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Inside the office, after devouring the heart of the secretary, the Mayor sat calmly in front of Zuo Ci, sipping tea.
"Daoist, do you really have a solution?" Mayor Chen asked humbly.
"There is a way, but as you know, Mayor, any method to extend life must go against the natural order, and the cost is not small. Can you bear that?" Zuo Ci feigned difficulty as he looked at Mayor Chen.
"What seems to be the problem?" Mayor Chen smiled slightly. "Just say it. As a public servant, I'm here to solve problems for the people. We shouldn't fear difficulties; difficulties are just paper tigers!"
Such thick officialese, Zuo Ci thought to himself with a quiet sneer.
"It's not really a difficulty; it just requires five living hearts from those with the Five Elements Fate. Such destinies are rare, and needing five at once..." Zuo Ci said, appearing troubled.
"Is it impossible to find them?" Mayor Chen frowned. He perhaps had never considered the phrase "living hearts."
"There are indeed targets, and all five are available, but their identities are too sensitive—they're all Easterners!" Zuo Ci's expression darkened.
"Then it could be someone else," he continued. "However, the effect of extending your life would be subpar; it could only extend your life by ten years."
"Ten? That's a bit too little, isn't it?" Mayor Chen expressed some dissatisfaction. "If that condition is met, how much would I gain?"
"A hundred," Zuo Ci held up one finger.
"A hundred?" Mayor Chen's breath became heavier.
This was not surprising; who would complain about living longer? At his position, he was essentially a local emperor—he could have anything he wanted except for longevity.
"Daoist, are you sure it's a hundred?" Mayor Chen asked solemnly.
"Of course! A Poor Daoist never lies!" Zuo Ci replied with a smile.
"Good!"
Mayor Chen clapped his hands and said, "As long as the Daoist can extend my life for a hundred years, sacrificing a few monkeys from Eastern Japan is nothing to worry about."
Since the Mayor has said so, Fang Mou will do his utmost to serve you! Zuo Ci said solemnly.
Mayor Chen nodded in satisfaction. "As for the offering fee, I will have my former secretary call you this afternoon, Zuo Xian. Don't let me down!"
"Absolutely!" Zuo Ci replied with a nod.
With a smile, Mayor Chen left.
After Mayor Chen's car drove away, Black Cripple looked on with an odd expression. "Since ancient times, methods of extending life have rarely exceeded Jiazi; where does this notion of a hundred years come from?"
Hehe!
Zuo Ci smiled without speaking, squatting on the ground as he gazed at the secretary's lifeless body, now dried of blood.
He extended his fingers, curling them like hooks, and gently pierced the secretary's scalp, his fingertips twitching.
Before long, a fresh black-brown skin appeared before Zuo Ci.
He looked at this black-brown skin and revealed a triumphant smile.
On a dark and windy night of murder in Tongcheng, at the Supreme Goodness Is Like Water Private Villa, five Onmyoji dressed in red, orange, yellow, green, and blue robes were encircling a pentagram barrier.
In the center of the barrier lay a man with a waxy complexion and vacant eyes. His abdomen was swollen, continuously seeping blood.
His narrow features were grotesque, shrouded in a layer of azure-black mist.
Fat white maggots occasionally crawled out from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.
The five Onmyoji wore solemn expressions as they chanted incantations towards the man lying at the center of the barrier.
The five-colored radiance burst forth from the top of the barrier, enveloping the man's body.
The man seemed to sense something, his face contorting in pain as he opened his mouth and expelled a large mouthful of filth.
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