If Deacon Pang is a member of the Dark Night Rose, then by killing him and asking his soul, we can obtain a lot of information, and the progress of searching for Hei Wuchang can be accelerated... Zhang Yuanqing felt delighted.

Hei Wuchang couldn't find the place for a long time, and he was more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"But why does he want to kill me? At this critical moment, killing me will only cause trouble." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't understand.

"He has his own reasons for killing you. When I kill him, I'll ask the spirit and you'll know." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out the red wine and the goblet, and said:

"Want a drink?"

I think I know who Li Dongze learned this habit from... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have Coke?"

Fu Qingyang put back a goblet and said calmly, "Then you should wait until things are over and buy it yourself."

He sipped the sour red wine with a natural expression. He didn't look like he was going to kill anyone, but more like he was going to a club...

Perhaps only those who come from a wealthy family for generations can cultivate such a calm and peaceful temperament. Zhang Yuanqing is not like that. His mind is now full of how to kill Deacon Pang easily, how much information the other party knows about the Dark Night Rose, and how much risk he will have to take if the action fails.

Along the way, the two didn't speak anymore. Fu Qingyang held the wine glass, looked at the night scene outside the window, and took a sip from time to time.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of his chair, lay down and took a nap to restore his energy.

About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass, and at the same time, the business car slowly slowed down.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, stood up and looked out the window. The business car was parked outside an upscale residential area. The style of this residential area was extremely luxurious and fashionable, with black brick buildings arranged in an orderly manner.

Opposite the entrance of the community is a square with a fountain pool in the center. At first glance, it looks like a high-end hotel.

They are really rich. The house prices here must be at least 150,000 yuan, Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.

"Centurion, if we go in like this, won't it alert the enemy? Why don't we make some deployments in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing put forward his idea.

Fu Qingyang said calmly:

"Pang Wudi sent the evil spirit to kill you. You must be waiting for news at home. Before the evil spirit returns, patiently waiting is the safest option.

We came late at night just to catch him off guard. The more we deploy, the easier it is for him to detect us."

Although his tone was cold, the young master still patiently explained to his trusted subordinates. After he finished speaking, he changed the subject:

"But we still need to do the necessary exploration to prevent the Dark Rose members from disrupting our plans."

How to investigate? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like swords, and placed them between his eyebrows.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a light white ripple, starting from the center of Fu Qingyang's eyebrows, spreading outward like water waves.

The white light becomes dimmer and dimmer, and eventually becomes undetectable.

Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."

Seeing his trusted subordinates dumbfounded, he smiled calmly: "Don't be surprised, this is the scout!"

What Zhang Yuanqing was thinking was: This is a real eye. In comparison, Li Dongze’s eye is just a fake eye.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and came to the guardhouse at the entrance of the community. He looked at the guard calmly and said:

“Open the door!”

In this kind of community where wealthy people gather, you need to scan the access control system to enter and exit.

The guard looked at the graceful young man in surprise. He was wearing a well-tailored white suit and a simple short ponytail. He was so handsome that it was impossible to approach him.

His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a king standing high above you, with elegance and nobility.

The guard said respectfully, "You, which household are you from?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."

For some reason, the guard felt an indescribable awe and submission in his heart, and he opened the door with trepidation.

Fu Qingyang took the lead, walked through the iron gate and entered the community.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, his face was gloomy, his eyes were deep and calm, he imitated Fu Qingyang's aloof and kingly temperament, and said calmly:

“Don’t waste my time.”

The guard looked him up and down and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away."

"..." Zhang Yuanqing looked a little embarrassed, so he had to use his magic to confuse the old man and quietly slipped into the community.

Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, but we have different professional abilities. He can't charm the old man like me and save his dignity silently.

Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:

"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? Going through the main gate will easily leave traces."

A figure in white formal attire strode forward and said calmly:

"Don't forget your identity. We are the official ones."

Well, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.

West side residential building, 21st floor, large flat.

In the living room, Pang Wudi, a man with a square face and wearing a judo uniform, sat silently and seriously at the bar, holding a glass of wine in his palm.

On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and a worn-out old-fashioned cell phone.

Pang Wudi is waiting for the evil spirit in his phone to return.

The time is now two o'clock in the morning and the evil spirit has not returned, which means the target has not been eradicated.

But Pang Wudi was not in a hurry. He did not think that Yuanshi Tianzun could avoid the pursuit of evil spirits. The Night Wandering God did not have the ability to enter the dream realm. As long as he entered the dream realm, he would surely die.

After obtaining this item, Pang Wudi used it to kill several enemies who were inconvenient for him to attack, and he never failed.

This item is an assassination weapon. It can kill people without leaving any clues. Even a sharp scout like you won't be able to find any clues.

The only flaw is that it has little effect on enemies in the Saint Realm, and the price of using it is that after ten times, evil spirits will chase the owner in a dream.

Of course, for Pang Wudi, who is at the Saint level, this would at most create some minor crises that would not cause any harm.

"After Yuanshi Tianzun's death, Fu Qingyang must have been furious, but it's hard for him to suspect me. However, this person is very perceptive, so I have to be careful in the next three days. ...

Pang Wudi drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. At this moment, a picture flashed through his mind:

Fu Qingyang, wearing a white suit, led a handsome young man to the security door.

This picture was sent back by the potted plants he placed outside the door. The wood demon at the Saint level can transmit signals to plants in a small range and turn them into its "eyes".

Yuanshi Tianzun is not dead? He came to visit? How is it possible?!

Pang Wudi's pupils shrank slightly, and emotions such as shock and confusion surged up in an instant. He quickly made a decision to leave.

Leave here first, tell the contact person "Unfairness of Heaven" about the failed assassination, then report to your superiors, and then wait for orders and act accordingly.

In short, we can't stay here at this time, we must at least deal with the assassination props.

After making the decision, Pang Wudi rushed to the balcony and tried to jump out of the window to escape.

“Pah, pah…

The lock of the security door was melted into molten iron and dripped.

The security door opened and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't go, you can't leave." Fu Qingyang said indifferently, looking at the back figure heading straight for the balcony.

Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores without looking back. These spores swelled in the wind and turned into plants shaped like small octopuses. Their tentacles twisted and enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing flew to the side to avoid the "octopus" plant that was shooting at him.

He didn't expect that the two sides would start fighting without even saying a word.

Fu Qingyang did not retreat, but walked forward in the sky full of plants. He seemed to have calculated the movement trajectory of the octopus plant. He seemed to be strolling leisurely in the garden, but he could skillfully avoid all the plants that covered him.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and a small dark green flag appeared in his hand, which popped out with his bent fingers.

“Duh!”

The command flag was nailed into the balcony tiles, and a green light curtain rose up, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon, and turned into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles were like vines, tight and hard.

He punched the light curtain hard, and the green light swept across the living room.

At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the balcony entrance and grabbed the Eight-Direction Sword covered with copper rust from the inventory.

A hint of fear flashed across Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth and exhaled a gray mist.

Spores that are invisible to the naked eye float in the fog. These spores are very predatory. Once they come into contact with a living thing, they will grow wildly until their life force is drained.

The fog was coming thick and even with the scouts’ “prediction” they could not avoid this attack.

But Fu Qingyang did not retreat a single step. He grabbed a small white flag with his left hand, on which was embroidered a majestic white tiger.

"roar!"

The illusory roar of a tiger echoed in the room, dispersing the fog.

Fu Qingyang took a step forward and raised the Eight-Directional Bronze Sword high.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, and his legs and feet seemed to be unable to coordinate. His left foot wanted to evade to the left, while his right foot wanted to evade to the right, and his upper body had its own ideas...

In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor that covered his three-meter-tall body.

Fu Qingyang slashed down with his sword.

The next moment, the vine armor was split open, the flesh and blood were separated, and the three-meter-tall giant was cut in half. The internal organs fell "clatteringly" and the deep red blood spread on the balcony tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was watching this scene from behind, was surprised and delighted, with all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind:

Dead? A saint died just like that...

Why didn't he dodge? This sword was ordinary, was it difficult to dodge...

Fu Qingyang took back the bronze sword and the command flag, and looked back calmly: "Come over and ask the spirit!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing gathered his confused thoughts and walked over quickly.

ps: The wrong word will be updated first and corrected later.