Chapter 57: Soul Scatters

At least everyone who saw President Li would say he went crazy after returning from the hospital.

His whole being was distracted, his face pale with a blueish tint, his eyes staring wide open, extremely frightening.

President Li was very rich. His house was in a very high-end residential area. It was said that the night he returned home, he hired fifteen or sixteen bodyguards to completely surround him. He even had people spray lethal doses of insect repellent all over the house, leaving insect corpses everywhere within a few miles of the neighborhood, forcing all the residents to move out while cursing loudly.

This old geezer really went crazy after taking a trip to the gates of hell.

It was simply the behavior of a psychopath.

But regardless of whether he was crazy or not, he was definitely harder to kill now.

2:00 PM the next day.

Xie De, having slept enough, climbed out of bed, feeling a bit of a headache as he redid his plans.

Hearing this news, he understood that this capitalist had obviously guessed someone was going to assassinate him, which was why he was acting this way. Although it was unclear why he didn't call the police or cooperate with their investigation, staying at home all day like a frightened bird meant Xie De couldn't get close to him at all, let alone kill him.

Now the little house centipede was of no use either.

Hard to handle.

Tapping his fingers on the table, his hair tied up and draping over his shoulders, Xie De looked at the documents on the table and pondered.

This old geezer's home was a single-family villa with a total of 18 bodyguards and two nannies. He was the only master living in the house.

The single-family villa had many windows, and the bedroom window was a full floor-to-ceiling window.

Eight hundred meters away from the high-end residential area stood a shopping mall. It sold only luxury goods, so there weren't many customers on normal days.

Xie De had Gibberish pull up the architectural plans of the shopping mall.

"Gibberish, I can't think of a way to kill him in a short time. I plan to use a sniper rifle. There happens to be a rooftop on top of the shopping center that faces his villa directly. We just need him to be out in the open or standing in front of a window to kill him."

Xie De had a German SSG3000 sniper rifle with a range of 800 to 1000 meters. It was currently placed together with his Glock pistol in a warehouse specifically for storing items. If he went to retrieve it, it would probably take another five or six hours round trip.

The warehouse's system had already been hacked by Gibberish. It was estimated that the laboratory couldn't trace the existence of this warehouse.

"Sigh, Gibberish. If only you had a storage function."

Gibberish: ".o ^ o. You're dreaming, I haven't seen any system with this function either. Don't even think about where to put things? In the data? Can things even be put there?"

Fine, that makes sense. Xie De shrugged, then put the little house centipede into his clothing pocket, threw on a leather coat, and set off to get his gun.

It was already 6:00 PM when he left, he didn't run into Hu Songlin on his way out.

However, that guy had left him a letter with his contact information on it, and also drew a very cute aggrieved expression, somewhat like Gibberish's style.

"(´•︵•`), Mr. 39, the club temporarily assigned me a mission. Since you were still resting, it's a pity I couldn't say goodbye to you in person. I'm very sorry, and I hope we can meet again soon."

Better not meet again, you Emperor of Luck.

After all, there is an iron law of heaven: if someone is lucky, someone else has to be unlucky.

Xie De felt he was the unlucky one, otherwise how could the person he killed come back to life?

However, he still felt a bit strange.

"Gibberish, doesn't Hu Songlin have absolute luck? How can his organization still send him on missions? I thought he was just drifting along in the organization."

Gibberish once again carefully flipped through the plot, trying to analyze it from the incomplete storyline.

"Although it's a bit unclear, judging from the direction of the plot, it seems to imply that Hu Songlin was raised by the club, so he has a strong sense of belonging to it. Furthermore, there are many things with special abilities inside the club, and the club doesn't raise useless people, so they must have their own way of communicating."

"It looks like the level of whatever is transmitting the orders is above Hu Songlin's supernatural ability."

"That's quite complicated."

———

The third day, 8:00 AM.

The early morning breeze blew gently, and the thin mist condensed into small water droplets, dripping down the emerald green branches and leaves of the greenbelt onto the asphalt road. The sun rose between the high-rise buildings, and the smooth glass reflected the sunlight, as if paving the entire city with a layer of golden light.

As soon as Wei Yanchi got off the plane, he was hurriedly dragged to the villa district by a group of people. There were old and young people among them. It felt like their faces all bore some very fake worry, and some even pretended to cry and weep.

Arriving at the door of President Li's place, there was a man with a clear breeze and bright moon demeanor, an aura extremely like an immortal sage, standing there pacing back and forth with a worried look.

"Junior Brother! You've finally come!"

Zhang Ningde, wearing a loose robe, quickly stepped forward to grab Wei Yanchi's hand, pulling him aside to separate him from the others, speaking extremely fast.

"Boss Li came to me a few days ago upon President Zhu's recommendation. I calculated that he would face a bloody disaster. You know my skills, but I absolutely couldn't resolve this bloody disaster of his. His head was shrouded in a dark cloud, he's done too much evil and is about to face retribution. So, I told him to go back. But I didn't expect that, in order to resolve this disaster, he would specifically seek out a Nanyang sorcerer."

"These Nanyang sorcerers only know crooked and evil practices. Look at him now, Boss Li actually died the day before yesterday, but now his soul is trapped in his body, refining him into a living dead. It's simply a sin."

"Boss Li notified me to come yesterday, and he also notified that Nanyang sorcerer, whose name is Mingta."

Zhang Ningde's voice lowered.

"He wants to live, he wants his physical body not to rot. He wants to defy heaven and change his fate. Of course, I couldn't possibly agree to it, but this sorcerer named Mingta agreed to him, seemingly wanting to sacrifice something. I told him they are simply raising an evil spirit."

"When I got the news, they had already finished the sacrifice. Look at this house, the yin energy won't dissipate. I'm afraid a powerful ghost will appear. I felt I couldn't control the situation, so I told Master. Master said you were nearby, so I hurriedly called you over."

Listening to this, Wei Yanchi nodded calmly.

"Senior Brother, calm down. Let me take a look first before we talk."

There were bodyguards everywhere in this villa. Locust trees that had been shipped over overnight were placed in the courtyard, filling the air with the pungent smell of insecticide. Those gardeners were digging pits in silence, and the group of people who initially picked him up were also standing outside the courtyard, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

They were Boss Li's family members. Originally, they could have inherited a large sum of money upon Boss Li's death. But now Boss Li wasn't dead, and after hearing Zhang Ningde's words, who knows what they were thinking in their hearts.

Wei Yanchi followed Zhang Ningde into the villa. A gust of sinister wind hit their faces, and the stench of a rotting corpse tainted the air, making it uncomfortable.

It is morning now. The first thing they saw upon entering was Boss Li sitting at the dining table. Because it was backlit, they hadn't drawn the curtains. Boss Li still firmly believed he was a living person, even though his body was already covered in corpse spots.

Sitting at the dining table was also a bald old man with a hooked nose, thin lips, and a mean-looking appearance. This must be the sorcerer Mingta.

Boss Li's speech was already very difficult, his voice hoarse.

"Master Zhang, is this your junior brother? He looks truly distinguished. I believe that with the three of you together, you can definitely make me return to normal."

A living dead, a very standard living dead who temporarily still possessed his own consciousness, but after a long time, it would be uncertain.

Wei Yanchi glanced at Mingta in amusement, truly not knowing what his purpose was in raising a living dead?

Returning to normal was impossible, but it wasn't like there was no way to destroy it.

Mingta, on the other hand, was quite composed, keeping his eyes on the tabletop without saying a word.

Just as they were planning various probing actions, Boss Li was laughing crazily.

*Smash!*

The glass shattered.

A single bullet ended the hidden tension surging between them.

Boss Li's physical body was broken, his soul flying away and scattering.