A perfectly normal person just died like this? And the way he died was so weird and horrifying.

Zhang Yuanqing stood there in shock, his brain still not reacting. Fu Qingyang then appeared calm and experienced, took out the access card, opened the iron gate, and said in a steady tone:

"Go and see if there are any spirits left."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing came back to his senses, suppressed his shock, strode into the cell, and stopped beside the bed. His eyes were filled with dark and thick "**", covering the whites of his eyes. He looked around for a moment and shook his head.

“There is no spirit left. Chiyue’an’s soul has been dispersed. He died a clean death.” As he spoke, the energy in his eye sockets receded and his eyes returned to normal.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a moment, "The witch's curse technique can kill a saint from a distance. The caster must be of a very high level. And he should have the birth date, blood, flesh, hair, and other things that contain DNA information."

The witch master's killing spell, is the organization behind Chi Yue An the Psychic Society? No, if that's the case, they would have been caught during the physical examination. Those who can use killing spells may not be witch masters, but may use props. Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice: "Is killing spell a curse? Is it a skill of the witch master at the saint stage?"

Speaking of which, he was not unfamiliar with the profession of witchcraft master. From "Heaven's Unfairness" to Hei Wuchang, and then to the boss in Yinyang Town, they were all witchcraft masters. But this kind of long-range curse killing ability was the first time he saw it, and it felt a little scary.

Fu Qingyang slowly put away the wooden yoke and shackles and said:

"The killing spell is a kind of curse. In a sense, it is the real curse, the real witchcraft.

Among the three major evil professions, the sorcerer is characterized by viciousness.

“Many times, they don’t confront the enemy head-on, but instead poison them, or look for opportunities to collect information about the target, such as birth date, DNA, photos, etc., and then perform rituals to remotely curse and kill them, or reduce their fortunes.

"Among them, DNA is important. Once a sorcerer obtains it, the person will almost certainly die! Only a few abilities can neutralize it."

So, I have never seen a real witch doctor. I should be careful to preserve my DNA in the future. I should not touch women of unknown origin. DNA is not just cell tissue.

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, turned his attention back to the main business, and said in annoyance: "I should have killed Wen Ling directly."

"There is no need to regret what has already happened. The other party chose to kill to silence him, which actually means he has confessed his crime." Fu Qingyang said. He always has a calm attitude even when facing a catastrophe, and has strong confidence in everything.

"Is she really Chi Yuean's ex-wife?" Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Fu Qingyang said, "It's highly likely, but Chi Yue'an is already dead, so there is no evidence. She is not a member of the Five Elements Alliance, so there is no way to force a physical examination. There is nothing we can do to her for now."

He turned his head to look at his confidant, shook his head and sighed: "I heard that the old lady in the Zhu family is very vengeful. You killed her ex-husband and cut off her financial resources. There is no guarantee that she will not retaliate against you. However, I think you are already in too much debt."

Zhang Yuanqing thought of Chi Yuean's tragic death and was shocked:

"Centurion, these powerful enemies and forces that I provoked are all for our organization. The organization should be responsible for me instead of mocking me." Fu Qingyang said calmly:

"The curse requires a medium. You should take care of your DNA. There is nothing to be afraid of. Is she going to come to your house and ask for your hair?" Zhang Yuanqing said, "I am just afraid that the old lady will seduce me."

Fu Qingyang thought for a moment and said, "I will warn her. This case is not over yet. I will find her to settle accounts when I have a chance. We also need to confirm it again, just in case it is not her."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. As long as the suspect is locked in, the same will be done in the future. This is what is called justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

Fu Qingyang raised his left hand, looked at his watch, and said:

"You go find Guan Ya. The guest I'm meeting will arrive in ten minutes." Villa - floor, fighting room on the west side.

Guan Ya was wearing loose training clothes and stretching her legs by the window. A few meters away was Zhang Yuanqing who was also stretching.

Although Fu Qingyang will go and warn the old lady of the Zhu family, she may not swallow this breath. The curse is hard to guard against. As long as I am careless, I may capsize in the gutter. Of course, I have to avoid the "hunt" of the Demon Eye King. I really hope that the elders of the branch can quickly

How to get rid of the radical angry young people.

I can't sleep well if I don't get rid of this guy.

Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his thoughts, turned his head to look at the delicate and charming mixed-race beauty, and asked: "Why did you suddenly think of practicing fighting today?"

The charm of an old man.

Aren't these Annie and Mr. Bill? Why are they here in Fujia Bay? Are they the guests that Fu Qingyang was talking about?

Zhang Yuanqing was startled and quickly leaned over to the window to watch carefully.

Guan Ya followed his gaze and saw two foreigners entering the villa through the landscape trees. She paused briefly on the beauty Annie, then glanced at Yuanshi, who seemed to want to dig out his eyes and throw them outside.

Guan Ya gritted her teeth, feeling irritated for no reason. "Stop watching and start training."

Guan Ya jumped into the air, and her two long, straight legs quickly clamped around Zhang Yuanqing.

She twisted her waist in the air, rolled over like a crocodile, and slammed Zhang Yuanqing onto the elm wood floor. "You have no martial ethics!" Zhang Yuanqing was furious.

The two men quickly started fighting, and there was a burst of rapid "pa pa" sounds in the fighting room.

In the green courtyard, Bill Tarantino suddenly turned his head and looked towards the west side of the villa. "What's wrong?"

Anne inquired.

Bill Tarantino looked away and smiled: "It seemed like someone was watching us just now."

Anne gave a coquettish smile: "Isn't it normal to stare at us? Who can resist my charm?"

Bill retracted his gaze: "Indeed, beautiful lady, can you use your beauty to seduce the young master of the Fu family and get the greatest benefit for us?" "Of course!" Anne said with a smile.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing left the fighting room with a bruised face and nose and went into the shower room next door to take a shower.

Really, she didn't hit me hard enough. I didn't use the long-lost Dragon Claw Hand on her. Zhang Yuanqing returned to the living room, looked out the door, and found that the black luxury car was still there.

Then he entered the restaurant, enjoyed the food prepared by the bunny girl, and replenished his energy.

He cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Suddenly he thought of Fu Qingyang's family, which had huge industries abroad. This guy grew up abroad when he was young, just like Guan Ya.

Then it is normal for him to have interactions with spiritual practitioners from foreign countries.

Zhang Yuanqing chewed a piece of steak slowly, picked up the bowl full of mashed potatoes, and scooped it out spoonful by spoonful. The soft, tender and smooth mashed potatoes were mixed with the special sauce and the taste of pepper, with just the right amount of saltiness, leaving a long aftertaste.

When they finished eating the mashed potatoes, footsteps came from the direction of the stairs, accompanied by Lingjun's attentive voice:

"Miss Annie, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to dinner. Fu Qingyang is an abstinent pervert who doesn't know how to respect ladies, but I do, Miss Annie, Miss Annie?"

Zhang Yuanqing quickly stuck half of his head out and looked outside, only to see Mr. Bill and Miss Anne walking out in big strides, as if they didn't want to stay for a moment. Lingjun, wearing flip-flops, followed them happily, saying "Miss Anne" and "Let's have dinner together".

A complete licker.

Unfortunately, Prince Lingjun's hospitality did not earn Annie even a glance, and he drove away from Fujia Bay in a luxury car. Zhang Yuanqing came out with a greasy sausage on his fork and said with a smile:

"Although the foreign horse looks good, it has a hot temper and is too picky. It seems difficult to control it. Master Lingjun should continue to drive a domestic car." Lingjun shrugged and lay down on the soft sofa: "I don't know if it has a hot temper, but it does have high standards. It doesn't look down on ordinary spiritual realm practitioners." "Ordinary?" Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the sausage: "Didn't you tell her your identity? You are one of the most powerful princes in the mainland."

Lingjun laughed twice: "I am just teasing her. There are hundreds of beautiful red wines in the world that are worth savoring, but the women of the Beauty Goddess Association are the only ones that cannot be touched. They are roses with thorns. Well, you know the Beauty Goddess Association, it is a group of "lust" professionals.

The same level is not possible.

"Are they spiritual travelers from abroad? What are they doing here?" Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to inquire.

"What else can the Void Class do? Of course, they can do business. Every year, the Songhai Branch will sort out some props and materials that are not cost-effective or have excessive inventory and sell them. The Void Class is the merchant in the spiritual world. They have a strong obsession with trade. Therefore, the Merchant Guild composed of the Void Class has an inventory that far exceeds that of all organizations in the world, and the variety is also the richest.

"As long as you can afford it, you can buy all kinds of props and materials from them. In previous years, June and December were trading days. The elders certainly wouldn't care about these little things. After Fu Qingyang came, the task of trade was given to him. That Annie just now kept flirting during the negotiation, trying to corrupt Comrade Fu with her beauty. She has a sinister heart."

If I have obsolete and unused props in the future, I can sell them to Mr. Bill or barter them, which is much more cost-effective than handing them in to the branch. After all, points and merits are of no use to me now.

Zhang Yuanqing recalled Annie's angry departure and asked, "So the Centurion didn't fall for it?"

Ling Jun rolled his eyes: "Not only did I not fall for it, the guy said seriously that if this transaction also includes Miss Anne's body, then you will have to pay me extra mental damages."

Zhang Yuanqing covered his face silently while trying to steal the bamboo shoots.

He found that Fu Qingyang was actually a sharp-tongued person. The longer he spent with him, the more he discovered that beneath his cold and abstinent appearance, he had a poisonous soul. He could imagine what happened later without Lingjun telling him.

"Business is about bargaining. They will come back in a few days. The large amount of materials and props in Songhai Branch have a fatal attraction to the Void Profession." Lingjun said.

"You used your long-lost martial arts skills on Guan Ya again?"

"No, I didn't do anything this time, she just came up and hit me." Zhang Yuanqing said aggrievedly. Lingjun had an "I understand" expression on his face and said earnestly:

"Yuanshi, I've met a lot of beauties in Songhai recently. I'll recommend a few to you. They're very considerate, gentle, virtuous, and charming. As long as you have money." Zhang Yuanqing took out his cell phone and said righteously, "I'm not that kind of person!"

The next day.

After breakfast, Zhang Yuanqing went out with his aunt. In the elevator, Jiang Yuer, who was carrying a small bag, and Zhang Yuanqing, who was carrying a backpack, stood side by side. The bright elevator door clearly reflected the figures of the two.

Jiang Yu'er's outfit today is very simple, with a light yellow short-sleeved shirt, slim-fit cropped pants, and a pair of white running shoes.

This outfit shows off her figure very well and adds a bit of youthfulness and liveliness. With her sweet and well-behaved face, she looks like a well-developed girl, not a 25-year-old young woman.

Zhang Yuanqing admired the stunning beauty of his aunt in the "mirror". Her facial features were not only delicate and cute, but her skin was as smooth as jade. If you looked at this face for a long time, you would suspect that she was a jade beauty.

Different from those so-called rosy faces.

Jiang Yu'er looked up at a 45-degree angle, squinted at her nephew's head, and raised her little hand to gesture. "Have you grown taller?" she said.

After becoming a spiritual realm walker, my body underwent a secondary development and I did grow four or five centimeters taller.

Zhang Yuanqing was reluctant to say more on this topic, and turned his head 45 degrees downward, jokingly saying, "You have grown up too."

Jiang Yuer was furious and swung his knife to chop his nephew on the back of the neck: "How dare you! You even dare to tease your aunt. Is there anything you, a little beast, can't do?" The two of them fought and played for a while until the elevator reached the first floor and opened the door.

Jiang Yu'er immediately resumed her reserved demeanor as a good girl, and with the courtesy of several residents outside the elevator, she took her nephew's arm and stepped out of the elevator. After leaving the building, Zhang Yuanqing got into his aunt's car and headed for Songhai University.

After the Chiyuean case was over, he resumed his status as a college student. During this period, he did not have to go to work. He had to attend classes as required and could not stay at home idle all the time. His grandmother was the first one who did not answer.

The white car arrived at Songhai University and stopped at the school gate. Zhang Yuanqing waved goodbye to his aunt. After watching his aunt's car merge into the traffic, he turned around and walked towards the school with his backpack on his back.

Suddenly, his attention was attracted by a figure at the school gate.

He was a young man wearing sportswear, with handsome features, a sports headband wrapped around his forehead, and a smile on his face, a typical sunny handsome guy. Girls entering and leaving the school frequently turned their heads to look at him.

But he turned a blind eye and waved the broom carefully, sweeping the dust at the school gate.

Zhang Yuanqing, the King of Evil Eyes, clearly felt his heart skip a beat, and then it began to beat violently and rapidly.