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What kind of Deviant Arts could be so audacious? To be able to kill a Dao Realm cultivator and turn his corpse into a puppet? Such ruthless methods! Even creating a Fa Lan Vajrayana from human bones would seem mild in comparison.
The man's fingers danced lightly, the revived figures moving like puppets in his hands, mechanically mimicking the actions that took place in this secret chamber before. His expression was solemn as he meticulously observed the crime scene over and over again, like a diligent public security officer. He even disregarded the consumption of his spiritual power, replaying the scenes of the fight in reverse repeatedly.
Finally, after twelve repetitions, he discovered a clue within the Liu Jia Lishi pupil refined by Zuo Ci. Liu Jia Fa! The man confirmed the source of the Deviant Arts spell, realizing that it involved some kind of soul-controlling talisman to manipulate puppets up close, killing the Vajrayana and everyone associated with him.
This person was terrifyingly powerful—at least far beyond the Dao Realm. However, such a practitioner of Deviant Arts would not typically remain unknown; there should be records in the headquarters' database! How could they seem to have appeared out of thin air?
Many masters of Deviant Arts flashed through his mind, but none matched their preferred spells. Location: Tongcheng; target type: Deviant Arts. The only target that fit both pieces of information was Daoist Zuo! But hadn’t he already been killed?
Wuchang's Team Qingming had personally struck him down. You could say Wuchang was bad, but you could never say he was weak. With an average age of under thirty, they had cultivated to an average Dao Realm level—a rare feat indeed. Even among their Ghost Messenger Squad, only two had reached the Dao stage, one of whom was himself.
"A Chang," summon a Chang Gui!" the Tall Slim Man said in a deep voice.
"Lao Luo, we've known each other for forty years; the price for a Chang Gui isn't cheap!" the young man chuckled.
"Understood, according to the old rules!" Lao Luo frowned.
The old rule is three hundred thousand, but prices have gone up! You should know that refining a Chang Gui isn't easy!
The young man snapped his fingers. "Five hundred thousand!"
"You bastard!" Lao Luo shouted angrily. "With your ability to swindle, why don't you become an online sales host? What are you doing here?"
"What are you shouting about?" A Chang complained. "Do you think I want to join this Ghost Messenger Squad? It's not like the Captain is forcing me or enticing me; no one from Yun Hu can refuse to do business, just like no chicken can walk out of Fengtian City alive!"
"You're ruthless!" Lao Luo glanced disdainfully at A Chang and whispered, "Don't tell the Captain. Five hundred thousand, let's make it a big deal!"
"Deal!" A Chang grinned.
He pulled out a Black Talisman from his pocket, bit his finger, and smeared his blood on the surface of the Fulu.
Chanting, he said: "Life is determined by Wuchang, neither coming nor going. When death strikes at the tiger's mouth, where can one escape the River of Forgetfulness? Chang Gui, Chang Gui, heed my command!"
The Fulu ignited, and a ghostly figure floated out.
It was a man dressed in tattered cloth, with gray-white pupils and vertical slit eyes that emitted a faint glow.
The most peculiar thing was that he was missing his little finger on his left hand.
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