Chapter 1854: There is a mole

"Basically, they are all people I trust, especially those around Eve; I will screen them all. Her existence cannot be known to the Pope." An'er thought for a moment and said, "Basically, they are all people who can be trusted, but one cannot rule out that the other party is disguised very well."

"I will go screen them now." An'er really could not wait any longer; he directly called for the butler, determined to ferret out the people around Eve.

By daybreak, the identities of three servants were suspected: two men and one woman.

These three people all had expressions of terror on their faces; they did not know what they had done wrong. Of course, the panic of one of them was faked.

Dozens of private soldiers stood here holding steel guns, and the ground was covered with torture instruments.

An'er was very angry, and the consequences were very serious.

These three people all came from the slums; being able to work in the Commander Mansion meant their lives were much better than those of their peers.

"You had better admit it. Eve is my most beloved daughter, yet you leaked her whereabouts to outsiders. Today, I must ferret out this person who eats inside and out. Who is it? Admit it yourselves."

An'er paced around the few people several times, then stopped abruptly in front of one of the servants: "Alice, you are a newcomer. Tell me, who leaked the young lady's whereabouts?"

The maid in the middle was so scared that her face turned deathly pale; her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, begging, "Mr. An'er, it has nothing to do with me. I really don't know who did this."

"Pull out the fingernails of these three." An'er's expression was ferocious. Although he had believed in Buddhism for a long time, when it concerned his own daughter, he did not mind subjecting these people to some cruel torture.

A chorus of pleas for mercy immediately rose from the three people on the scene, but with a wave of An'er's hand, six soldiers stepped forward and pinned them down firmly.

An executioner took out pliers and looked at the people before him with a cold expression.

Just at this moment, Chen Yu walked over: "Have the suspects been found?"

"Mr. Chen, it is one of these three people, but I haven't figured out exactly which one yet. However, it doesn't matter; it wouldn't matter if I wronged two of them." An'er stared at the three of them with hatred.

"What is your name?" Chen Yu asked, pointing at a maid.

This maid was wearing a black uniform, and her skin was somewhat dark. She kept her head down and would not make eye contact with anyone, and her body was trembling uncontrollably; it was clear she was very afraid.

"Her name is Yilin, and she hasn't been at the Commander Mansion for very long," An'er replied.

"The other two can leave. Keep her here." Chen Yu pointed at Yilin.

"Yes, take those two away." An'er waved his hand. Since Chen Yu had come out to solve the problem, it meant he had already figured out what was going on.

This woman named Yilin likely had a very high level of suspicion.

"Lift your head up." Chen Yu stared at the woman kneeling on the scene.

Yilin tremblingly lifted her head; her face was deathly pale, pale to an unnatural degree.

But her gaze was full of resentment. Suddenly, she let out a hiss, her figure became extremely agile, and she lunged upward, pouncing toward Chen Yu.

In this instant, her fingernails grew long, and at the same time, her face became incomparably gray and withered; this was exactly the image of a Spirit Puppet from the Western World.

Chen Yu waved his hand, and an invisible force sent her flying. She fell to the ground with a thud, and then her limbs twisted and contorted rapidly.

Her limbs were bent behind her back in an extremely bizarre and twisted posture, and then she hung upside down from the eaves, staring at the people below like a spider.

"Protect the Commander." A group of private soldiers surged over, guarding behind An'er.

Yilin, hanging in mid-air, suddenly let out a sharp, hissing scream. That sharp sound formed a sonic wave; one could see that one-third of the people on the scene showed expressions of pain, and they fell to the ground clutching their ears.

After the shrill scream passed, Yilin suddenly flipped her body and fled outward at high speed.

She wanted to escape, but Chen Yu would certainly not give her that chance. He pointed his right hand into the void, a golden light streaked across the air, and with a thud, the maid in mid-air was struck down.

Following a sharp, miserable scream, Yilin fell to the ground, but she continued to scramble with her limbs, heading outward at high speed, until Chen Yu pointed into the void again, and several sharp blades flew out of thin air, pinning her firmly to the ground.

A group of soldiers swarmed up and surrounded her.

An'er also hurriedly stepped forward, only to see the maid hissing, revealing sharp, fierce teeth, and bursts of black Qi rising from her body; her appearance looked extremely twisted and terrifying.

"Mr. Chen, this... what is her situation?" An'er was stunned. He didn't have to manage the hiring of servants, but generally, their backgrounds were checked clearly.

The one before him was clearly not a normal person. How did she sneak in?

"A Spirit Puppet, controlled by someone." Chen Yu slowly leaned closer to the Spirit, watching her baring fangs and brandishing claws, and could not help but shake his head slightly: "And she was made into a Spirit while still alive; the process must have been very painful."

"Who exactly is targeting me?" An'er's face darkened.

"Where are you from? Who did this to you?" Chen Yu stared at Yilin; he saw a trace of despair in the other party's eyes.

For a living person to be made into a Spirit Puppet, it requires the person's willingness, and looking at her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of sorrow.

She was not willing to be made into a Puppet, but she had no choice but to do so.

"Now I ask, you answer. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I will solve them for you. But if you don't speak, your problem will never be solved." Chen Yu said: "Did you understand my words?"

Yilin nodded, and she spat out a sentence: "Someone used my child... to force me. They... captured many children in the slums."

"These children have become an important means of coercing mothers. The Spirit Puppets they... cultivate have been growing day by day."

"Understood. They are in the slums, using the children of the poor to force you to become Spirit Puppets? And then do things for them?" Chen Yu asked.

"Yes... my child is still being held by them in the slums. If I don't agree to their demands, they will kill my child..."

"Who are they?" Chen Yu was already enraged. Misfortune should not extend to family members; using such means to coerce ordinary people into working for them was an extremely despicable act.

"They, they are..." Just as Yilin was about to speak, she suddenly froze. She opened her mouth wide, trying to say the words that followed, but she no longer had the chance.

A ball of white light surged out from her seven orifices, instantly burning through her entire body.

Immediately following, this white light suddenly transformed into a sky full of crimson flames, burning her body until nothing remained.