Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 513 The Real Culprit (Part 3)

This mind-numbing powder can make people drowsy and confused, causing them to answer any questions they are asked.

They are said to be able to hypnotize martial arts masters with one or two ounces, knock out masters with two ounces, and knock down immortals with three ounces.

"Surname and origin?"

Ghost Scorpion asked in a low voice, certain that the potion had worked and that the person in front of him would answer all his questions honestly and truthfully.

As the inventor of the "psychic powder," he has this confidence.

"Meng...Meng Ren...Mingfeng Academy..."

"Chen Lingmo, do you know him?" "Chen Lingmo...?! Can...can he be eaten...?"

"Do you know Zhong Han from the Nine-Bend Courtyard?"

"I know...I know...he's a good person, he gave me food..."

"What is your relationship with Master Zhao Ziyang?"

"Relationships...can you eat relationships...?"

What were you doing on the night of June 20th?

"Evening...? At...at the banquet..."

"..."

Ghost Scorpion was speechless. This guy was a complete glutton. All he did every day was eat and drink.

He looked at Zhao Laogou with some impatience.

At this moment, Zhao Laogou, with his bloodhound, was sniffing through Meng Ren's belongings and clothes. "It's not him," Zhao Laogou said with some disgust, putting down the clothes he was holding.

The bag contained not only various clothes, but also all sorts of strange and unusual foods.

This guy is a total foodie.

"Should we deal with him?" Ghost Scorpion gestured with his hand on his neck.

"Don't cause any unnecessary trouble. The people from each academy participating in the secret realm at Jingtian Manor are all elites. If too many people get into trouble, it will be a huge problem." Old Zhao shook his head. "We shouldn't act rashly. Let's find the culprit first."

Judging from the looks of it, this person seems to be innocent; the real culprit must be someone else.

"Ok."

The two quickly left the room and soon disappeared into the street in another direction.

Only Meng Ren, completely unaware of the situation, remained fast asleep.

In the dead of night, the night breeze blew, and the curtains swayed gently up and down, as if something was trying to push out from inside.

laugh!

Suddenly, a bloody finger pierced through the thick window frame and reached in.

By the moonlight, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was just an iron claw.

With a gentle flick of the hand, a wisp of fine dust quickly spread throughout the room.

Half a period of time passed.

Listening to the increasingly faint breathing of the sleeping person inside the room, Ghost Scorpion nodded in satisfaction.

His finger-flicking technique, though severely restricted in its cultivation and truly a wicked art, possesses a power and subtlety far exceeding the imagination of ordinary genuine skills. *Pfft...*

The window was gently pushed open.

A figure darted inside like a ghost.

Ghost Scorpion couldn't wait any longer and walked towards the bedside; he really couldn't wait.

To cultivate the Finger Flicking Divine Skill, one must soak all ten fingers in fresh human blood every day for ten consecutive years to achieve perfect mastery.

If the requirements are not met for even one day, the animal will die of thirst due to lack of blood nourishment.

To improve efficiency and speed things up, he suggested to Zhao Laogou that they split up and search for clues.

This also gave him the opportunity to plunder essence and blood, and take the chance to strengthen himself.

Fang Shouming really thought that with just a little bit of gold, he could boss him around like a hawk.

It was all for this opportunity. He could openly and legitimately enjoy such energetic and vibrant youthful blood.

For him, it was like arriving in paradise.

He clasped his hands together and rubbed them together. His fingers, as smooth as jade, were as long and slender as a woman's, a result of years of soaking in blood.

Swish!

He ripped open the curtains covering the bed.

no one?

Ghost Scorpion was immediately stunned.

He clearly heard it just now; he heard extremely faint breathing sounds.

The breathing sound was very faint, but not nonexistent.

If no one is here, what could the sound he just heard be?

Ghost Scorpion hurriedly turned around and looked out the window. There was no one in the courtyard outside, not even the croaking of frogs that usually croak at night.

It was empty and desolate, utterly silent and cold.

He began to question the meaning of life even more.

Ghost Scorpion could only turn around and scan his surroundings.

The room was small, but the moonlight shone like mercury, and everything was clearly visible.

Tables, chairs, bookshelves, wardrobes...

Only the area around the bed, which is far from the window, is completely dark, and you can't see anything in the shadowy corner.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

In a flash, he was back by the bedside, and with a "whoosh," he pulled back the curtains once more.

He reached out and touched the bedding.

It even has a temperature!

Where did they go? Did they see a ghost?

Ghost Scorpion's heart skipped a beat. Despite his many evil deeds and countless deaths, this bizarre event still chilled him to the bone.

"What are you looking for?"

A sound like a thunderclap rang out behind him.

Ghost Scorpion's hair stood on end, and without hesitation, he turned and retreated swiftly.

However, there was still no one behind him.

call…...

A cool breeze gently blew past his ear.

He was forced to turn back.

It's the neck being forced to rotate 180 degrees when looking back.

We finally found the person.

'So, you've been following me all along...'

Ghost Scorpion then realized that something had been following him closely, like a shadow.

He died without ever understanding whether the person who killed him was a human or a ghost.

......

"That damned Ghost Scorpion, why is he so slow and indecisive? I shouldn't have believed his nonsense and we should have split up!"

Outside Han Yi's courtyard, Old Zhao paced back and forth, looking displeased.

After he finished taking care of things on his end, he arrived at the agreed-upon location.

The agreed-upon time had passed for most of the day, and Ghost Scorpion still hadn't appeared.

"This is what they call the biggest assassin organization? They don't even have a basic sense of punctuality! Assassins like this would probably starve to death if they took on missions!"

Old Zhao kept muttering complaints.

He wasn't worried about Ghost Scorpion encountering any mishaps. While Ghost Scorpion might not be the strongest in a direct confrontation, his stealth and assassination skills were unparalleled; few in the entire Yunzhou could compare.

Zhao Laogou was worried that if the delay went on too long, things might get complicated, and someone might discover something was wrong, leading to an accident.

Even if this is Licheng, not Jingtianzhuang's territory.

But no matter how desolate Jingtian Manor may be, if something happens and the investigation begins, those few people won't be able to escape.

roar…...

Suddenly, the little dog perched on his shoulder raised its head and growled warily in one direction.