Chapter 169 Death

A perfectly healthy person, just like that, died, and in such a bizarre and terrifying way.

Zhang Yuanqing stood there in shock, his mind not yet processing what had happened. In contrast, Fu Qingyang appeared calm and experienced, taking out his access card to open the iron gate. His tone was steady:

"Go and see if there are any remnants of a spirit body."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing replied, snapping out of his horrified daze. He strode into the cell and stopped at the bedside. His eyes filled with a dark, viscous "liquid," covering the whites of his eyes. After surveying the surroundings for a moment, he shook his head.

"No spirit body left behind. Chi Yue'an's soul has scattered, a clean death." As he said this, the energy in his eye sockets receded, and his eyes returned to normal.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a moment, "The Wugu Master's curse assassination technique, killing a Saint-level from afar, means the caster is of a very high level. And they must have possessed Chi Yue'an's birthdate, blood, flesh, hair, and other things containing DNA information."

The Wugu Master's curse assassination technique... Chi Yue'an's organization is the Ling Neng Hui... No, if that were the case, they would have been discovered during the general checkup. Someone who knows curse assassination techniques isn't necessarily a Wugu Master, they could also be using items. Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "Is the curse assassination technique a type of curse? Is it a Saint-level skill for Wugu Masters?"

Speaking of the Wugu Master class, he wasn't unfamiliar with it. From "Heaven's Unfairness" to Black Impermanence, and the boss in Yin Yang Town, they were all Wugu Masters. But he was seeing this kind of long-range curse assassination ability for the first time, and it felt somewhat frightening.

Fu Qingyang slowly put away the wooden shackles and chains, saying:

"Curse assassination is a type of curse. In a sense, this is the true curse, the true witchcraft.

"Among the three evil classes, the Wugu Master's characteristic is their sinister nature.

"Often, they won't face you head-on. Instead, they'll use poison, or find opportunities to gather the target's information, such as their birthdate, DNA, photos, etc., and then set up an altar to perform their rituals, remotely cursing and diminishing their fortune.

"Among these, DNA is crucial. Once a Wugu Master obtains it, death is almost certain! Only a few abilities can resolve it."

So that means I've never actually encountered a true Wugu Master. I need to be careful to protect my DNA in the future. And I can't touch women with unknown origins. DNA isn't just in cells...

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and shifted his attention back to the matter at hand, regretting, "I should have just killed him and questioned his spirit."

"There's no need to regret what's already happened. The fact that they chose to kill him to silence him is practically an admission of guilt," Fu Qingyang said. He always maintained an unflappable demeanor, possessing great confidence in all things.

"So, it really is Chi Yue'an's ex-wife," Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Fu Qingyang hummed in agreement, "Most likely. But Chi Yue'an is already dead, so it's his word against hers. And she's not one of the Five Elements Alliance, so we can't force a general checkup. We can't do anything about her for now."

He turned his head to look at his confidant and sighed softly, "I've heard that the old auntie from the Zhu family is very vindictive. You harmed her ex-husband and cut off her source of wealth. It's hard to guarantee she won't retaliate against you. But, I imagine you already have too many debts to worry about."

Zhang Yuanqing thought of Chi Yue'an's miserable death and was greatly alarmed:

"Centurion, the powerful enemies and forces I've provoked are all for the sake of our organization! The organization should be responsible for me, not mock me." Fu Qingyang said indifferently:

"Curse assassination requires a medium. Just be careful to dispose of your DNA. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's not like she'll come knocking on your door asking for your hair." Zhang Yuanqing said, "I'm just afraid that old auntie will try to seduce me."

Fu Qingyang thought for a moment and said, "I'll warn her. This case isn't over yet. We'll have a chance to settle things with her in the future. And we still need to confirm, just in case it wasn't her."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. As long as they had a suspect, they could settle things in the future. This was the so-called justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

Fu Qingyang raised his left hand and looked at his watch, saying:

"Go find Guan Ya. My guest will be here in ten minutes." In the villa, on the west side of the first floor, was the combat room.

Guan Ya was wearing loose training clothes, stretching her legs by the window. A few meters away, Zhang Yuanqing was doing the same.

Although Fu Qingyang would warn the old auntie from the Zhu family, she might not swallow this humiliation. Curse assassination was difficult to defend against. If I let my guard down even a little, I could capsize in a ditch... Of course, I also have to avoid the Devil Eye Heavenly King's "search." I really hope the branch leader can get rid of that radical hothead sooner rather than later.

I can't sleep peacefully as long as that guy is still around.

Zhang Yuanqing shook off his thoughts and turned his head to look at the exquisite, charming mixed-race beauty, asking, "Why did you suddenly want to practice martial arts today?"

The charm of an older man.

Aren't those Annie and Mr. Bill? Why are they here at Fu Jia Wan? Are they the guests Fu Qingyang was talking about?

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and quickly leaned over to the window, carefully observing.

Guan Ya followed his gaze and, through the landscaping trees, saw the two foreigners entering the villa. She paused briefly on the bewitching Annie before glancing at Yuan Shi, who wished he could gouge his eyeballs out and throw them outside.

Guan Ya grinded her teeth, feeling inexplicably annoyed. "Stop looking, let's start training."

Guan Ya soared into the air, her long, straight legs quickly clamping around Zhang Yuanqing.

She twisted her waist in mid-air, rolling like a crocodile, and slammed Zhang Yuanqing onto the elm floor with a *thud*. "+, that's not fair play!" Zhang Yuanqing roared.

The two of them quickly started fighting, and the combat room was filled with the sound of rapid "thwacks."

In the green and colorful courtyard, Bill Tarantino suddenly turned his head and looked towards the west side of the villa. "What's wrong?"

Annie asked.

Bill Tarantino withdrew his gaze and smiled, "I thought someone was watching us just now."

Annie flashed a charming smile, "Isn't it normal for people to watch us? Who can resist my charm?"

Bill withdrew his gaze, "Indeed. So, can such a beautiful lady use her beauty to charm the Fu family's young master and secure the greatest benefits for us?" "Of course!" Annie smiled.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing left the combat room with a bruised nose and swollen face, entering the adjacent shower room to rinse off.

Really, she didn't hold back at all. I didn't even use the Dragon Claw Hand, a martial arts technique lost for many years. Zhang Yuanqing returned to the living room and peered out the door, noticing that the black luxury car was still there.

So he entered the dining room to enjoy the food prepared by the bunny girl and replenish his strength.

He cut off a piece of steak and slowly chewed it, suddenly thinking about Fu Qingyang's family having vast properties overseas. Like Guan Ya, this guy grew up abroad since he was young.

So it's normal for him to have interactions with Spirit Realm Hunters from other countries.

Zhang Yuanqing slowly finished chewing the steak, picked up the bowl filled with mashed potatoes, and scooped it up one spoonful at a time. The soft and smooth mashed potatoes were mixed with a special sauce and pepper, with a moderate salty taste and endless aftertaste.

As he finished the mashed potatoes, the sound of footsteps came from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by Ling Jun's courteous voice:

"Miss Annie, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I was wondering if I would have the honor of inviting you to dinner? Fu Qingyang is an abstinent freak who doesn't know how to respect ladies, but I do. Miss Annie, Miss Annie..."

Zhang Yuanqing quickly poked half of his head out to look, seeing Mr. Bill and Miss Annie walking out quickly, as if not wanting to stay for even a moment longer. Ling Jun, wearing flip-flops, followed them eagerly, with "Miss Annie" and "dinner" coming out of his mouth every other sentence.

What a bootlicker.

Unfortunately, Ling Jun's eagerness didn't earn Annie even a single glance, and she left Fu Jia Wan in the luxury car. Zhang Yuanqing came out with a greasy sausage on a fork, laughing:

"Foreign women might be of good quality, but their personalities are too fierce and they're too arrogant. Young Master Ling Jun should stick to domestic brands." Ling Jun shrugged and sprawled on the soft sofa, "I don't know if their personalities are fierce or not, but their standards are indeed high. They look down on ordinary Spirit Realm Hunters." "Ordinary?" Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the sausage, "Didn't you tell her your identity? You're one of the top young masters in the mainland."

Ling Jun chuckled, "I was just teasing her. There are hundreds of charming women in the world to appreciate, but you can't touch the women of the Beautiful God Association. They're roses with thorns. Um, you know about the Beautiful God Association, right? It's made up of 'Love Desire' class."

The same level wouldn't work.

"They're Spirit Realm Hunters from other countries. What are they doing here?" Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to inquire.

"What else can a Void class do but do business? The Songhai branch reorganizes and sells some of the less cost-effective or overstocked items and materials every year. The Void class are the merchants of the Spirit Realm world. They have a strong obsession with trade. Therefore, the Merchant Guild, which is composed of the Void class, has far more inventory than any other organization in the world, and the variety is the richest.

"As long as you can afford it, you can buy the items and materials of all classes from them. Trading days are usually in June and December. The elders certainly wouldn't manage these small matters. After Fu Qingyang came, the task of trade was handed over to him. That Annie just kept throwing glances during the negotiations, trying to use her beauty to corrupt our Comrade Fu, what an evil intention."

In the future, I can sell my eliminated, unused items to Mr. Bill, or trade them for something else. This is much more cost-effective than handing them over to the branch. After all, points and merits are no longer useful to me at the moment.

Zhang Yuanqing thought of Annie's angry departure: "So, the centurion didn't fall for it?"

Ling Jun rolled his eyes: "Not only didn't he fall for it, that guy said with a serious face that if this transaction included Miss Annie's body, then they would have to pay him an extra mental damage fee."

What a bamboozler. Zhang Yuanqing silently covered his face.

He realized that Fu Qingyang was actually quite sharp-tongued. The longer you spent time with him, the more you'd realize that beneath his cold, abstinent exterior was a poisonous soul. He could imagine what happened next without Ling Jun having to tell him.

"Business, you have to bargain. They'll have to come back in a few days. The Songhai branch's large amount of materials and items is fatally attractive to the Void class." After Ling Jun finished speaking, he said:

"Did you use a martial arts technique lost for many years on Guan Ya again?"

"No, I didn't do anything this time. She just started hitting me." Zhang Yuanqing said with a grievance. Ling Jun gave him a "I understand" look and said earnestly:

"Yuan Shi, I've met many beauties in Songhai recently. I'll recommend a few to you later. They're very understanding, very gentle and virtuous, very charming, as long as you have money." Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and said righteously, "I'm not that kind of person!"

The next day.

After eating breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing went out with his little aunt. In the car, Jiang Yu'er, carrying a small bag, and Zhang Yuanqing, carrying a backpack, stood side by side. The bright and clear elevator door clearly reflected the figures of the two.

Jiang Yu'er's outfit today was very simple: a light yellow short-sleeved shirt, fitted cropped pants, and a pair of white sneakers.

This outfit showed off her figure very well and added a bit of youthful vitality. Combined with her sweet and well-behaved face, it was as if she was just a well-developed girl, not a 25-year-old woman.

Zhang Yuanqing admired his little aunt's beauty in the "mirror." Besides being delicate and lovely, her facial features also had a jade-like quality to her skin. Looking at this face for a long time, one would suspect that she was a jade beauty.

This was different from those so-called rosy cheeks.

Jiang Yu'er looked up at a 45-degree angle, looking at her nephew's head a few times, raising her small hand to measure. "Have you gotten taller?" she asked.

After becoming a Spirit Realm Hunter, his body had undergone a second development, and he had indeed grown four or five centimeters taller.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to talk about this topic, looking down at a 45-degree angle, making a joke, "You've grown up too."

Jiang Yu'er was furious, wielding a hand knife and chopping it on the back of her nephew's neck, "How dare you! You even dare to tease your aunt, what else is there that you little beast can't do." The two joked around for a while until the elevator arrived on the first floor and opened its doors.

Jiang Yu'er immediately restored her well-behaved girl's reserved posture. With the courtesy of a few residents in the building outside the elevator, she took her nephew's arm and stepped out of the car. After getting out of the building, Zhang Yuanqing got into his little aunt's car and headed to Songhai University.

After the Chi Yue'an case ended, he returned to his identity as a college student. He didn't have to work during this time. He had to go to class when he had to, and he couldn't just stay at home idle. His grandmother was the first to disagree.

The white car arrived at Songhai University and stopped at the school gate. Zhang Yuanqing waved goodbye to his little aunt. He watched his little aunt's car merge into the traffic, carrying his backpack and turning to walk towards the school.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a figure at the school gate.

It was a young man wearing sportswear, with handsome features, a sports headband wrapped around his forehead, and a smile on his face. He was the standard sunny, handsome guy. The girls entering and leaving the school frequently turned their heads to look at him.

But he turned a blind eye, earnestly wielding a broom and sweeping the dust at the school gate.

Devil Eye Heavenly King Zhang Yuanqing clearly felt his heart skip a beat, and then beat violently and rapidly.