Qin Lang, who was standing nearby, saw this and his face changed.
Judging by the sound, this punch packs a serious punch!
However, Fang Yu, who had taken a punch head-on, showed no reaction whatsoever and didn’t move an inch.
Fang Yu reached his hand into the black mist and, with a sudden jerk, pulled the figure inside out. He then flung it backward.
“Bang!”
The figure crashed heavily against the wall behind, causing cracks to appear in its surface.
This man was the very Xuanming clan member, only now he wore a ghost mask over his face.
Fang Yu turned around and walked over slowly.
The man in the mask could only feel pain all over his body.
He didn’t expect that even with the mask on, he still had no chance against Shang Fei.
Beneath the mask, the man’s eyes were filled with terror.
Fan Yu walked up to the man and knelt down.
The man shuddered, clenched his fists, and was about to retaliate.
But Fang Yu moved faster, pressing his right hand onto the man’s ghostly mask in an instant.
“Click!”
The ghost mask shattered instantly!
“Ah…”
The man only felt a sharp pain on his face, fell to the ground, and screamed miserably, convulsing all over.
Fang Yu grabbed his hair and lifted him up.
“Tell me, who sent to assassinate Qin Yimo?” Fang Yu asked coldly.
As he spoke, a faint red glow flickered in Fang Yu’s eyes.
The man immediately stopped screaming, his expression becoming vacant.
“I was sent by the chieftain to assassinate Qin Yimo…” The man replied.
Hearing this answer, Fang Yu frowned and continued to ask: “How much do you know about Qin Yimo?”
“I don’t know, all the information I have about this woman was given to me by the chieftain… My only task is to poison Qin Yimo.” The man said.
It seems that catching this man isn’t really worth the effort.
Obviously, all the intelligence was in the hands of the chief, who spoke for the men.
To find the mastermind, one must first locate the leader of the Xuanming clan.
“What’s your name?” Fang Yu asked.
“Wu Zhigao,” the man replied.
What’s the name of their chieftain? Fang Yu continued to ask.
“Wu Heng,” Wu Zhigao replied.
“Where is the base camp of our Xuanming Clan?” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked the most crucial question.
<<>>
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately extended his right hand, his fingertip touching Wu Zhigao’s forehead.
A flash of white light, and Fang Yu’s divine sense entered Wu Zhigao’s soul.
At that moment, Fang Yu saw a force like a blade cutting through Wu Zhigao’s soul!
Fang Yu immediately used his divine sense to strike at the force.
“Wow!”
This force was instantly shattered by Fang Yu.
But Uzhigao’s soul, has been cut in half.
All damage within the spirit realm is irreversible.
Wu Zhigao’s soul was cut in half, and there was no way to repair it.
Fang Yu withdrew his divine sense. In front of him, Wu Zhigao’s eyes were wide open, but there was no light in them.
Although he still breathed, he had completely lost his ability to think and act, being little different from a corpse.
“There are indeed still vestiges in the soul… and they’re deeply hidden. I didn’t even notice them before.” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and stood up.
Qin Lang walked forward and looked at Wu Zhigao, who was dumbfounded. He asked, “Mr. Fang, he…”
“This person is finished, just dispose of him.” Fang Yu said.
……
At the same time, in a remote mountainous region in the southwest.
In the stone house, an old man suddenly stood up, his eyes sharp as blades.
This person is precisely Xuan Ming Clan’s clan leader, Wu Heng.
“Zhi Gao’s in trouble… I just told him to negotiate with the Wushen Cult, how could things go wrong?!” Wu Heng’s face was grim as he paced back and forth inside the stone hut.
He left his mark on the soul spirits of every member of the Xuanming Clan.
Besides preventing betrayal among members, the biggest purpose of this mark is that it allows him to quickly know the status of every member of his tribe.
Just now, he sensed the mark in Wu Zhigao’s soul violently shake, and then suddenly disappear.
This situation is obvious. Wu Zhigao has fallen into the enemy’s hands and been forced to say things he shouldn’t have, thus triggering the Mark.
What puzzled Wu Heng was why Wu Zhigao had run into trouble?
He went to Huaibei, the stronghold of the Wu Shen Jiao, to negotiate cooperation with them.
The Wu Shen Jiao is now begging the Xuan Ming Clan to return, and they will never, nor do they need to, lay a hand on Wu Zhi Gao.
That is to say, the whole process of Wu Zhigao going to Huaibei to negotiate cooperation with the Wuzhi Sect was not dangerous.
This indicates that Wu Zhigao’s incident was most likely caused by something else.
Other things… <<<
Wu Heng quickly remembered the commission he had taken on two months ago.
The employer is a big shot, and the target of the assassination is also a big shot.
U Heng originally didn’t want to take that task because the risk was too high. However, the employer’s terms were too generous, and in the end, U Heng couldn’t resist the temptation and took the job.
After that, he sent U Zhigao, the most skilled in gu technique among the younger generation, to put a curse on the target person…
To his surprise, the task of casting a curse was completed. However, when Wu Zhigao tried to contact the insects and trigger a poison outbreak afterward, he encountered a major problem!
Wu Zhigao’s connection to the gu worms has been severed, and he has been tracked down!
In this situation, Wu Heng immediately ordered Wu Zhigao to leave the place and return to the clan.
However, although the task was not fully completed, the employer still paid Wu Heng half of the agreed-upon amount.
More than two months have passed, and Wu Heng has put it aside.
Who would have thought, more than two months later, Wu Zhigao has met with an accident!
This shows that the consequences of this matter have already begun to ferment!
This job certainly isn’t easy to take on!
The target’s identity is simply too distinguished. Should something dangerous happen, their family will definitely not let it go!
The more Wu Heng thought about it, the deeper his brow furrowed.
He paced back and forth in the stone house, his heart sinking.
He somewhat regretted it.
At that time, I was blinded by greed.
This level of family feud, he shouldn’t be involved in it!
One in, trouble non-stop!
But now it’s too late to regret.
Since things have come to this, we still need to find a way to solve it.
Now the Xuanming Clan and the Wushen Cult are negotiating cooperation, preparing for a major event.
You mustn’t get distracted by too many other things!
“Sigh, Zhi Gao is gone… Now I don’t even know how much the Qin family knows…” Wu Heng sat back down on the cool mat, closed his eyes tightly, and forced himself to calm down, thinking of a solution.
After nearly ten minutes, Wu Heng opened his eyes, a gleam flashing in them.
“Contact the original employer… they definitely know Qin’s situation…”
……
Fang Yu sat on the sofa in Qin Lang’s living room, drinking tea that Qin Lang had brewed for him.
“This tea definitely isn’t pure and natural. The taste isn’t pure enough, and there’s too much smoky flavor.” Fang Yu took a sip and commented.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Fang. If you don’t like this kind of tea, I’ll have someone change it for you immediately,” Qin Lang said hurriedly.
Fang Yu waved his hand and said, “No need, I was just casually saying it.”
Qin Lang’s face was grave. He asked, “Mr. Fang, what should I do now? Wu Zhigao has become a vegetable…and the clues have been cut off.”
Fang Yu crossed her legs and looked at Qin Lang, saying: “What kind of people has the Qin family offended? Doesn’t Qin Wudao know this? I remember that when Qin Yimo was poisoned, someone contacted Qin Wudao to negotiate terms, right? Even this can’t determine the target?”
Hearing this question, Qin Lang’s expression became serious. He said solemnly, “Mr. Fang, grandpa does have someone in mind… but as of now, there is absolutely no evidence, and we can’t do anything about it.”
Fang Yu nodded.
He could understand this situation.
“Although Wu Zhigao is out of the picture, the trail isn’t cold.” Fang Yu said.
Qin Lang’s face changed, he stared at Fang Yu and asked, “Mr. Fang, what do you mean…?”
“The people Wu Zhigao met today, if I’m not mistaken, should be from the Wushi Sect. Have you heard of the Wushi Sect?” Fang Yu asked.
“The Witshen Cult… I think it was a kind of sect active in the Huaibei and Jiangnan regions here? I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know much about it.” Qin Lang replied.