Several minutes earlier.

As Song Qi and Ma Shi’er were about to arrive at the venue, an old man suddenly appeared before the two of them.

The two almost crashed heavily into the old man because they couldn’t brake in time.

“Huh?” After stopping, Ma Shi’er looked at the white-robed old man before him with a shocked face. “Baihu… damn it…”

Song Qi also furrowed his brow and asked with a cautious expression: “What do you want…?”

“I…” Baihu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly having something he wanted to say but unable to speak.

“I’m sorry.” Song Qi said after waiting a few seconds. “We’re in a great hurry right now. If you want to avenge Xuanwu, I can come find you afterward.”

Baihu was amused by Song Qi’s statement and laughed: “I don’t quite understand… come find me afterward?”

“Yes.” Song Qi nodded. “Right now I have a place I must go and some people I must save. If I can survive, I will definitely come to let you kill me with your own hands. If I don’t survive, it will also indirectly help fulfill your wish. Is that acceptable?”

Baihu stared at Song Qi with interest, then asked: “Why should I believe you?”

“Because my name is Song Qi.” Song Qi answered. “This name can guarantee an absolutely fair transaction in the ‘Land of Terminus.'”

“Good lad.” Baihu smiled and nodded. “It seems I came to the right place. As expected of someone who possesses ‘Explosive Combustion’ like me.”

Seeing that he was neither making way nor attacking, Song Qi and Ma Shi’er exchanged glances. Although they were extremely anxious in their hearts, they didn’t dare lose their temper.

“Baihu…” Song Qi took a step forward and said with a serious expression, “If you can’t do us this favor here, then give us a quick end. Otherwise, we have no way to survive to meet our teammates.”

“No need to worry.” Baihu shook his head. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

“Before Xuanzi died, she kept pointing her hand in the direction you left.” Baihu sighed and said softly, “I was worried that was her final wish before death, so I wanted to follow and see. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll regret it someday.”

“So… you want to help us kill Zhu Que?” Song Qi asked pointedly.

“That naturally won’t happen.” Baihu said. “Zhu Que and I are colleagues after all. This time I won’t take the initiative to act—I can only give you some indirect help.”

“Didn’t you already tell us the location of Zhu Que’s eyes?” Song Qi said. “Having this information, we’re already very grateful. If you can not block the road, we’ll be even more grateful.”

“I told you the location of his eyes… and you can win?” Baihu turned his head and asked again.

“That may be true, but standing here I also can’t win.” Song Qi said. “Is there anything else you need to tell us?”

Baihu pondered for a while, then spoke: “Song Qi, three eyeballs—how can he control four abilities?”

“Hmm…?” Song Qi was slightly stunned, then after thinking for a while, opened his mouth to ask, “‘Soul Capture,’ ‘Leaping,’ and ‘Air Suspension’—what’s the fourth one?”

“I see… fortunately I came.” Baihu turned around slowly with his hands behind his back. “I’m prepared to tell you Zhu Que’s ultimate secret, but this will still be very difficult for you. As for whether you can actually kill him… that still depends on your wisdom.”

Song Qi vaguely felt that Baihu wasn’t delaying time, but rather truly had some critical information.

“We’ve prepared that thing called ‘wisdom.'” Song Qi said. “Originally, killing ‘Divine Beasts’ doesn’t rely on brute force—it can only rely on strategy.”

Baihu nodded, then walked forward and whispered a few sentences close to the two men’s faces. After hearing this, both of them were greatly shocked.

After all, what Baihu said was too abstract. Even knowing the truth, there was no way to understand the principle.

“The three eyes in his mouth represent three ‘echoes’…” Song Qi murmured. “And his own two eyes represent the fourth ability…?”

“That’s right.”

After hearing this, Ma Shi’er also scratched his head: “What the hell… Zhu Que doesn’t have ‘Air Suspension,’ but he has ‘Puppet’ and ‘Soul Migration’… this…”

“‘Soul Migration’ is very rare.” Song Qi said. “What kind of ability is that?”

Before Baihu could answer, from a street corner nearby, a pitch-black thing came into the three people’s view.

It was a women’s business suit on all fours, hollow and empty. No one knew how long it had been crawling in the “Land of Terminus”—its entire body was covered with dust and blood stains.

It was like a monster, like a ghost, like an insect—in any case, not like clothing.

Baihu chuckled softly, slowly bent down, and extended his hand toward the black suit. The suit also seemed to discover something. Using its corners to support itself on the ground, it jumped to Baihu’s side in two or three moves, then sniffed at Baihu’s palm with its collar.

“What a wonderful creature…” Baihu laughed. “This is ‘Soul Migration.'”

“This is… ‘Soul Migration’?” Song Qi felt even more unable to understand.

“What the hell… what kind of thing is this…?” Ma Shi’er looked at this suit with a terrified expression, feeling that his goosebumps had already grown thick layers. “The pets you ‘Divine Beasts’ keep are too bizarre…”

“I can only say this much.” Baihu said. “If obtaining this information allows you to kill Zhu Que, it means his fate is to die.”

Song Qi furrowed his brow and quickly pondered a strategy, but the known information was really too scarce. There was no way to immediately think of a method to kill Zhu Que.

“Soul Migration,” according to its literal meaning, was transferring one’s soul to other things. Looking at it this way, did Zhu Que also have this ability?

He would transfer his soul… to…

“Song Qi.” Baihu interrupted Song Qi’s train of thought and asked, “What do you think… is your only advantage right now?”

“The only advantage…” Song Qi paused. “It should be that I know Zhu Que’s weakness.”

“Wrong…” Baihu walked forward, his cracked lips revealing a smile. “Your only advantage right now is that ‘Zhu Que doesn’t know that you know.'”

Song Qi was stunned: “That makes sense…”

“That’s all I have to say. Good luck to you.” Baihu took a step back, then disappeared into the distance, leaving only the pitch-black suit writhing on the ground.

“Son of a bitch, that old thief…” Ma Shi’er said to Song Qi from behind. “Saying it is the same as not saying anything? Now we don’t even know what to do… I…”

Song Qi lowered his head to stare at that strange suit, recalling with a heavy expression what Baihu had just said, and actually produced a bold idea at this moment.

“Twelve… are you afraid of death?” Song Qi asked.

“…?” Ma Shi’er was stunned. “Seventh Brother, what are you saying…? We’ve fought together for so many years, and now you’re asking me if I’m afraid of death?”