In less than half a minute, Zhang Yuanqing arrived swiftly and nimbly, stopping at the mouth of the bridge.
Fu Qingyang gestured with his eyes, and Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bridge opening, looking inside. In the Night Watcher's vision that pierced the darkness, he saw a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, slumped against the wall.
There was a finger-thick hole in the center of his forehead, and fresh blood was flowing out "gurgling".
Zhang Yuanqing carefully examined him. The man had prominent brow bones, narrow eyes, and a sharp, thin face – clearly an evildoer.
He died so easily. Like *Tiandao Bugong* and *Hengxing Wuji*, he was a Warlock at the Extraordinary stage. Blackness surged in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes as he connected with the residual spirit within the corpse.
Then, he took out the Demon Subduing Pestle and handed it to Fu Qingyang.
Having completed the preparations, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath.
Then, his spiritual body transformed into "green smoke" and entered his mouth.
Memories not his own flooded in, and his sea of consciousness suddenly expanded, like a balloon being inflated.
Scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, and Zhang Yuanqing gleaned a rough outline of *Tiandao Bugong's* life from the fragmented, scattered memories.
A gambler father, a remarried mother, living with his grandparents. An unfortunate childhood planted seeds of darkness in his heart, and the setbacks of growing up alone became fertilizer for the seeds to sprout.
He finally grew into a biased and violent villain.
In the ever-changing scenes, Zhang Yuanqing saw a dim bedroom. *Tiandao Bugong* stood at a desk, cutting his wrist and letting blood flow into a bronze bowl.
The blood bubbled in the bowl, and a blood mist rose, condensing into a blurry human face, its voice sharp:
"How did Dark Night Rose respond?"
*Tiandao Bugong* respectfully said, "They agreed to assassinate Yuan Shiqing, to avenge *Hengxing Wuji*. Also, Dark Night Rose wants to obtain 'Young Soldier King's' information in reality."
The human face formed by blood mist was silent for a moment, and the sharp voice came again:
"Dark Night Rose should not be interested in that guy."
*Tiandao Bugong* said, "Your subordinate does not know. The other party is tight-lipped."
The blood mist floated above the bowl, swaying slightly, and said, "If Dark Night Rose succeeds in assassinating Yuan Shiqing, then you tell him that 'Young Soldier King's' real name is Lei Yibing, he lives in Songhai, studies at a university in Jiangnan Province, and the family address is..."
"Before telling Dark Night Rose, you must first ask clearly what their purpose is in investigating 'Young Soldier King'."
*Tiandao Bugong* nodded, hesitatingly saying, "The subordinate found that Dark Night Rose attaches great importance to this matter, and seems unwilling to reveal it to us..."
The blood mist human face shook a few times and said, "If they are unwilling, then let it go. The top priority is to control the Fallen Holy Grail, and other things can be postponed."
In the dazzling golden light, Zhang Yuanqing broke free from the spirit interrogation state and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the dark, lightless night sky, and he found himself lying at the entrance of the bridge, his head aching.
"Hiss..." Zhang Yuanqing sat up and rubbed his head.
He was knocked unconscious again. If Fu Qingyang doesn't reward me with a bunny girl, he will be sorry for my sacrifice. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the white-clothed young master standing beside him and said:
"beqege."
"I asked some things, but there were no major gains..."
He immediately told Fu Qingyang a simplified version of *Tiandao Bugong's* memories, and he hid the information about Bing Ge.
Zhang Yuanqing said in distress:
"*Hei Wuchang* and his subordinates are in contact through a certain item. *Tiandao Bugong* doesn't know the whereabouts of *Hei Wuchang*."
Of course, *Hei Wuchang* would not reveal his hiding place to his subordinates. If any of them rebelled, or were subjected to spirit interrogation,
it would be equivalent to exposure.
An experienced leader of an evil profession would not be so stupid.
Although it was expected, it was still disappointing. In this case, I can only hope that the information from the Gu King will be sent over soon. Zhang Yuanqing sighed.
At this time, he saw Fu Qingyang reaching out and grabbing something from the item bar.
It was a simple, ugly hand puppet. It had a round head and a skirt-like body. At first glance, it looked like a sun doll.
The puppet's eyes were sewn with black thread into two x's, and the mouth was a straight line.
Fu Qingyang asked, "Did you see his hiding place in *Tiandao Bugong's* memory?"
Zhang Yuanqing said, "Yes."
Fu Qingyang nodded and put the ugly puppet on his right hand. The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw faint silver threads extending from the top of the puppet's head and hands, wrapping around *Tiandao Bugong's* corpse.
A few seconds later, a sound came from the bridge opening, and *Tiandao Bugong* crawled out, the hole in the center of his forehead already healed, and the blood no longer flowing.
He's resurrected!
Ignoring the stunned subordinate, Fu Qingyang moved his fingers, and "*Tiandao Bugong*" raised the corners of his mouth, making a low, hoarse voice::
"This item is called 'Soldier Puppet'. I applied to an elder of the White Tiger Soldier Faction to use it. It has some of the abilities of a Ruler-stage Puppet Master. It can restore the details of the deceased's life, including voice, body habits, and skills, and is controlled by the item holder." Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, and then overjoyed: "You mean……"
*Tiandao Bugong's* hoarse voice faintly said:
"Manipulate this body to contact *Hei Wuchang* and find out his next plan."
There's this operation?! Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. Fu Qingyang had long expected that *Hei Wuchang's* whereabouts could not be found on *Tiandao Bugong*, so he applied for the corresponding items in advance. 1
This guy is arrogant and cold, but he is indeed powerful and a reassuring teammate. 1
Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.
He had concealed some of the content of the spirit interrogation. What should he do if *Hei Wuchang* asked about Bing Ge?
If Fu Qingyang couldn't answer, he might be exposed, which would render their efforts of many days useless.
If he confessed about Bing Ge, with Fu Qingyang's keenness, he might be able to detect a lot of things. 1
This is called plans can't keep up with changes, the world is always so impermanent.
"Centurion is wise and mighty." Zhang Yuanqing suppressed the anxiety in his heart and offered flattery as usual.
*Tiandao Bugong* raised the corners of his mouth, and the low voice said faintly: "Next time you can change some better-sounding words, I don't hate it."
With that, the puppet walked to Fu Qingyang and carried the main body on his back.
Is this the price of using the item? Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing guessed in his heart, and then heard "*Tiandao*
*Bugong*" say faintly:
"Soldier Puppet has two prices. First, it can only manipulate the dead. Second, during the manipulation of the puppet, the main body cannot speak or act."
This price is a bit heavy. What is this, carrying yourself? If the puppet is replaced by a girl, I suddenly have a lot of flirty operations. No, I can't think about it anymore... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head, driving the bold thoughts out of his mind.
The three returned to the business car and found *Tiandao Bugong's* hiding place according to the picture Zhang Yuanqing saw in his memory.
It is located at the junction of Kangyang District and Fenghui District, a semi-new apartment.
The night was dark, the street lights shone with lonely light, the shadows of the trees swayed in the wind, and except for a few 24-hour convenience stores that were still open, the other shops had closed.
The white business car stopped outside the apartment, and Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and got out, charming the doorman.
*Tiandao Bugong*, carrying the main body on his back, followed Zhang Yuanqing into the apartment.
Zhang Yuanqing led the way and came to the third floor, stopping at the door of Room 302.
Fu Qingyang manipulated *Tiandao Bugong*, took out the key, and opened the door.
Entering the house, Zhang Yuanqing scanned around in the darkness. The apartment had two bedrooms and one living room, with a total area of about 70 square meters.
The furnishings are simple, the dining table is covered with dust-proof cloth, the kitchen utensils have not been used for a long time, and there is a lack of a sense of life.
It seems that *Tiandao Bugong* is just using this place as a temporary foothold.
"The thing to contact *Hei Wuchang* is in the bedroom." Zhang Yuanqing walked ahead and pushed open the door of the bedroom.
As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a faint strange smell, and then he felt dizzy, his lungs were uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but cough.
Fu Qingyang manipulated *Tiandao Bugong* and said faintly: "The bedroom is filled with toxic gas. Tell me where the contact props are, and then take my body out."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded and took a few steps back, saying:
"In the closet..."
*Tiandao Bugong* nodded, handing the main body to Zhang Yuanqing, and entered the bedroom himself.
"Bang!" The door closed.
Zhang Yuanqing carried Fu Qingyang on his back and retreated out of the apartment, waiting in the silent corridor.
In the bedroom, *Tiandao Bugong* simply wiped the blood stains on his body, opened the door of the wooden wardrobe, and found a bronze bowl.
It was heavy in his hand, and the body of the bowl was carved with poisonous creatures such as snakes, insects, and centipedes, and a slightly pungent odor floated from the mouth of the bowl.
*Tiandao Bugong* took the bowl and came to the table, cut his wrist, and let the blood flow into the bowl.
According to the information Zhang Yuanqing obtained from the spirit interrogation, this bowl does not require other operations, just give enough blood.
The blood soon gathered and covered the bottom of the bowl, gathering half a bowl.
Soon, the blood in the bowl boiled, and wisps of blood mist rose, condensing into a blurry human face, making a sharp voice:
"How is it?"
*Tiandao Bugong* lowered his head and bowed, "Boss, Yuan Shiqing is dead. Dark Night Rose has proved their sincerity to us."
The blood mist floated, and the sharp voice carried a bit of a smile:
"Very good. I will let the young woman be responsible for the follow-up handover. I plan to meet with the people from Dark Night Rose in two days. At that time, you come to the old place."
*Tiandao Bugong* bowed and said, "Yes!"
At this time, the blood mist condensed into a human figure and asked:
"What is Dark Night Rose's reply about the Young Soldier King?"
*Tiandao Bugong's* body stiffened slightly.
In the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing weighed it all the way, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and whispered:
"Centurion, your subordinate has something to report."
ps: Fix typos first, then change later.