"Yes." Wang Chenghao smiled, "I just remembered something …"
"This hotel belongs to my father. There are surveillance cameras everywhere.
I used to connect the surveillance cameras to my computer when I was free. I was just curious back then … If it's still working, and if the monster hadn't left back then, it shouldn't be a problem. "
The two parked the car by the side of the road. Wang Chenghao opened his backpack, and Qin Ye's eyelids twitched, "Hang on … you only brought a computer?
Toiletries?
Underwear? "
"What else?" Wang Chenghao blinked vacantly, almost as though he were asking - What else do I have to bring?
Do you think I'm going on a trip?
Qin Ye pursed his lips, "At least … bring a few changes of clothes, right?"
Wang Chenghao opened up his Alipay account, and Qin Ye glanced at the six digits in his account. It was a shocking sight to behold.
What an evil rich man …
"I've brought my ID and driver's license. What's wrong with a mobile phone and ID in this day and age?" Wang Chenghao quickly switched on his computer and added, "As long as you have money on your mobile phone."
Kid … you're honest. But why does your honesty make my heart ache so much?
Qin Ye's heart was riddled with holes. He glanced at the missing corner of the fruit icon on Wang Chenghao's computer screen, and wisely chose to remain silent.
He could sense that he was drifting further and further down the path of living off a woman …
Wang Chenghao's fingers flew across the keyboard, and he soon whistled, "It works!
Brother Qin!
It really works! "
Without further ado, the two men immediately began to watch the video.
Lin Chaosheng was kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.
However, nobody came in.
Qin Ye nodded slightly. This was the epicenter of Arthis's majesty. Anyone below the level of an Infernal Judge wouldn't be able to enter until Arthis' majesty had dissipated.
In other words, that person wasn't an Infernal Judge?
Fifteen minutes passed, and nobody came in.
Sixteen minutes later, the dark clouds outside seemed to have dispersed slightly.
As soon as the sky brightened, a voice bellowed angrily, "Bloody hell, which son of a bitch is it?!
Are you waiting for me to finish dinner before turning into a demon?!
Are you going to reincarnate or attend a funeral?! "
Both Wang Chenghao and Qin Ye were taken aback.
This scene … seems a little out of control …
'Wait a minute … As an expert who killed Puppeteer, shouldn't he appear with the demeanor of an immortal and say 'Boundless Lord of Heaven' first? '
This opening speech … It felt like the deja vu of holding a knife in a wet market …
Just then, the Yin energy in the surroundings cleared up, and a burly figure appeared on the screen.
This … is really a freaking Daoist priest …
He was wearing a Daoist robe that was almost torn apart and weighed at least 100 kilograms. It was somewhat shabby and full of oil stains.
A square scarf on his head.
He didn't know how many days it had been since he washed his clothes. Even his clothes were turning black.
What was even more shocking was the fact that he wasn't holding a horsetail whisk at all. Instead … he was holding a feather duster …
Would you believe a feather duster?
Moreover, he was holding a lamb leg in his hand, and was gnawing on it until his mouth was covered in grease.
No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a beggar.
"A Hunter-class expert?" Puppeteer's voice was grave as he spoke.
The Daoist priest didn't pay any attention to him. He finished the lamb leg in a few bites and wiped his hands on his body. His hands formed the shape of a lotus flower. "Infinite … burp … Celestial Venerable."
Puppeteer could not stand it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where is your horsetail whisk?"
"Burp … I forgot. I grabbed it on a whim. As a disciple of the Daoist Sect, I should at least maintain some dignity. But … burp … I caught the wrong person."
The two people in front of the screen were completely speechless.
"Do you really think that a Hunter-class cultivator would be able to capture an Assassin of the Underworld?"
Puppeteer was so enraged that he began to laugh maniacally. Then, his figure vanished into the black fog, and the corpses around him began to stir restlessly.
The Daoist priest wiped his mouth, and his voice grew stern, "Good son, your father has to give you a reminder …"
"For thousands of years, nobody has dared to act presumptuously in Westriver.
Even now, the rate of supernatural outbreaks in Westriver is the lowest in the entire country.
Can't you use your pig brain and think about why? "
Nobody responded. Only the corpses stood up mechanically.
A split second later, they rushed madly towards the Daoist priest.
"Because … Westriver is home to two of the three great ancestral halls of Daoism, and it's also the location where Celestial Master Zhang attained enlightenment and slayed ghosts … Don't you think you're being a little too bold, son of a bitch?"
"Yin-Yang Transformation."
He made a series of hand seals, and a silvery-white halo of light immediately erupted from beneath his feet. A nine-tiered lotus throne appeared beside him and bloomed layer by layer. The halo of light filled the entire hall, forming a black and white yin and yang. All of the corpses within the halo were instantly reduced to ashes.
Qin Ye's expression was incomparably grave. Having personally fought against these corpses, he knew exactly how difficult it was to deal with these corpses. Yet, he couldn't even struggle in the slightest!
“
The Three Purities?!
You're the disciple of the Celestial Master?! "
A horrified voice echoed from within the black fog. Then, the black fog began to converge like a tidal wave, transforming into a long dragon that rushed downstairs.
"Boundless Lord of the Heavens." The Daoist priest pulled out the hairpin on his head and flicked it lightly, "Go."
Buzz!
The hairpin expanded in the wind like a bolt of lightning!
In an instant, it transformed into an antique peach wood sword. The faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard, and it caught up to the black fog in the blink of an eye. With a shrill scream, the black fog dissipated with a loud bang.
The peach wood sword was stabbed straight into the box on his back.
The Daoist priest slowly walked over, "Puppeteer … wasn't his clan annihilated back then because you guys had gone astray and used living humans as your vessel?
I didn't expect there to be survivors. If I were you, I'd hide my identity and enjoy the pleasures of the world. I've sinned … "
He walked up to the sword and gripped its hilt, "I've heard that puppeteers don't fight with their true bodies. This policeman is also a corpse puppet, isn't he?
It's similar to the corpse puppeteers of Xiangxi. It's a pity that it was lost … "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stabbed the sword into the box!
Squeak squeak squeak!!!
A heart-wrenching scream rang out from within the box. The wooden sword had completely sunk into the box and pierced through the floor!
All that was left was the hilt of the sword!
Pfft!
A pillar of blood shot up three meters into the air. The small box spewed out a column of blood that was completely out of proportion to its size. The miserable screams continued for more than ten seconds before everything finally calmed down.
"Boundless Lord of the Heavens … I'm sorry for disturbing my meal." The Daoist priest sighed and hooked his finger. The wooden sword flew back to him and shrank back into the form of a hairpin.
Then, he took the elevator and left the hall.
That was the end of the video.
Qin Ye's expression was incomparably somber.
The truth was far beyond Arthis's imagination. The battle hadn't ended in ten minutes … but in less than five!
In just two moves!
This was the third time. Qin Ye had once again raised his assessment of the strength of the government.
Deep and unfathomable.
Judging from the conversation between the puppeteer and the puppet master, he should be a Hunter-class expert as well. Yet, he was actually killed by the disciple of the Celestial Master in two moves. This fatty … is most likely a Hellguard-class expert!
And he's still a disciple … In that case, he's almost certain of it!
There are Judge-class experts in the mortal realm right now!
After all, there's only a single level of difference between a Hellguard-class expert and a Judge-class expert.
"One more thing … if the puppeteer is a Hunter-class expert, then … the person behind him is at least a Hellguard-class expert!"
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His desire to unravel the secrets of the puppeteer's true body was growing stronger and stronger!
A Hellguard-class old ghost was staring at him from god knows where. It was truly unbearable for him to eat and sleep at night.
"But let's wait for Arthis to wake up first."
"To the City of Salvation."
"City of Salvation?
Where? "Wang Chenghao was puzzled," You're not going to Dingyang anymore? "
Qin Ye shook his head. The fatty was right about one thing. Westriver … was the birthplace of Daoism. Daofather Zhang had attained enlightenment on Mt. Cranecrane and slain eight million evil ghosts on Mt. Qingcheng. Both of these ancestral halls were located in Westriver. Daoist disciples, lay disciples, and official disciples were all over the place. It was far too dangerous for him to remain in Westriver.
Either he stayed, or he fled to a faraway place.
"It's in Insignia Province."
"That far?" Wang Chenghao felt his balls aching. Dear, my back doesn't hurt at all. Why don't you try driving?
"I can be certain of my safety there."
Qin Ye pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, "You don't have to go. Just send me there. There's … a friend of mine there."
Wang Chenghao's eyes lit up.
Friend?
How could someone like that have a friend?
Is he human?
The call connected very quickly. No … it was connected almost instantaneously. But strangely, neither of them spoke a single word.
Neither of them hung up.
After a long time, Qin Ye spoke first, "Old Zhang … it's been twenty years since we last met, hasn't it?"
The voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the line, "That's right … in the blink of an eye, my son has already gone to university … Truly … I'd never expected … to hear your voice again …"
Qin Ye smiled, "I heard that you've been promoted?
Should I address you as' Chief '? "
"Hah … what use are official positions and money in front of you?" Old Zhang teased, "Old Man Qin, we've been through life and death together.
Everything else is meaningless. Without you … I wouldn't be where I am now.
I know that you wouldn't call me without a reason. You must have something important to discuss with me.
Feel free to speak. "
Qin Ye didn't hesitate, "I'm currently in Westriver. Something's happened in this county, and you know that my identity can't be made public.
I'll be staying in Insignia Province for a short period of three to five years.
Help me get a non-provincial university, and I'll also need a valid identification card. "
"Don't worry. Feel free to come. I'm currently in the City of Salvation. I'll liaise with the police before you arrive."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, both parties hung up at the same time.
Wang Chenghao asked curiously, "Brother Qin, is this your friend?"
"That's right …" Qin Ye's eyes flickered with a trace of reminiscence, "A crafty rabbit has three burrows. I've lived for so long. How could I possibly not have a few tricks up my sleeves?"
Meanwhile, far away in the City of Salvation of Insignia Province, a pair of weather-beaten hands hung up the phone in a simple and unadorned residence.
"Truly … I didn't expect this … Is he still the same as he was back then …" The owner of the hands was a man in his fifties with a head full of white hair and dressed in home clothes.
He sat quietly on the sofa with a cup of tea in his hand as he reminisced.
"Hey, Old Zhang, wash the dishes. Why are you slacking off again?" A woman walked out wearing an apron and grumbled with displeasure.
"I'll be right back." Old Zhang opened his eyes and smiled at the woman, before turning to look at the tightly shut door of his son's room.
He retracted his smile and picked up the phone.
"I'm Zhang Baoguo. I'm here to pick up Chief Zheng."
Very soon, a man chuckled from the other end of the line, "Deputy Attorney General Zhang, what brings you here personally?"
"Just a small matter."
Zhang Baoguo responded placidly, "A relative of mine will be studying in the City of Salvation within the next fifteen days. Old Zheng, do you have any good universities to recommend to the Ministry of Education?
I don't want one in the provincial capital. It's best if it's located around the City of Salvation. "