Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 515 The Real Culprit (Part 5)

Zhao chose Old Dog and Ghost Scorpion as the main force of the operation, and Fang Shouming naturally had some thoughts on it.

Old Zhao, his family and old hideout are all near Jingtianzhuang, and we know him inside and out.

Having worked together many times, he could easily grasp Zhao Laogou's character and personality.

Not particularly good, but not bad either. They generally keep their word, and aside from being a bit greedy, they don't have any major flaws.

He was meeting Ghost Scorpion for the first time.

But this person was recommended by Zhao Laogou and is also the leader of Lonely Smoke Tower, the largest assassin organization in Licheng. It's impossible for someone of his stature and with such rich combat experience to make a mistake on such a trivial matter.

"Let's wait and see, there shouldn't be any unexpected problems..."

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Fang Shouming picked up his wine glass, took a big gulp of the bluish wine, and tried to comfort and console himself.

Don't use people with suspicion, don't use people who are suspicious.

Suspicion without evidence and internal strife will only lead to infighting and discourage one's own people.

Besides, if something unexpected had really happened, Li Tianwei and Dong Feng would have come to warn them long ago, given all this time.

He especially trusted Li Tianwei.

He arranged for Li Tianwei and Dong Feng to go with them, ostensibly to assist in the investigation, so as to facilitate Zhao Laogou and Guixie's actions.

In reality, wasn't it all just to leave spies to monitor Zhao Laogou and Guixie?

Ultimately, both of these individuals belong to the demonic path, and we must be wary of them.

Otherwise, the security over there is practically non-existent, so why would four people need to go together? "Forget it, I'm just wasting my time waiting here. Let's go to the lobby and see if they've got any results yet."

After waiting and waiting, Fang Shouming decided to go to the main hall to check since no one had come.

Most of the disciples in the hall had a good relationship with him, and they often communicated and interacted with each other, and some even participated in many illegal and disorderly activities together.

Therefore, although he used some methods to search for clues about possible murderers, he also investigated these people.

However, compared to the Jing Tian Manor headquarters, where several branch academies remained neutral or even somewhat hostile, he didn't think there would be any problems here. He was more inclined to give it a try.

His focus remained on the findings of his investigation into Zhao Laogou and Guixie.

This is why he was anxiously waiting for news from the Jingtianzhuang camp.

Fang Shouming got up and slowly walked towards the hall, thinking about what he needed to do later.

First, find the mandala, ask about the situation, and then...

That was it...

When I think of Datura, her stunningly beautiful face, her alluring figure, and her captivating voice come to mind…

Fang Shouming felt a surge of emotion.

"As the saying goes, to die beneath a peony is to be a romantic ghost... I used to doubt it, but now I see that such alluring and stunningly beautiful women truly exist..."

He actually almost lost control of himself just now.

But compared to the reward Chen Lingmo would receive after finding the real culprit, and the possibility of becoming the son of the manor lord in the future...

He suppressed his lust for the time being, focusing on resolving the immediate matter. However, once this was settled, he could spend a few days with her…

Fang Shouming thought lewdly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, a lewd smile appearing on his face.

As he pondered his plans, he continued walking along the bamboo path toward the main hall.

However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that something extremely terrifying and heavy had jumped in from the tall red wall surrounding the Qunfang Pavilion.

This thing has a very high density, but the sound it makes when it lands is extremely faint.

These two extremely contradictory feelings are so unpleasant they make you want to vomit blood.

Fang Shouming stopped in his tracks immediately.

He slowly looked around.

All around were dense bamboo trees and leaves, a thick, continuous green expanse, obscuring anything within. Looking into the distance, the alluring purplish-red lights of the hall were clearly visible, and faint sounds of rushing in and out could be heard.

Everything seemed to be normal.

"Is there something wrong with the drinks? Or did I drink too much fake alcohol?"

Fang Shouming breathed a sigh of relief and gave a few wry smiles.

He thought about it and realized that the wine he had drunk in the bamboo pavilion earlier must have been pure wine without any additives.

Perhaps the quality of the beverage is poor.

He thought so.

After all, everything in this Qunfang Pavilion is expensive, and everything costs money.

That alone would be one thing, but the key issue is that the quality of the various drinks and food is also poor.

A vat of ordinary wine that costs one or two taels of silver outside can sell for at least twenty taels of silver here. The price has increased more than twenty times!

But what can you do when the girls at Qunfangge are of such high quality?

Despite the high prices, Qunfangge is still bustling with people, who come in groups, and many of the top courtesans are fully booked.

Fang Shouming continued walking forward. During the day, the bamboo forest path was quiet and peaceful, and he felt relaxed and refreshed.

But as night falls, the journey becomes incredibly long and winding, like an endless, vicious cycle.

Swish...

Fang Shouming sensed something was wrong again. He quickly looked over and could only see the bamboo leaves swaying gently, as if the sound from before was just a night breeze.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Perhaps I'm being overly suspicious. My father often said that those who achieve great things not only possess extraordinary talent, but also unwavering perseverance, and can remain calm and composed in the face of adversity..."

Fang Shouming quickened his pace. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

It felt like something was watching him from behind.

But he found nothing.

Fortunately, no matter how long the bamboo path is, it will eventually come to an end.

Fang Shouming finally reached the end and walked out of the bamboo forest. Ahead was a hall with a lively atmosphere and an ambiguous environment.

Many people had already finished and, after getting dressed, continued to eat and drink inside, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

He turned back and looked at the dense, dark bamboo forest, and immediately felt much more at ease.

'Looks like we'll have to travel in groups in this place from now on...' He patted his chest.

Fang Shouming roused himself, lifted his foot, and walked towards the hall. However, when he turned back, a tall and imposing figure had appeared in the shadowy corner of the hall ahead.

The man was completely wrapped in a large black robe, hidden from head to toe in darkness, with no visible physical features.

The dark figure kept looking up, as if searching for something.

Fang Shouming felt weak all over, his body was ice cold, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

This kind of clothing, this kind of style, this kind of figure…...