Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

If someone were to ask her how she feels right now, Zhu Wuyao would probably answer with three words—"I dare not move."

She was genuinely too afraid to move.

Seeing the innkeeper's shocked expression, Shen Anzhi silently huddled in the corner. She stood at the top of the stairs, unable to move forward or backward.

Who knows if you can move during the divination process?

What if you walk along the wall and the divination fails, forcing you to start all over again? Wouldn't that mean suffering another blow?

Perhaps noticing Zhu Wuyao's bewildered expression, Shen Anzhi struggled to pull a piece of paper from his sleeve, wrote something with an ink stick, and held it up above his head for her to see.

"Study military strategy as a supplementary skill!"

Upon seeing these four words, and glancing at Zhang Zhihan, who was slamming his hand against the corner of the table as if to smash it, but then silently lowering his hand after remembering it wasn't his own, Zhu Wuyao suddenly shuddered.

Combining divination with military strategy, this is not an option!

Zhang Zhihan's two shouts had already woken up everyone in the inn. They came out of their rooms one after another and looked down to watch. Some even wanted to come down and dance with the geese, but Zhu Wuyao stopped them.

Seeing that the discussions were getting louder, Zhang Zhihan finally finished the process of herding the geese.

He removed the blindfold from his eyes and asked with some confusion, "Miss Zhu, why are you still standing here?"

Zhu Wuyao paused for a moment, then said, "I'm not naturally active."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Zhihan began his "autumn review of troops," even including the few white geese surrounding Shen Anzhi in his calculations.

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat dazed, and also somewhat confused.

No wonder Shen Anzhi was stuck to the wall and didn't move; it turns out he was also part of Zhang Zhihan's scheme.

With a loud bang, Zhang Zhihan slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Damn it! I can't figure it out!"

Zhu Wuyao frowned, sensing that something was amiss. She looked up and saw Zhang Zhihan give her a sharp, piercing look… a sharp, piercing look…

"Ah... this is troublesome. It seems we'll have to wait seven days to ask the spirit."

She rubbed her temples; she was so shocked by the midday heat that she hadn't even been able to properly accept the role.

The guests upstairs had already come down and gathered around, and upon hearing these words, they all became somewhat flustered.

"Master Wuyan, is the person you found reliable? How come he couldn't predict anything?"

"Yes, yes, our Beixuan City has always been peaceful and tranquil. Could this mean we're about to produce a serial killer?"

"I think I should pack my bags and leave today!"

"I can't stay at this inn any longer..."

……

Zhu Wuyao had a bit of a headache.

That demon might be skilled in transformation. If it manages to deceive Ye Xiaozhou and Zhang Zhihan and is released like this, wouldn't that be like letting a tiger return to the mountains?

Just as she was having a headache, she saw Zhang Zhihan take a step forward and say:

"Please do not be anxious, everyone. It is the duty of our Star-Picking Tower to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. We will surely safeguard the peace of Beixuan City!"

"Now that I'm here, I won't return until the enemy is destroyed. My senior brother and I will patrol the city tonight and make sure that demon doesn't dare to invade."

"I, Zhang Zhihan, swear here today that I will capture this scoundrel and bring him to justice!"

Zhang Zhihan's righteous words stunned everyone in the inn.

The scene seemed to be a mix of excitement and awkwardness, yet also damnably reliable.

After a long while, Zhu Wuyao finally couldn't stand the silence any longer. She happened to see the young man in white named Wei Gui, and her eyes lit up.

"Brother Wei!" She parted the crowd, pulled Wei Gui to the front, and introduced him:

"Since this is a cultivator from the Star-Picking Tower, and we get along well, why don't you let Immortal Zhang tell your fortune?"

Before Wei Gui could refuse, she looked at Zhang Zhihan, gave him a normal, acknowledging look, and said:

"Please, Immortal Master Zhang, take a look at my friend."

Regardless of whether he has a problem or not, drag him in front of the fortune teller to test his lies.

Zhang Zhihan's gaze sharpened, and he cupped his hands in greeting as he asked:

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask which mountain gate the immortal resides in?"

Wei Gui returned the greeting and said with a smile, "I am but a rogue cultivator, not comparable to the disciples of Zhaixing Tower."

"Oh? Fellow Daoist, your perseverance is extraordinary. Reaching the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage must have been no easy feat."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao's expression grew even more suspicious.

A cultivator who is just one step away from reaching the Nascent Soul stage is actually unaffiliated with any sect or faction, and what's more, he didn't even come to Beixuan City for the Star-Picking Tower...

Wei Gui didn't take the test at all and laughed, "Although it is arduous, the path of cultivating immortality has always been like this."

Seeing that they couldn't get any information from him, Zhu Wuyao and his group had no choice but to give up.

Zhang Zhihan has already consulted the oracle; there's no need to gather everyone here anymore.

The innkeeper paid for the funeral arrangements for the deceased, and fortunately the weather was cool, making it convenient to keep the body for seven days.

After saying goodbye, the three of them drove a flock of large white geese to Zhu Wuyao's house.

Shen Anzhi spoke first, asking, "Junior brother, what did you calculate?"

He knew his junior brother's skill level. Not only was he at the crime scene, but he also preserved the victim's body intact, and all the people related to him were kept in place. At the time, Zhang Zhihan said he couldn't figure it out, so there must be other reasons.

Zhang Zhihan paced back and forth, his hands behind his back, and said quite seriously:

"According to the divination, the perpetrator should have been defeated and fled, becoming homeless, but no one in the inn was injured, indicating that the demon was not among them."

Zhu Wuyao seemed to be deep in thought, and thought of Wei Gui.

When the demons were committing their crimes, Wei Gui was next door and must have sensed something. He must have intervened to help. Although he repelled the demons, he was unable to save lives.

She still had some doubts.

If this is true, then what reason does Wei Gui have to hide it?

Shen Anzhi asked, "Displaced?"

"Yes, I'm unable to go home due to some unforeseen circumstances."

Zhu Wuyao asked with some doubt: "After he escaped, did he encounter other cultivators and get captured?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Zhihan was also somewhat puzzled: "According to the divination, he has no intention of being trapped."

Zhu Wuyao's brows slowly relaxed as she suddenly understood the reason.

"So, the reason he was on the run was not because there was a problem on his side, but because he couldn't return to his place of refuge."

Shen Anzhi and Zhang Zhihan exchanged a glance and said at the same time:

"Longevity Inn!"

"Yes."

Zhu Wuyao nodded and continued:

"Perhaps the Longevity Inn was his usual hunting ground, but after the murder case became a big deal, we stayed there all day. In addition, with that cultivator named Wei Gui, he was unable to go back to recuperate."

So, Wei Gui is actually on the side of justice, while the innkeeper is the most likely suspect.

Zhu Wuyao had some new questions:

“I stayed there for a few days and didn’t encounter anything strange. Brother Shen also stayed there. If there were frequent murders, as a diviner, you should be able to tell?”

Shen Anzhi nodded and said, "If there are frequent murders, I should be able to sense the resentment when I enter the inn."

What's going on? Could there be something else going on?

Just as Zhu Wuyao was falling into confusion again, Zhang Zhihan slammed his hand on the table and said:

"What do we care about demons and monsters? Tonight, we'll lie in wait around the inn, waiting for them to come to us. Once we catch this demon, everything will come to light!"

Seeing Shen Anzhi nod, Zhu Wuyao suddenly asked:

"Brother Zhang, how is your combat strength?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

As is well known, those who practice divination are usually quite fragile.