Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 514 The Real Culprit (Part 4)

"It's alright, it's alright, they're our own people..." Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and gently comforted them.

Living alone for a long time can lead to some strange hobbies.

When it comes to getting along with people, he actually prefers dogs.

His dog is his friend, his family, and his lover. There will be no betrayal, no conflict, and no struggle for interests.

It won't be as unpunctual or unreliable as Ghost Scorpion.

Snap snap snap…...

There were light footsteps.

Looking through the dim moonlight, Zhao Laogou saw that it was Ghost Scorpion, whom he had just separated from.

"Why are you so slow? What happened to the agreed time?" he couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

However, Ghost Scorpion remained expressionless and slowly walked towards him, taking one step at a time.

"Ghost Scorpion?" Old Zhao instinctively felt that something was wrong, something strange.

It's the middle of the night, and they're dealing with something so urgent. Given Ghost Scorpion's personality, he might have delayed a bit, but he would never do something like this, not even offering an explanation.

clap clap clap...

The footsteps drew closer, and the sound grew clearer.

"Ghost Scorpion?" Old Zhao asked tentatively again.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Only when he got a little closer did he realize that this scorpion was walking on its tiptoes; no wonder its footsteps were so light…

etc…...?!!

wrong…...!!!

At this moment, large beads of sweat began to seep out of Zhao Laogou's body, and his breathing became rapid and erratic.

The scorpion seemed to be walking backwards, with its back to him?!

The face directly opposite him had its tongue sticking out quite a long way...

The little dog on his shoulder was also trembling, as if some terrifying being was lurking around him.

Finally, the puppy couldn't hold back any longer. Under the immense and terrifying pressure, it let out a mournful howl, jumped off the shoulder, and betrayed Old Dog Zhao.

puff!

The scorpion not far away suddenly collapsed to the ground. The puppy, still in mid-air, was suddenly grabbed by its hind legs by something and abruptly hoisted up.

"Were you waiting for me?"

A whisper, like that of a demon, slowly rang in Zhao Laogou's ear.

......

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Licheng, Qunfang Pavilion.

Fang Shouming sat in the seat of honor, holding a white folding fan in his hand, constantly fanning himself.

Throughout the hall, lewd and obscene words could be faintly heard emanating from the side booths.

Through the screen, one could vaguely see a naked man and woman entangled together, constantly thrusting into each other.

The many male disciples sitting in the hall, each one suppressing their emotions, sat upright, appearing dignified and solemn. Suddenly, another burst of music drifted in.

The music was soft, melodious, and charming. I didn't know what instrument it was played on, but it sounded like a young girl's gentle and melodious murmur, like the sweet sound she made while enjoying the rain and dew.

The chief disciples shuddered. Their bodies, already aroused by the lewd sounds, suddenly became even more aroused.

Some impatient men reached directly into the thin fabric of the beautiful woman's dress. Others, less concerned with appearances, picked her up and carried her into a private room.

Some unrestrained individuals, seeking thrills, would simply take their own lives on the spot, or run to the bamboo grove outside the gate to vent and relax.

Some even have peculiar hobbies, gathering in groups of three or five to laugh and play.

Fang Shouming sat in the front and nodded in satisfaction.

These elite members of the ward who are inclined towards him and have formed a faction with him are very likely to become his future core group. Naturally, they cannot be treated like those from rival wards, using simple and crude methods such as drugging them, interrogating them for clues, and finding the murderer.

In particular, many of these people had been involved with him in numerous illegal and disorderly activities.

If they discover that you were the one secretly investigating and suspecting them, they will become disloyal and might reveal things you shouldn't have, which could ruin everything.

Therefore, he went to great lengths to find Mandala and use seduction to find out the truth and ensure that the person who injured Chen Lingmo was not one of his own people, and that there was a traitor among them.

Therefore, all the drinks and food at this banquet were various kinds of items with aphrodisiac effects.

The environment and music were also specially designed to move them and help them relax.

The women accompanying them were specially trained, skilled in techniques of intoxication and seduction, capable of silently and subtly gathering a wealth of information from their intimate moments. Of course, the information they gleaned was kept strictly confidential, passed only to Fang Shouming.

"Young Master Fang, aren't you lonely here all by yourself...?"

A red figure appeared with a charming laugh, her soft and boneless body pressed against Fang Shouming's back.

hiss…...

Her cherry-like lips suddenly enveloped Fang Shouming's earlobe, gently biting and rubbing it.

Fang Shouming felt as if his back and ears were soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was tingling and comfortable, and a surge of heat rose in his heart.

"Why don't we stay here and have some fun? Let me help you relax, young master..."

Mandala's voice was soft and gentle, her eyes were alluring, and her body seemed to be dripping with moisture.

Fang Shouming almost couldn't resist and was just about to grope her.

Suddenly, he remembered the rules of the Yangzhi Academy.

The beginning of cultivating one's will lies in securing one's own peace of mind; when one is at peace, one's will is truly firm; when one's will is truly firm, one's power and influence are undivided, and one's spirit is always firmly guarded, thus enabling one to distinguish between different things.

His father, Fang He, often patiently guided and admonished him, saying that those who aspire to great things must have unwavering will, cultivate their inner strength and resolve, in order to achieve great things…

"call…..."

Fang Shouming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner impulses and calming down.

His eyes snapped open, a gleam in them, and he abruptly stood up, pushing away the mandala that was almost completely clinging to his body.

Snapped!

He stood up so hastily that he even dropped his personal white folding fan to the ground. "No need, let's finish today's work first."

Without hesitation, Fang Shouming strode out of the hall and into the bamboo grove.

"interesting…..."

With her breasts half-exposed and her clothes and hair disheveled, Mandala lay sprawled on the chair, her cheeks flushed as she watched Fang Shouming's departing figure.

"The more this is the case, the more I want to get it..."

Her wet little tongue darted out and licked her lips, clearly showing interest.

Immediately, she gently picked up the fan that Fang Shouming had dropped on the ground, closed it, and held the handle.

Faint, lewd sounds rose and fell intermittently...

......

Inside the bamboo grove, in the small pavilion.

Fang Shouming sat quietly in the bamboo pavilion, waiting patiently.

However, he frowned, somewhat puzzled. So much time had passed.

Logically speaking, no matter how much it drags on, Zhao Laogou and Guixie should have resolved the matter by now.