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"Stop overthinking, I've already noticed something's off."
When Yu Ziqing returned to Jinlan Mountain, the Black Robed Man, covered in death aura, crawled out of the coffin. He shook his body, dispersing the death aura that clung to him.
Yu Ziqing took out a large barrel specifically for storing death aura and quickly collected it all.
This stuff, you might call it valuable, but it's not; it's everywhere.
However, if it could show a strong person's presence, then it truly was rare, especially without an owner.
Used as an auxiliary tool, let the Black Robed Man play dead. With his professional skills, there should be no problem.
Fully hiding yourself was absolutely impossible, but diverting their attention and shifting their focus was worth a shot.
The only choice was selective honesty, leaking some news, and playing the role of a genuine victim.
Of course, only now could Yu Ziqing afford to show a slight weakness.
