anyone related to Qiao Gongliang. Once you find that person, deal with them as you see fit."

After Ye Yang gave several instructions in a row, he said in a deep voice, "Teacher Xia, there are no benevolent gentlemen in Liangjie Tang. If you can't stand our ways, you can temporarily withdraw. We'll finish our business and then naturally come to find you."

Xia Mengying shook her head and said, "Hall Master Ye, I'm afraid you misunderstand Confucianism. The Great Righteous Qi of Confucianism isn't something that can be cultivated through being pedantic, conservative, and self-righteous."

"That's good!" Ye Yang only said three words before walking towards Du Fei's house.

At that time, the noodle shop owner had already brought me a bowl of beef noodles.

Before I could touch my chopsticks, the owner brought over a bowl of plain noodles with no warmth and placed it neatly in front of me, also placing chopsticks beside the bowl.

The owner's next action was to place three wine cups in front of me, filling each with wine, "The noodles you ordered are all here. Please enjoy!"

I glanced at the owner and said, "Isn't the bowl of noodles across from me something for the dead to eat? You know how to make that?"

The owner smiled, "Anyone who dares to open a restaurant at night has to know how to make food for both the living and the dead. Otherwise, if customers come and don't leave, it'll be difficult for us to deal with!"

A smile floated on the owner's pale face, "Sir, the beef in your bowl is specially made. You might not be used to it, but I suggest you eat a little."

"Isn't it just the raw meat from the condemned meal?" I picked up my chopsticks with a smile that wasn't a smile and stirred the bowl, picking out a few pieces of bloody raw meat.

Before a death row inmate goes to their execution, the last bowl of food they eat must have a piece of raw meat. That's something for the condemned to take on the road to the Yellow Springs to feed the dogs, so that the condemned won't be stopped by the evil dogs on the Naihe Bridge.

The shop owner chuckled, "Since you know, then eat it quickly! Don't waste the lady across from you's good intentions."

When I squinted my eyes to look across from me, a trace of white mist suddenly came out of the air conditioner in the booth. Du Fei slowly appeared in front of me in the cold white mist, picked up her chopsticks, and slowly ate the bowl of plain noodles, "It's been a long time since we ate together. Do you still remember this place? I said I didn't like going to high-end hotels, I only wanted you to bring me here to eat noodles."

I stared at the other party and said, "Are you a ghost or a god?"

Du Fei acted as if she didn't hear what I said, "After you left, I came here every day. I hoped that one day, you would still remember this place, and still come to see me."

Du Fei pushed the bowl over, "I'll leave this bowl of noodles for you. You can eat it when you're on your way!"

My expression sank slightly: Du Fei wasn't the controller of the entire story; she herself had fallen into the story.

The Du Fei in front of me was actually just a character, or rather, a prop. She had no consciousness of her own and could only say fixed lines according to the story. She couldn't even bring out a trace of her own emotions.

The person who truly controlled the story was the owner who had brought the noodles over earlier.