Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 569 Schemes (Part 1)

“Alright, I trust Master Fang. He will certainly not break his promise.” Han Yi pondered for a moment and then slowly walked towards Fang He.

"Don't you know my character? I always keep my word." Fang He was overjoyed.

He gritted his teeth, put his right hand behind his back, and squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, waiting for Han Yi to get close so that he could take him down and force him to help heal his injuries.

Even if he is now completely powerless, his bloodline has been forcibly broken, and he suffers a bloodline backlash.

But with his last bit of strength, he was confident he could take down the little guy.

Han Yi's strength is at most at the sixth or seventh level of True Skill, and even the True Skill Inscription stage is no match for him. As long as he can coerce the other party to take him to a safe place, he can recuperate from his injuries and restore his strength, and there is a possibility that he can make a comeback.

"Who's there?"

However, Han Yi suddenly stopped in his tracks.

shhhhhh!

From the corner, streaks of black flying knives, like rain and mist, crisscrossed and weaved, their flight paths unpredictable, hurtling rapidly toward Han Yi.

Han Yi dared not be negligent. He stomped his foot and his palms, like waves, struck the flying knife from the side, knocking it hard to the ground.

whoosh...

While Fang He was focused on the throwing knife, a white figure suddenly appeared, like a white lotus in bloom, and slammed his palm hard into Fang He's back.

puff!

Fang He's expression changed drastically. He threw his head back, spitting out the little blood he had left, and was slammed against the side wall again with a loud thud. A series of cracking sounds followed; countless bones were broken. The last bit of strength he had barely mustered was shattered by the blow.

The white figure moved with incredible speed, leaping high into the air like a bat in flight, and struck Fang He's chest with another palm strike.

"Master of the Manor!?"

Han Yi turned around and looked back, his tone filled with shock.

boom! ! !

He moved swiftly, blocking Fang He's path and facing the white figure head-on with a palm strike.

The two were instantly separated.

shhhhhh! ! !

The white figure had a clear target and launched several more hidden weapons.

This time, without Han Yi's interference, the throwing knife struck Fang He directly, splattering blood everywhere.

In that brief moment of delay, Han Yi lunged forward, gathering all his strength to strike Bai Ying hard on the shoulder. Injured, Bai Ying dodged backward to prevent Han Yi from attacking again.

Unexpectedly, Han Yi also retreated rapidly, and in the process, he picked up Fang He and ran away into the distance.

"Master Fang!"

He swayed as he rushed away into the distance.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"I..." Fang He used the last bit of strength to open his eyes again.

Upon opening her eyes, she found herself on Han Yi's back, surrounded by rapidly changing streets and alleys.

"Cough...cough...!!!" He coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

He had reached his limit, and his last bit of life force had been completely shattered by the attack from the attacker, leaving him unable to stop his injuries.

Han Yi paused for a moment, then took out a handful of healing pills from his robes and stuffed them into Fang He's mouth. Fang He, in his current state, shouldn't be able to have any other thoughts.

"No need... it's a waste..." Fang He's mouth was full of blood, and the pill couldn't get in at all.

"Please... do me a favor..." Blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, which were only now beginning to glow, looked at Han Yi.

"Please speak," Han Yi replied earnestly.

"Help me... find... my son Shouming..." Fang He's pupils dilated, and his consciousness blurred.

Throughout his life, he made many mistakes and harmed many people.

But he truly loved Fang Shouming. Even in his final moments, when his life was hanging by a thread, all he thought of was his son, Fang Shouming.

"..." Han Yi fell silent.

"Promise me... I'll give you everything..." Fang He used his last bit of strength to grab Han Yi's hand. "Okay... If I find any clues about Senior Brother Fang, I will definitely bring him back." Han Yi nodded earnestly.

"good…..."

Fang's arm slumped down, and he closed his eyes in despair.

A small wad of pale yellow parchment fell from his tightly clenched palm.

"You really agree to help this old man find his son?"

A white figure appeared, looking at Han Yi with suspicion.

It was indeed **.

After seeing that ** had escaped, he and Han Yi were still worried.

In particular, he was instrumental in facilitating the search conducted by the government troops against Fang He.

If Fang He manages to escape successfully, he will most likely be the first to suffer retaliation. Therefore, fearing that Fang He might escape, the two of them followed him immediately.

"I'll do my best," Han Yi nodded.

"You... do you know Fang Shouming's whereabouts, which is why you agreed so readily?" **I don't believe it.

"Yes, I know a little bit." Han Yi nodded.

"You really know?" he asked, surprised.

The disappearance of Fang Shouming a while ago caused a great uproar and was known to everyone in the city.

Fang He also put in a lot of effort, searching almost every place he could think of, but found nothing.

However, it seems that his own friend has some clues.

"Of course." Han Yi nodded, expressionless. "I buried the person."

"what?!"

He was speechless for a moment. He looked at the tablet and the corpse on the ground, then at the unchanging expression on Han Yi's face.

His understanding of Han Yi.

There's another layer.

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Late at night, at Jiuquyuan.

The lights were dim, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

In a small room inside the main hall, the wick of a mythical beast oil lamp flickered, casting dappled light.

“Fang He is dead…I’m afraid things will get chaotic…” the noblewoman in the yellow dress sighed.

The noblewoman wore a pale yellow dress and was slightly plump, not nearly as beautiful as Zhong Yunxiu. However, her face was exquisite, and her demeanor was languid and elegant, leaving a deep impression at first glance.

“Yes… Fang He is guilty, and death is not an excessive punishment. The key question is who killed him…” Zhong Yunxiu sighed as well, opposite the noblewoman.

"That's right. Fang He is involved with the Green Robe Alliance, so it's only natural for the government troops to go and arrest him. But Zhao Ziyang shouldn't have taken action. He could have ignored it and pretended not to see it."

But doing it this way, doing it himself... he messed it up..."

The lady paused for a moment, then continued, "Yes, everyone knows that Zhao Ziyang's original intention was good; it was to protect Quan Jing Tian Zhuang and for the benefit of everyone."

But he didn't consider that his actions had alienated the people... Many disciples of my Fragrant Abode, upon hearing of this, cursed him vehemently.

The human heart is a mysterious and enigmatic thing.

It may seem ethereal and intangible, but it's indispensable.

The group then dispersed.