Blood Lotus Pill, The Pharmacy's Scheme, Huang Shiyun's Murderous Intent, Ghost

Chapter 62 Blood Lotus Pill, The Pharmacy's Scheme, Huang Shiyun's Murderous Intent, Ghost-Faced Weasel [Please Subscribe]

Blood gushed from Fei Jianhua's throat, seeping into the cracks between the bricks.

Su Yang watched as the light in his eyes faded, then crouched down and quickly searched him.

The inner pockets of the clothing were empty.

"Um?"

Just when he thought he had gained nothing, his fingertips touched a small, hard protrusion on the inside of Fei Jianhua's belt.

Time is tight.

Shouts and footsteps could be clearly heard in the distance.

Without hesitation, Su Yang used the tip of his short knife to pry open the seam, and with a flick of his finger, a hard object, about the size of a finger joint and tightly wrapped in oiled paper, fell into his palm. It was slightly heavy, and even through the oiled paper, he could feel its round shape.

There wasn't enough time to look closely, or even to confirm.

He tucked it into his clothes and hid it close to his body. His gaze swept over Fei Jianhua's body and the surrounding area again, making sure that no other conspicuous objects were left behind. Then, like a ghost, he flashed out silently through the broken window on the other side of the warehouse.

With a few leaps, he was far from the dock, standing in the shadow of a distant rooftop.

He glanced back.

Torches flickered in the direction of the dock, and the area was bustling with noise. The pursuers and angry civilians seemed to have joined forces, completely surrounding the area.

"Fei Jianhua is dead. Huang Shiyun has gone too far with his charade, losing a henchman who knew his secrets well. He's probably going to go crazy!"

Su Yang looked thoughtful, reached into his robe, and touched the small oil paper packet.

The hard object was rounded and felt slightly cold through the clothing.

Although the exact contents are unknown, the fact that Fei Jianhua could hide it so close to his flesh and blood suggests its immense importance.

Then consider what he revealed about the Heavenly Lotus Sect before his death —

"The Demonic Sect, the Heavenly Lotus Sect—"

Su Yang muttered to himself.

This unexpected gain is probably not just an object, but also a death warrant, or... a key!

No more stopping.

He twisted his body and disappeared completely into the deep night, rushing towards the headquarters of the Canal Gang in the east of the city.

The Huang residence, a secret room.

Huang Shiyun's face turned ashen, and the teacup in his hand shattered with a "plop".

Huang Chengzong, a trusted confidant, had just finished reporting: Fei Jianhua's body had been found in the dock warehouse; he had been killed with a single, clean stab wound. The boatman who was supposed to meet him had also been killed, and Liu Chengye's message was that the fugitive had resisted arrest and had been killed.

"Kill them? What a fine kill!"

Huang Shiyun's voice was icy: "That idiot Liu Chengye took the money and couldn't even keep an eye on a single person!"

"Master, there's one more thing—" Huang Chengzong said in a low voice, "The Blood Lotus Charm that Steward Fei carried is gone, and there are marks on the inside of his belt that look like it was slashed by a sharp blade."

"Where has the Blood Lotus gone?"

Huang Shiyun's eyes narrowed sharply, a fierce glint flashing across his face. Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "No need to wait for things to calm down. Release the Gray Shadow and Night Stalkers now!"

He turned to look at the sandalwood cage in the corner. Inside, four eerie green lights seemed to sense their master's murderous intent and suddenly lit up, their sharp screech shattering the deathly silence of the secret room.

"These two masked weasels only recognize the Soul-Guiding Incense and are unaffected by internal energy. Even if the killer uses lightness skills to escape, we can definitely track him down by his scent within a thousand miles!"

Huang Shiyun said ruthlessly, "Chengzong, the whole city's attention is on the docks now, and Liu Chengye will also suppress the news."

"I'll release them now, and you can order the Black Lotus Guards to follow—I want to see which blind fool dares to mess with me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Huang Chengzong bowed in agreement and quickly stepped forward to open the sandalwood cage.

Two weasels, about the size of house cats, with gray-black fur and eerie green eyes, immediately darted out, sniffing the air rapidly. Following the lingering scent of Fei Jianhua, they sprang out of the secret room like two black shadows, heading straight for the docks outside the city.

Huang Chengzong dared not delay, turned around and left quickly, immediately summoning the Black Lotus Guards who were lying in wait in the mansion.

Dark as ink.

The study in the backyard of the Grand Canal Gang headquarters was brightly lit.

"Wang Jian greets his master!"

Wang Jian stood before the desk, bowing respectfully to the bronze-masked man in front of him.

"Starting tomorrow, the Cao Gang will open a medicine shop in Jishui, specializing in purchasing various medicinal herbs from other places and selling them in Jingling. Please give me the list for review."

Su Yang's voice came through the bronze mask, carrying an undeniable coldness.

He knew it in his heart.

Directly having Wang Jian purchase high-aged ginseng could be traced by Huang Shiyun. However, if the canal gang were to also engage in the medicinal herb business, it would naturally include purchasing high-aged ginseng. In that case, Huang Shiyun could simply go to the warehouse and take the ginseng, which would be much safer and more convenient.

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Jian bowed and agreed.

He understood his master's meaning: this was a clean, respectable, and profitable long-term path to wealth, and a perfect channel for his master to pave in the future.

But...

He looked troubled.

What are your concerns?

Su Yang looked at Wang Jian and spoke calmly.

"Owner."

Wang Jian lowered his head, his voice hoarse, and said, "Zhao Hu and Qian Gui are not convinced by me. They have many thugs following them, and according to my intelligence, they will stage a coup in the next couple of days... I am worried..."

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Wang Jian knew in his heart that he had lost control of the situation.

If the master doesn't intervene, he will surely die, and the canal gang will change hands.

"Where are they? I'll go and give them a piece of my mind."

Su Yang spoke calmly.

Wang Jian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Master, Zhao Hu and Qian Gui are most likely in the backyard accounting room of 'Fuyun Gambling House' right now. That's Qian Gui's private property, guarded by—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The Lord is gone.

The window swayed slightly, and the night wind swept in, causing the candlelight to flicker violently.

Fortune Casino, backyard accounting office.

The snapping of abacus beads mingled with the soft clinking of silver ingots.

Zhao Hu and Qian Gui sat facing each other, an account book spread out on the table, and several stacks of freshly counted silver coins piled beside them. The door was tightly closed, and the night outside the window was deep—this was their usual private room for secret talks, and tonight all their subordinates had been deliberately dismissed.

"That bastard Wang Jian is trying to tear us down."

Zhao Hu took a swig of wine and slammed the glass down: "Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!"

Qian Gui slowly and methodically manipulated the abacus, not even lifting his eyelids: "Recently, he has handled over a thousand taels of silver..."

"Knowing where he went—that's the brothers' hard-earned money! A man like that doesn't deserve to be the gang leader!"

Zhao Hu raised his eyes, his gaze icy: "Without any discussion, you unilaterally cut off the brokerage business. Where do you think you and I are?"

Brother Qian, if you help me, we will share in the future prosperity and glory of the Grand Canal Gang!

Qian Gui suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and was about to speak.

"Squeak!"

The tightly closed door was silently pushed open from the outside by a steady force.

There were no footsteps.

A figure completely shrouded in black night clothes seemed to flow directly into the darkness outside the door, silently standing at the edge of the circle of light illuminated by the candlelight in the room.

The large hood covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that were so calm they sent chills down your spine.

Inside the tent, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Zhao Hu and Qian Gui were frozen in place, all their schemes and harsh words stuck in their throats.

They stared in shock at the unexpected visitor.

This is the most secluded and private accounting room deep inside the gambling den, with no fewer than five visible and hidden checkpoints outside. How did this person get in?

"Who?!"

Zhao Hu was the first to react. He roared and instinctively reached under the table for a hidden compartment where a poisoned dagger was concealed.

He was fast, but the man in black was even faster.

Almost the instant Zhao Hu uttered the word "who," the man in black had already moved.

Without any dramatic display, he simply took a step and appeared before Zhao Hu as if he had shrunk the distance.

Zhao Hu's dagger had only emerged halfway from the hidden compartment when his wrist was grabbed by a hand wearing a thin black glove.

That hand was like an iron clamp, squeezing tightly.

"Snap!"

The sound of the wrist bone cracking was crisp and piercing.

"ah!!"

Zhao Hu screamed in agony as the dagger slipped from his hand.

With a swift movement, the man in black snatched Zhao Hu's massive body away and slammed it hard against Qian Gui, who was standing nearby!

Qian Gui was terrified and tried to dodge, but the man in black seemed to have anticipated his movements. As Zhao Hu's body flew out, his left palm struck Qian Gui from a distance.

An invisible force pressed down from afar!

Qian Gui felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward and crashed into the antique display shelf behind him, shattering the antique porcelain pieces all over the ground. He collapsed to the ground, his vision blurred, his internal energy was disordered, and he couldn't muster any strength for a moment.

From the moment the man in black entered the room to the moment Zhao Hu's wrist was shattered and Qian Gui was injured, only two breaths had passed.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the mess on the ground and the terrified faces of the two gang leaders.

Su Yang, the man in black, stood between the two, looking down at Zhao Hu, who was lying on the ground, and Qian Gui, who was curled up and trembling.

"Want to live?"

The voice came through the mask, low and brief.

Zhao Hu clutched his wrist, and Qian Gui clutched his chest. The excruciating pain and fear rendered them speechless, and they could only nod frantically, their eyes filled with pleading.

"Eat it."

Su Yang took out the rough porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two dark brown pills that smelled earthy and had a hint of minty coolness, and held them in his palm.

Zhao Hu and Qian Gui stared at the tiny pill, as if they were seeing a cold chain, one end firmly tied to their heart. Trembling, they reached out, took the pill, closed their eyes, and swallowed it.

When the pill entered my stomach, I initially felt only an earthy taste and a cool sensation.

But in just three breaths, Zhao Hu's eyes widened suddenly. He felt a very subtle yet incredibly clear wriggling sensation deep in his chest, as if some living thing had rolled over gently there before lying dormant.

This is not an illusion.

Qian Gui also clutched his chest at the same time, his face drained of color.

Su Yang took in their reactions, knowing that the psychological suggestion of the "Heart-Eating Gu" had taken effect and been deeply planted. Sometimes, a person's imagined fears are more obedient than real poison.

"This is the Heart-Eating Gu."

Su Yang's voice was cold and flat: "As for the efficacy and antidote, we'll ask Wang Jian tomorrow."

He put away the medicine bottle, his gaze sweeping over the two of them like an icy blade.

"Your lives now rest on Wang Jian's shoulders. Assist him with all your might. From this night forward, the entire Cao Gang will have only one voice."

"Tomorrow, I will go and plead guilty. If even one more person knows about tonight's events—"

The unspoken words are colder than a blade.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black robe fluttered slightly, and the person retreated to the door like a ghost, blending into the night and disappearing from sight.

The door was slightly ajar, and deathly silence returned.

Zhao Hu and Qian Gui slumped to the ground, exchanged a glance, and both saw a deep-seated fear in each other's eyes.

They knew that from the moment they swallowed the pills, their lives no longer belonged to themselves.

The night was deep. Su Yang left the canal dock and stood by the canal.

He took out the "Blood Lotus Guide" from his pocket. A faint, sweet, and fishy smell emanated from the pill. He examined it carefully, and his powerful senses subconsciously enveloped it, trying to wrap a wisp of his inner force around it.

"Huh? There's actually something alive hidden in here!?"

Su Yang's eyes widened suddenly. In that instant, his powerful senses had detected a slight disturbance within the Blood Lotus. He thought it was an illusion, but after holding his breath and concentrating, he checked again and immediately discovered that the disturbance appeared precisely every ten breaths, like the wriggling of insect eggs.

It was extremely faint; if he hadn't had such a strong sense of perception and hadn't been observing it so closely, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

"There's something inside. This Blood Lotus Guide... I absolutely cannot carry it with me!"

Su Yang's eyes turned serious. Combining the sinister nature of the Heavenly Lotus Sect, he instantly determined that this was probably a Gu worm used for tracking and control, a major hidden danger.

The Blood Lotus Essence cannot be kept, but it also cannot be discarded at will.

He glanced at the stone bridge a hundred feet away, and on a sudden impulse, he walked towards the stone bridge.

Just now.

A sudden change has occurred!

An extremely sharp smell, mixed with the stench of animals, pierced his nostrils!

"Huh? What is it?"

The enhanced senses are amplified by the internal energy of the Great Perfection realm.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, and almost simultaneously, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of four eerie green phosphorescent lights silently lighting up near the bushes on his right.

"Two weasels?"

Seeing that it was a wild animal, Su Yang ignored it, stretched out his body, and headed towards the stone bridge!

But he discovered...

He stood by the stone bridge, the two weasels following behind, standing about three zhang behind him. Su Yang's heart trembled: "These things... are coming for me?!"

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