After leaving Ethnic Minority Street, Qin Ye made a trip to the hospital.
Wang Chenghao woke up.
But she called him instead.
Qin Ye stayed in the best ward in the hospital, and he didn't bring any gifts with him.
The entire ward was as white as new, without the slightest smell of disinfectant. There was even a wall-mounted TV.
"My condolences." Qin Ye sat on the edge of the bed and pretended to be cautious.
Wang Chenghao did not speak, but stared straight at him.
After a long time, he suddenly smiled.
As he laughed, tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
He wiped it away and glared at Qin Ye, "You … who the hell are you?"
What the hell?
Qin Ye blinked. "I'm your classmate, Qin Ye. Don't you recognize me?
Didn't you call me to come here? "
"You still want to pretend?" Wang Chenghao gritted his teeth and threw the phone over.
He hung his head and kept quiet.
Qin Ye took it and looked at it. It was a video. His figure couldn't be seen, but he could clearly see the saber mark left behind by the crescent moon. There were also unknown things fighting.
Qin Ye donned his Hell's Emissary uniform, took out his zanpakuto, and entered the state of the grim reaper. He would never be seen by the eyes of the mortal realm.
"What is this?" Qin Ye asked curiously.
Wang Chenghao looked him straight in the eye and suddenly said, "Do you know … there are surveillance cameras everywhere in my house."
Qin Ye:???
Wang Chenghao's spirit was weak, and his face was pale. He grabbed Qin Ye's hand tightly, "Trust me, I won't betray you. I just want to know … how many more of these terrifying things exist in this world?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You understand!!"
Wang Chenghao suddenly grew agitated, and he tightened his grip around Qin Ye's body. Tears welled up in his eyes, "Qin Ye, my parents died in the hands of these damned things!
You are the only person I can confide in!
In any case, we've been classmates for a few years. Can't you just tell me the truth? "
"I have money!
I can inherit tens of millions!
It must be hard for you to run the store!
I can support you!
Just bring me along!
Let me see what's going on! "
Very good.
Man, you've got my attention.
What's with this overbearing CEO tone?
Qin Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes. Then, just as he was about to shake his hand off, Wang Chenghao whispered, "Although the surveillance cameras can't see you, I know it's definitely you. Because … the surveillance cameras don't only monitor images, they can also monitor sounds."
"I … swear I heard your voice."
"I didn't give it to anyone.
Even when the police asked me, I didn't say a word.
Qin Ye, trust me. "
What the f * ck …
Qin Ye could no longer suppress the urge to complain in his heart.
He knew that he shouldn't believe in an old lady like Arthis, who was born in the 90s and was out of touch with society. It was true that others couldn't remember, but who would believe in the God of Surveillance?
"There's such a thing?" Arthis was also quite shocked. "Modern society is too dangerous. Is this the All-Seeing Eye?"
Connect your sister!
Please quickly integrate with modern society, okay?
I don't even dare to believe you now!
You're an idiot who dares to fool around under the infrared scope!
"Did you hear it wrong?"
He felt very depressed, but his expression was inexplicable. He couldn't help but praise his acting skills. He continued his wonderful performance. "I was in the shop all night last night.
What the hell are you talking about? "
Wang Chenghao was about to retort, but Qin Ye had already stood up, "That's right, my teacher asked me to bring you the textbook.
I'll bring it over for you later. I'll be taking my leave now. "
Thud … The door closed.
Arthis muttered placidly, "Speaking of which, I'd like to ask you this as well. You've lived for quite a long time, so don't you have any human friends?
Even I had one or two human friends back then. "
Qin Ye responded sinisterly, "That's right … When the other party has a head full of white hair and you're still alive and kicking in front of them with a face full of pimples, wouldn't they be tempted to give you a tight slap across the face?"
Arthis responded matter-of-factly, "They wouldn't dare to."
That's true …
Qin Ye was rendered speechless by these words. The early autumn breeze was still somewhat hot and humid. He brushed his bangs aside and responded after a long time, "Truth be told, I still have a few human friends … I don't know if they're dead or not.
But none of them are in Westriver. "
His expression instantly contorted, and he gnashed his teeth, "It was only then that I realized … that some people … even collect diapers when they're alive …"
"Eh?
Is there a story here that I'm unaware of?
Why are you so unhappy about it?
Hurry up and tell me so that I can be happy. "
Qin Ye drew a deep breath, "Back then … I'd once been to Westriver and met an old man surnamed Zhang. He didn't have any other hobbies other than painting. He was known as some kind of splash-ink landscape painting … Unfortunately, I've always lacked talent for painting. Back then, I even toasted him to the moon … It was only decades later that I found out that the old man's landscape paintings were worth tens of millions!"
"Bloody hell … do you know how much I wanted to die back then?!"
"Do you know that I didn't even dare to open a coffin shop for too long while I was still alive?!"
"Can you understand how miserable I was when I had to change my shop every time I fired a gun?!"
Arthis paused for two seconds, "Although I don't quite understand, I can tell from your bitter tone and ferocious expression …"
Before he finished speaking, the two of them stopped talking at the same time.
They turned to look at the end of the corridor.
"One … two … three … a total of five people." Qin Ye's eyes narrowed as he muttered.
"Cultivators?" Arthis asked.
"Three of them are … One of them has a very familiar aura, while the other … is somewhat strong. He's roughly on par with me."
Just then, there was the crisp sound of leather shoes, and five people appeared from around the corner.
Qin Ye lowered his head and didn't even look at them. He pretended to be looking at his phone, intending to brush past them.
"Hang on." Just as the group of people passed each other, a man suddenly spoke up.
Qin Ye didn't seem to hear anything. It wasn't until someone placed a hand on his shoulder that he blinked his eyes in confusion, "Are you calling me?"
He immediately clenched his fists tightly.
This was a very strange combination of people.
The man in front of him was none other than the policeman from earlier.
That said, he had already changed into a formal black suit.
Two of the five men were dressed in black suits. The one on the left was a middle-aged man with dark skin.
He had a smoking pipe strapped to his waist, and his nails were cracked and yellowish.
He was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt with a green headband wrapped around his head. His calves were wrapped in leggings, and he wore a pair of straw sandals.
"Bloody hag." Arthis muttered under her breath, "She's from Miao Jiang."
On the right was a man with a head full of white hair. He was leaning on a walking stick, and his fingers seemed to be slightly twisted. He wore a faded long robe and was as thin as a bag of bones.
What Qin Ye was most concerned about was the fact that this person's corpse aura was incredibly dense!
"Living with corpses all year round … This is a corpse controller from Xiangxi."
Two of the Seven Great Underworldly Craftsmen had come, and judging from their age, they were definitely the cream of the crop.
However, the true leader of this group was a middle-aged Taoist priest who was walking in the middle.
It was very ordinary.
He didn't have any sage-like demeanor and looked very ordinary at first glance.
Apart from the long beard on his chin which gave people some impression, he was almost ignored.
"A cultivator that's close to the level of an Operative-class expert … This is a true cultivator from a reputable sect."
It was rare for Arthis to have a serious expression on her face. "Little guy, it's not going to be easy for an old ghost like you to get away with the sun."
"Why are you here?" the policeman asked in a deep voice.
"I'm here to see my classmate. What's the matter?" Qin Ye was baffled.
At this moment, his pupils shrank.
It was afternoon.
Sunlight shone into the room, casting a long shadow over the bodies of the five men.
Moments later, they slowly dispersed.
Meanwhile, a shadow spread out from beneath the feet of the Taoist priest in the middle. The change was very subtle, and a surge of true energy that belonged to a cultivator shot straight towards Qin Ye like a sharp arrow.
Qin Ye looked straight ahead. As soon as the surge of true energy came into contact with him, it immediately dissipated into thin air.
"See your classmate?"
The policeman looked straight into Qin Ye's eyes, "Didn't you personally say that … you couldn't wait for him to die?"
This was a difficult question to answer.
Qin Ye chose not to answer. Instead, he simply stared back at the man with a provocative look in his eyes. His intentions were clear - Why do you care where I go?
"Greetings."
Then, just as the adult and the young man were staring at each other, the Taoist priest finally responded with a smile, "May I know how I should address you, young friend?"
Qin Ye blinked his eyes, but didn't respond. The policeman leaned over and whispered a few words to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest smiled faintly and flicked his horsetail whisk, "So it's Mr Qin … it must be fate that brought us together.
I can see that there are dark clouds hanging over your head. It's best to be more careful in the coming days. "
He paused for a moment, and then continued meaningfully, "Yesterday, there was a D-class alert in Lotus City. It's said that there's a psychopathic serial killer targeting Clear Creek County … I'm afraid that your luck hasn't been too good lately, so it's best to be more careful."
Qin Ye's eyes were clearly written with the word 'psychopath' in them. He glanced at the Taoist priest, and then turned around and left.
The policeman moved slightly. The middle-aged Taoist priest's easygoing expression immediately stiffened, and his thick eyebrows shot up as he shook his head gently.
The policeman paused.
"Master, he's the last person to come into contact with Wang Chenghao, and we've even experienced an E-class supernatural incident together. I suspect that there's something wrong with him!"
The Taoist priest didn't respond. Instead, he carefully reached into his robes and pulled out a necklace.
It was a silver necklace.
A thumb-sized Eight Trigrams Mirror hung from the necklace.
"This is called the Ichthyosaur's Eye." The Taoist priest explained solemnly, "It was specially bestowed upon me by my master before I left the mountain.
As soon as I encounter anything that can make me sense danger, it will immediately alert the police. "
Crash … As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Eight Trigrams Mirror shattered into pieces!
"This …" Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
They knew all too well the identity of the Taoist priest. After all, he held a high position within the Special Investigations Department.
To be able to make him sense danger … and even shatter the Ichthyosaur's Eye as soon as he touched it, that young man …
"I'll bring my men right away …" "Stop right there!"
Before the policeman could even finish speaking, the Taoist priest immediately barked, "Are you courting death?"
"This kid … shouldn't be at this level of cultivation.
It's also possible that the evil ghost of the Wang Clan hasn't dissipated yet … But judging from the traces of that evil ghost, it doesn't seem to be at this level of cultivation.
What the hell is going on? "
Meanwhile, as soon as they turned the corner, Arthis muttered with displeasure, "I don't know what scraped me earlier, but it's not very comfortable."
Qin Ye didn't respond, nor did he leave. Instead, he leaned against the corner and asked with a bright gleam in his eyes, "Arti … tell me, don't you think we're particularly lucky?"
"Hmm?"
"Look, even the elites of the Shamaness and the corpse drivers from far away in Xiangxi are here. Why?"
"... Do you know that superiors hate it when their subordinates try to play tricks in front of them?"
Qin Ye licked his lips and leaned back into the corner with a smile on his face, "Who's capable of mobilizing them?"
"Who's the most convenient?"
"Who's the most suitable person to summon these people?
What are they trying to do? "
Arthis deliberated for several seconds, "The Yin energy here is still incredibly dense.
After all, he's a ghost that has once wielded the shard of King Yanluo's Seal … They must've sensed that the Yin energy here is too dense, and assumed that the evil ghost's soul has yet to dissipate.
That's why they're preparing to summon it back to see what happened last night. Unfortunately, Wang Zemin's soul has already completely dissipated, so there's no way they'll be able to summon it back … As for their identity … "
She paused, and then drew a deep breath, "That Taoist priest … is the host of the phantom market?!"