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Xu Yi scanned the area several times but still found nothing unusual.

The girl's face was a bloody blur; her eyeballs had flown away, and her nose and lips had turned into a pile of mush, as if she'd been gnawed on by some wild beast.

If the girl's manner of death hadn't been so horrifying, it might have been possible to attribute it to a sudden illness like a heart attack, but the scene clearly suggested something more sinister.

Xu Yi had encountered many strange and mysterious cases, but this was the first time someone had been killed under his watch, so silently and unnoticed.

The partygoers at the bonfire also discovered the girl's tragic state, and screams echoed one after another, throwing the scene into chaos.

Xu Yi instinctively used the Nest of the Evil God to observe Robert, who had a dark expression on his face, as if the sudden incident had also disturbed him.

However, he suddenly showed an excited look, and his body even trembled slightly with agitation.

Without paying any attention to the dead girl, Robert hurried away.
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What could have caused Robert to react like that? Xu Yi grew more curious, but he did not follow him, confident that with the Nest of the Evil God, he could monitor his movements at any time.

The urgent sound of police sirens filled the air as the authorities arrived swiftly, with local residents also drawn to the commotion.

"Rubbernecking" is a universal behavior, regardless of race.

The residents whispered among themselves, and Xu Yi also emerged from the shadows to blend into the crowd.

"Such a death can only mean she offended the Sugar Plum Fairy!" an elderly person sighed deeply.

"The Sugar Plum Fairy? What's that?" Xu Yi asked.

The elderly man glanced at Xu Yi, noticed his designer clothes which were of inconceivably high price, and relaxed a bit.

This kind of "rich young master" wouldn't be after anything from him; surely it was mere curiosity that brought him over to see what the fuss was about.

"I don't know either."

Xu Yi had hoped to gather some useful information from the residents but didn't expect him to just shake his head.

Without waiting for Xu Yi to ask further, the man offered an explanation:

"Those who've seen the Sugar Plum Fairy are all dead, so naturally, nobody knows what it is. People killed by the Sugar Plum Fairy all die the same way, with their faces eaten away."

The elderly person took a long breath, "At the scene of death, if you're unlucky, you might hear the 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy' tune, which is why we call it the Sugar Plum Fairy."

"Unlucky?" Xu Yi gave a slight start.

"That's right, anyone who hears that tune could become the Sugar Plum Fairy's next target," the old man explained softly.

After a brief inquiry, the police let the coroner take the body away, making the scene seem like just a formality.

With no spectacle left to watch, the crowd soon dispersed.

Xu Yi was ready to leave, but he was suddenly stopped by a girl.

The girl had pale gold wavy long hair and a few freckles on her face, a minor flaw, but overall, she was a youthful and pretty girl.

"You heard that tune, didn't you?" she asked.

The girl kept her head down, not daring to look at Xu Yi, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, like a mosquito's buzz. If it weren't for Xu Yi's keen hearing, he wouldn't have been able to discern what she was saying.

Although the girl seemed very nervous and harmless, Xu Yi's expression instantly became severe.

While he had been tracking earlier, he had been completely submerged in darkness, even Robert hadn't noticed him.

How did this girl know he had been at the murder scene? And how did she know he had heard the 'Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy'?

After all, this girl was supposed to be a common person... Xu Yi's muscles suddenly tensed up as he realized he had been wrong; she was not a common person at all.

Within the girl lay a surging energy, extremely subtle, flickering in and out of detectability.

One could not notice it without paying close attention.

The girl noticed Xu Yi's change, and her body uncontrollably began to tremble. She still kept her head down, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly; she even started to stutter when she spoke.

"If… if you see… a little girl, before she turns around, you… you tell her that you are… are Carrie's good friend!"

After she said those words, the girl ran away as if fleeing.

Xu Yi's gaze followed the girl, but he didn't chase after her. He had already left a mark on her; as long as she wasn't too far away, he could track her down.

Carrie?

The name echoed in his mind. Who was Carrie?

With his mind full of questions, Xu Yi returned to the Eight Monster House and to his workshop, glancing at the time—it was almost midnight.

He decisively started his "High-Dimensional Scientific Research" for the day.

Entries burnable for sacrifice were offered up one by one, as if an endless stream of mystical inspiration poured into his mind. The epiphany of mysticism was triggered simultaneously.

He wrote and drew on paper, his pen flying across the surface.

In those five minutes, he seemed to become an existence of a higher dimension, "overlooking" the knowledge of lower-dimensional civilizations. Everything seemed to have no secrets left to him.

Five minutes passed, and he resolutely set himself on fire.

A moment later, Xu Yi opened his eyes again, his face unable to contain the smile. He exhaled slowly and said, "Finally!"

Using a Resurrection Coin close to midnight allowed for the greatest avoidance of accidents, as after midnight the usage count of the Resurrection Coin would refresh.

In his eyes, the most cost-effective method was to use a Resurrection Coin every three to five days.

Because the mystical inspirations derived from the sacrifice of a large number of entries took about three to five days to completely assimilate.

So far, he had used 2 Resurrection Coins and still had 53 remaining.

"When will I be able to find the Land of Fear again?"

After tasting the sweetness of "Resurrection Coin research," Xu Yi felt he just couldn't stop.

In fact, he had already mobilized the forces around him to gather information about the Land of Fear, but the Land of Fear was not easy to find.

There were three bullets on the table—Demon-Breaking Flame Bullet, Corrupted Silver Bullet, and Grim Reaper Piercing Bullet.

Under normal circumstances, merging the three arrays on the bullets would take three to five months, even in the most ideal situation.

But by exploiting the Resurrection Coin, it only took a mere three days, utterly insane!

"Let's call it the Throne of Cyrus!"

Xu Yi couldn't be bothered to come up with a name; after all, it was used on the Cyrus bullet.

"What I need to do now is to forge a finished product first, then validate it through practice, and refine and improve it bit by bit."

Xu Yi stretched lazily, ready to go out and make a cup of coffee—he had more "cultivating" to do tonight.

With his physique, he wouldn't feel tired even without coffee, but without a cup on the table, something seemed to be missing, almost driving his OCD insane.

In the lobby, a famous Peking opera about the Yang Family Generals was playing—one of the few entertainments Xu Changrong enjoyed.

The old man, barely in his forties or fifties, was fascinated by this "elderly activity." Xu Yi often felt incensed with his lack of competitiveness. Compared to that, even dancing in the square seemed like a youthful activity.

The Eight Monster House had excellent sound insulation; even if firecrackers were set off inside, none of it would be heard outside.

As one piece ended, the track automatically switched. Xu Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks.

One second before it was a Peking opera full of Huaxia charm, and the next second it transformed into an elegant Tchaikovsky classic, "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy," sounding once again in Xu Yi's ears.

It was coming!