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Zuo Ci frowned and asked, "Just tell me, is it true or not?"
"Of course it's true!" Black Cripple chuckled. "Our mayor in Tongcheng lost the Vajrayana offering a while back, and his self-cultivated Yao Lun Secret Technique is just half-baked. If he stops practicing, it's like getting hooked on drugs. The backlash is terrifying. Right now, he's anonymously posting a request for life extension, but no one dares to take it!"
The method of extending life has always been considered an Evil Art that defies the heavens and alters fate. The risk is too great; no one is willing to try.
"So it's him!" Zuo Ci said with suspicion. "How can he still be mayor? So many people have died; even if he isn't dismissed, he should at least be demoted, right?"
"Ah, that's where you're wrong!" Black Cripple whispered. "Anyone who can reach this level has powerful figures backing them."
"I see!" Zuo Ci smiled slightly. "I hope that powerful figure behind him is strong enough."
Seeing Zuo Ci's determination, Black Cripple didn't say much more. He dialed the number left by the mayor. After a brief conversation, he hung up the phone, overjoyed. "After all, he is the mayor! He hasn't been shy about greed; he's willing to offer you fifty million as an offering every month! And if the life extension works, that price could double!"
Zuo Ci shook his head with a smile. "Let's see if he can survive first."
The retaliation from the Easterners is not something to be taken lightly.
About three hours later, a black Benz arrived at the office door.
The secretary, dressed in a sharp suit and leather shoes, swiftly exited the vehicle to open the door for the important figure in the back seat. The Mayor, wearing a mask and sunglasses, entered the office with an air of mystery.
"Fang Yuan Master?" The Mayor's expression turned serious.
"Indeed," Zuo Ci nodded in acknowledgment.
The Mayor remained silent. However, his secretary raised an eyebrow, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "Our Mayor holds a high position; he isn't someone any Tom, Dick, or Harry can just attach themselves to. This Fang Master? You need to show some sincerity first; otherwise, can you handle this fifty million?"
"If the Mayor didn't trust Fang Mou, he wouldn't have come here," Zuo Ci replied calmly, his eyes narrowing as he regarded the Mayor's secretary.
The latter felt a shiver run down his spine under Zuo Ci's gaze and stammered, "What are you looking at me for?"
"I wish to borrow something from you," Zuo Ci smiled.
"Borrow what?" The secretary asked suspiciously.
"Naturally, it's your heart!"
In an instant, Zuo Ci moved like a wraith, appearing behind the secretary. His delicate hand pressed against the secretary's back, and then with a swift motion—thud!
The secretary couldn't even let out a scream as he stared in disbelief at the hand that had pierced through his chest.
That pale hand, slick with blood and viscous flesh, clenched tightly around a still-beating heart.
"Is that my heart?"
Witnessing such a brutal scene, the Mayor furrowed his brow but said nothing.
"Actually, you were just a big medicine all along!" Zuo Ci gently withdrew his hand from the secretary's body, blood spraying everywhere.
With a thud, the secretary collapsed to the ground. In his final moments, disbelief was etched across his face as the crimson heart continued to pulse in Zuo Ci's palm.
Like the beat of a drum, the fascia and fresh blood above were still steaming.
Zuo Ci grinned widely. "Here is the heart, Mr. Mayor. If I’m not mistaken, you require these living human medicines as a catalyst every day. In Vajrayana, the Medicine Wheel, and the A Jie Drum, the heart represents the soul. Consuming it means you gain a new life, doesn’t it?"
The Mayor cast a strange glance at Zuo Ci.
He looked at Fang Chang and indeed felt something unusual.
Even before their meeting, he seemed to know his secrets.
He chuckled softly; it was truly like finding a unicorn in the fields. How could I, Tongcheng, have encountered such a master as Mr. Fang? I must admit my own oversight beforehand; I apologize for troubling you with gathering herbs!
Mayor Chen took the heart from Zuo Ci's hands and pulled down his mask, revealing a face as rosy and glossy as a baby's.
He didn’t feign modesty; instead, he took large bites of the heart in his hands, blood and bits of flesh splattering across his face, making him appear particularly ferocious.
Beside him, Black Cripple stared in shock.
Is this still human?
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