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Chapter 643 - Chapter 643 Chapter 29 A Debt of Murder

Chapter 643: Chapter 29 A Debt of Murder Chapter 643: Chapter 29 A Debt of Murder At the second subterranean level of the Pearl Tower.

The cavernous warehouse was chilly and damp. Under a ventilation fan stood an alloy freezer that was electrified, covered with yellow talisman papers marked with red characters, and bound with several large iron chains. Through the gaps between the papers and chains, one could barely make out a traditional Chinese character for “four” painted in white.

“No wonder the boss told you to only take it with you when you fled.”

Vivian gently caressed the freezer. The collision between her juice-stained nails and the cold alloy produced a tinkling sound. “Ten Evils Grand Defeat, the most Fierce among the Four Pillars. Truly extraordinary.”

“The boss personally brought this corpse back from Southeast Asia. He treasures it greatly.”

Wenle hugged his shoulders, his eerie gaze oscillating between the freezer and Vivian.

He chuckled at Vivian, “Chen Lang convinced the folks at Quanhe Building, heard he hired Goutui Ze and Zhang Jinxuan as the security captains for the two buildings. One’s a stooge from Xingyian running for his life for betraying his boss, and the other was expelled from the police force for corruption. What an impeccable match.”

“As long as they’re effective. Without Tiangou Fiend and Five Ghosts Fortune Fiend, the ‘Overlord Unarming’ couldn’t be accomplished.”

Vivian felt uneasy under Wenle’s gaze. Both were raised by Xue Wenhai, making Wenle her sworn brother, yet she had always disliked Wenle, this sickly figure. She felt there was something off about his mentality.

She wrapped her collar tighter, “I’ve already reported the situation here to the boss. That businessman surnamed Yang doesn’t know the first thing about Feng Shui, and I don’t know what kind of rare treasure he has that can break the Feng Shui patterns’ anomalies, creating an illusion as if nothing was done yet the Feng Shui pattern naturally collapsed over decades. Now faced with ‘Overlord Unarming,’ I think he’s out of tricks. I have important matters tomorrow, so you keep an eye on the freezer. If anything happens, contact godfather immediately.”

A smile emerged on Wenle’s face, “Did Jin Boqing finally die?”

Vivian glared at him, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. And you’d better watch out yourself. Once we get our hands on Mingzha, everything will be set. If that batch of goods you gave to Zhan Guzai encounters any issues, be careful, or godfather will flay you.”

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As Yang Zheng turned around, the person speaking was an old man in a black linen jacket. At his side was a cup of white liquor, with a small dish of peanuts on the table. He seemed to have been sitting there for quite some time.

Li Yan recognized Qian Wu at a glance, but didn’t make a sound. Instead, it was Yang Zheng who appraised the man for a while, almost shining with eagerness.

“May I inquire about your esteemed surname, elder?”

“No need for such formality, my surname is Qian, Qian Wu. Others call me Mr. Wu.”

Yang Zheng gestured for Qian Wu to join him, “My humble surname is Yang. Mr. Wu, if not imposing, would you care to join me for a drink or two?”

Qian Wu slurped his drink clean, picked up a peanut, and took the seat between Yang Zheng and Li Yan as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Mr. Wu, I didn’t quite understand what you said earlier, could you please repeat it?”

Qian Wu nodded, “Of course, there’s no problem. The Three Fiends and Seven Furies refer to three rare malevolent life charts and seven implements that have been tainted by taking lives. These are originally methods in geomancy to suppress the earth dragon from turning over. Feng Shui Practitioners from Guangdong and Guangxi, anyone with a bit of knowledge would know how to use them. Chen Lang, having been advised by someone, employed the Three Fiends and Seven Furies method to arrange the ‘Overlord Unarming’ Feng Shui deadlock. Its life gate is not in the Yang World; one must delve deep into the Feng Shui Realm to find a remedy. However, the living lacks the ability to enter the Feng Shui Realm, and the dead do not understand the geomantic principles to stimulate the Feng Shui life gate, thus, the situation is insolvable.”

After speaking, Qian Wu’s gaze swept past Li Yan and Cha Xiaodao, not without intention.

Though Yang Zheng did not know Qian Wu, he couldn’t be too cautious at a critical moment and frankly said, “If Mr. Wu is willing to help, please don’t hesitate to state your terms. I may just be a businessman, but I have a wide network. As long as it’s within my power, I will not shy away.”

Qian Wu slowly cracked a peanut between his fingers and shook his head, “Looking at Mr. Yang’s demeanor and speech, you don’t appear to be in business.”

Yang Zheng could only give a wry smile and countered, “Then, according to you Mr. Wu, what is it that I do?”

“You have a straight back and stout arms, your eyes carry a certain ferocity, and from your skull, there’s an imperial aura exuding strongly. You serve someone. And whatever the service, it’s no trivial matter.”

After saying this, Qian Wu glanced over the other three at the table and turned to Cha Xiaodao, “Your earlobes are round and your forehead is broad, your cheeks full, and behind you is a dense aura of bloodshed, obviously having taken many lives, yet the resentment is faint. Your hands also carry a scent of cooking oil, you must spend a lot of time in the kitchen, right?”

Before Cha Xiaodao could respond, he looked at the silent Li Yan.

“As for you…”

Qian Wu stared at Li Yan for a while, his face expressionless as he said, “Eyes like an eagle, a gaze like a wolf, with murderous aura reaching the sky. If not a soldier with outstanding military achievements, then certainly a bandit chief with a body count as high as the grass.”

Li Yan just smiled indifferently, ignoring Qian Wu’s words.

Mo listened with great interest and asked with a grin, “Mr. Wu, why don’t you read my fortune as well?”

Qian Wu looked at Mo for a while, hesitating before he said, “Well, your eyes are cloudy and your skin is yellowed, the essence and blood are both deficient. You should take good care of your health.”

Before the conversation could grow cold, Yang Zheng hurriedly took over, “Mr. Wu is truly impressive. Feel free to speak your mind.”

“Alright.”

Qian Wu agreed immediately, “I want to ask Mr. Yang a few questions. If it’s inconvenient to answer, you can remain silent, but please don’t lie to me.”

“Please ask.”

Yang Zheng’s attitude was very open.

“Where are you from? Who sent you here?”

Yang Zheng blinked and shook his head, remaining silent.

Mr. Wu wasn’t disappointed and asked again, “What’s the wager between you and Chen Lang from the Fortune Association?”

Still, Yang Zheng remained silent.

Qian Wu took a breath, “I have one last question. If Mr. Yang is still unwilling to answer this question, I think there is no need for us to continue this conversation.”

Yang Zheng nodded.

“What is your purpose?”

Li Cha exchanged a glance; it seemed that from the beginning to the end, this old man only really wanted to know this one question.

Yang Zheng struggled for a while, still troubled by this question. After a long time, he finally said sparingly, just two words,

“Stability.”

Yang Zheng looked toward Qian Wu, “Our purpose is stability.”

Qian Wu pondered for a while, then nodded, “I can help you, but you need to help me find someone. He killed my godson, and I need to settle this account with him.”

Yang Zheng nodded, “Who is it?”

“I don’t know him, but I have calculated two lines of divination. The identity of the murderer is within these lines,” Qian Wu said slowly.

“There’s karmic time in the Nine Songs, no destiny returns to the Songs of Chu.”

On hearing this, Li Yan couldn’t help but glance at Qian Wu, and Yang Zheng frowned as well,

“What’s the name of your godson?”

Li Yan, who had been silent, asked.

“His surname is Pei, named Pei Dongsheng.”

The others glanced at Li Yan, who remained unperturbed and shook his head, “I don’t know him.”