Who is Yaozu

Zhu Yan followed behind Feng Qiang, the dining knife in his hand ready to strike at any moment.

Telekinesis—the key to this ability lay in the act of retrieving.

The dining knife was too small; using it to chop off an entire arm was obviously impossible.

But if he merely pierced his wrist, it would be far too merciful.

Zhu Yan cast his eyes down at the pale yellow tiles. The spots Feng Qiang had stepped on were already marked with dirty, bloody footprints.

Feng Yaozu had not resurrected because Zhu Yan had stored his corpse inside his ring.

If he were to immediately store Feng Qiang's corpse into the ring in the exact same way...

Would Feng Qiang also lose any chance of resurrection?

The restroom sign was right in front of them, and rustling sounds came from inside.

The old man was still trying to wake Feng Yaozu up, his tone growing somewhat agitated.

"...Child, I've already made the pros and cons very clear."

This corpse was truly too terrifying.

If he hadn't known it was a living person transformed, he would probably have fled immediately.

But no matter how much he tried to persuade him, the other party remained slumped and stiff like a real corpse, completely unresponsive to his words!

Not far away, the sound of chaotic footsteps could already be heard. It was clearly that demonic father and son returning!

If they didn't act now, they wouldn't have a single chance left.

The old man was pacing anxiously.

"They are coming. If you turn into a corpse, does it make you immune to their attacks?"

"Is it... is there a limit to this ability?"

Yes, that must be it.

Otherwise, how could the young man's indifference be explained?

He had already told him everything he knew!

"Yaozu, are they in here?" Feng Qiang's gloomy, cold voice came from the restroom entrance.

Zhu Yan took a step forward and glanced inside.

The stall door was open, revealing the back of the old man squatting on the floor.

"Ah, yes."

Zhu Yan somewhat missed the kind of euphoria that used to wash over him at a moment's notice.

If he wasn't wearing the bracelet on his wrist, he would probably be incredibly high right now.

Zhu Yan slowly slid the bracelet down a little.

"Dad, don't kill the wrong person. That corpse is inside the stall."

Feng Qiang smiled and took two steps forward.

The despair on Li Ming and Zhang Ze's faces deepened. Inside the stall, the old man also slowly turned around.

He raised his hands in surrender and carefully backed out of the stall.

The corpse lay diagonally on the floor, one hand hanging stiffly into the squat toilet.

The old man looked away, feeling uncertain.

This young man should have a backup plan, right?

"Fuck!"

Feng Qiang cursed.

From this angle, he could just see one of the corpse's feet.

The details were incredibly realistic; the foot was even wearing the leather shoes Feng Qiang had worn when he left the house.

The shoes were brand new, ones Feng Qiang had previously swiped from a luxury store.

His heart skipped a beat, and a heavy sense of foreboding and unease swept through his mind.

With almost no thought, Feng Qiang violently reached out and grabbed at Feng Yaozu's corpse!

"Dare to impersonate my son, fuck you!!"

Zhu Yan took off the bracelet.

Intense euphoria suddenly overwhelmed him, his heart instantly filled with frantic joy.

A heart and a pile of slimy intestines were gripped in Feng Qiang's hand.

However, that heart was not fresh and beating like usual.

Although it still retained some residual warmth, this subtle texture clearly meant it was already...

Feng Qiang desperately wanted to turn around and look at Feng Yaozu.

He had no time to delve into this strange thought—perhaps he was bewitched by this corpse-transforming ability.

But he had to turn around and see Feng Yaozu!

At the stall door, the old man looked at the shriveled corpse on the ground and closed his eyes in despair.

It was over. They were doomed.

He had originally thought this young man might have some sort of backup plan.

But in the end, it was just this...

Zhang Ze's face was deathly pale.

He glanced at Li Ming, who shook his head in despair, trembling like a leaf.

It was no use. Not a single person present had a high enough ability level to contend with Feng Qiang.

For them, this instance was a path of certain death!

"Dad," Zhu Yan called out.

Gripping a mass of flesh and blood, Feng Qiang saw Feng Yaozu's face.

He should have felt relieved.

But for some unknown reason, Feng Qiang's heart began to pound violently instead!

"Yaozu. Did we clear this instance?"

Feng Qiang asked carefully, using a tone he himself couldn't understand.

Zhu Yan suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"We cleared it, we cleared it."

The impact of the euphoria was too intense. His dopamine was secreting wildly; he truly couldn't hold it back anymore.

He walked up to Feng Qiang and patted his shoulder.

The next second, the level-five dining knife struck without mercy, easily piercing through his elbow joint with a soft squelch.

Feng Qiang had not anticipated this turn of events. The intense pain caused him to drop Feng Yaozu's organs.

He screamed and moved to cover the wound, but the blade twisted, and his other arm was also cleanly pierced by Zhu Yan.

"I cleared it, but you didn't, Dad."

Zhu Yan said icily.

His appearance was rapidly changing. That face belonging to Feng Yaozu was kneaded like soft dough, and a few seconds later, it transformed into a completely different look.

It was exactly that young man from the truck!

"You... you..."

Feng Qiang's eyes widened.

This scene was too shocking; the massive impact made him forget to scream.

"How... how is this possible?!"

"Holy shit?!" Li Ming jumped up and cursed.

He looked at Zhang Ze, then at the equally stunned old man.

What was going on?

Feng Qiang bent over, panting with gritted teeth, his face looking terrible.

If the person in front of him was the young man he wanted to kill, then what about Feng Yaozu's corpse...

Feng Qiang was thoroughly confused.

Ignoring the pain, he subconsciously looked down at the lifeless heart on the ground; then he stumbled over to look at Feng Yaozu's deflated body.

"Thrilling, isn't it?"

Zhu Yan twirled the dining knife and asked faintly.

"Moving your son's corpse here took me quite a bit of effort."

Feng Qiang finally understood.

Facing Feng Yaozu on the ground, his mind completely collapsed.

A chaotic mix of emotions stabbed into his brain like swords. Feng Qiang squatted down, swaying his two ruined arms, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Yao... Yaozu... Yaozu..."

Li Ming and Zhang Ze exchanged a glance and swallowed hard.

Looking at Zhu Yan, they understood too.

Holy shit.

This guy was playing the fool to catch the tiger; he had been acting from the very beginning!

Then right now, does that mean...

Reacting with lightning speed, Li Ming lunged forward, a dagger flying from his hand straight toward the back of Feng Qiang's heart.

"You damn animal, today I'm going to help the boss punish evil and promote good!"

Zhu Yan took a glance but did not stop him.

Feng Qiang's player level wasn't high; this dagger from the Online Mall was more than enough to finish the job.

Squelch—

Feng Qiang had already lost all desire to dodge and survive.

Li Ming's dagger stabbed ruthlessly into his heart. Feng Qiang pitched forward, crashing down onto Feng Yaozu's corpse.

Spent the whole afternoon sorting this out.

It's exhausting physical labor, draining a lot of mental and spiritual energy.

After finishing, I truly don't even have the strength to speak...

Since you are all so interested, tomorrow I will tell you about some of the charlatans I have met in my line of work.

Some people are curious, asking how I learned my craft and whether I take on apprentices.

I want to let you know that this industry is not without its barriers to entry.

From what I have seen of so-called Daoist priests, ninety-nine percent of them have no real skills and are just swindling people out of their money.

As for learning and taking apprentices, guys, the study of occult arts and divination ultimately boils down to mathematical formulas. It also demands a very high level of comprehension and logical agility.

It is no different from the subjects you study in school; it is not easy to learn.

Nowadays, there are so many people who learn just a tiny bit of surface knowledge and jargon. Before they have even managed to demystify the practice for themselves, they have the audacity to go out and read fortunes or handle supernatural matters for others.

I will not say too much more right now. There are simply too many stories. I have even handled cases for celebrities and agents in the entertainment industry, which is not something I can cover in just a few hundred words.

Just remember this: the secret entertainment industry gossip written on Tomato are fake. And even if they were true, ninety-nine percent of the time it is just scammers conning people out of their cash. Just keep that in mind.

I told a friend before: if I ever make it big in this industry, it will be entirely because these hack peers make me look good by comparison.

Damn, I am tired. I am totally drained. I am going back to get some rest.