Chapter 227: Chen Yuqi

Jiang Chaosheng said,

“In that case, you will go to Meiqi Country. I need some information about the Dark Council. And I also need intelligence on Hell.”

Yang Xiao knelt on one knee like a knight receiving his orders, the cavalier look on his face completely gone.

“Yes. That won’t be difficult. Most members of the Dark Council have never met each other. They rely on the Sheep Head Pendant to identify one another. I devoured that guy’s shadow and obtained his memories. Only one person knows his identity—his direct superior. That superior probably isn’t very strong. I think I can take him out as well…”

Yang Xiao glanced at the Sheep Head Pendant in his hand and softly uttered two words:

“Done deal.”

A smile touched the corners of Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes.

‘This kid, Yang Xiao, is the most reliable one I have.’

No matter what task was given to him, he would always complete it to his satisfaction.

“Good. I’ll be waiting,” Jiang Chaosheng said, standing up and looking at Liu Weiqian and Xia Li. “For your good news as well.”

Yang Xiao grinned, then suddenly remembered something and said,

“Oh, right, Sir. In that guy’s memories, I saw that he’s killed people. One of them was a man from the Anomaly Administration Bureau named Lu Tao. Should I organize the information and send it to you in a bit?”

Jiang Chaosheng froze for a moment.

‘Lu Tao?’

‘That name sounds very familiar.’

‘I remember now.’

Peng Guanhai began his journey to explore Hell because of a missing person case.

The victim in that case was a Xia Descendant named Lu Tao.

‘Could it be… that Lu Tao?’

‘What a coincidence.’

Jiang Chaosheng nodded.

“Alright.”

With that, Jiang Chaosheng walked outside.

Yang Xiao lowered his head.

“We respectfully see you off, Sir!”

Xia Li and Liu Weiqian immediately bowed.

“We respectfully see you off, Sir!”

When they looked up again, Jiang Chaosheng was already far away.

Liu Weiqian straightened up and said grimly,

“The world is about to change.”

Xia Li’s gaze was also grave.

Yang Xiao stood up, swinging the Sheep Head Pendant in his hand. He wanted to tuck it into his clothes, but he wasn’t wearing anything under his white lab coat, so he hung it around his neck and said with a sneer,

“You two can stop speaking in riddles in front of me.”

Liu Weiqian sat down in a chair and said,

“Sir is clearly desperate to find Hell. What do you think he’s going to do?”

Yang Xiao thought for a moment.

“Pick a fight?”

Xia Li walked over to a nearby wardrobe and tossed a green suit to Yang Xiao.

“Remember how the Witch Association promotes Sir? The Lord of Dusk. Remember how the Anomaly Investigation Bureau describes Sir? Taboo Dusk. That Dusk is the Dusk of Ragnar?k.”

Yang Xiao caught the suit.

“Are you saying Sir has been slaughtering Deities all this time? That makes sense. Sir’s antique shop is full of the weapons of Deities, like they’re trophies. HISS~ Sir has been hunting and killing Deities?”

Liu Weiqian nodded gravely.

“If Sir goes to war with Hell, it will likely be a bloodbath that shakes the very mountains and rivers.”

He subconsciously believed Jiang Chaosheng was a Deity.

‘A war between Deities… it’s truly unimaginable, something beyond the scope of comprehension.’

Yang Xiao sneered,

“Instead of that, why don’t you think more about what you can bring to the table for Sir? Or are you just scared?”

Liu Weiqian frowned.

“Of course I’m scared. I’m scared my experiment won’t be successful by the time the war starts, and Sir will be short one superweapon.”

Yang Xiao glanced at Xia Li again.

But he didn’t ask if she was scared.

He monitored the members of the Taboo Association day and night, so of course he knew about Xia Li’s adoration for Jiang Chaosheng.

In fact, in the entire Taboo Association, only Liu Weiqian’s and Zhong Shu’s true loyalty was unclear.

Yang Xiao unfolded the green suit, shook it out, took off his white lab coat, and said,

“If Sir is going to war with Hell, I’ll be the first to charge the vanguard.”

Before he could finish, Xia Li’s ice-cold voice cut in,

“You, get out!”

Yang Xiao paused, stunned, and looked at Xia Li.

Xia Li’s expression was unnatural. Although she tried her best to maintain her icy Female President image, she was blushing from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

He looked down at his own bare legs and instantly understood.

Yang Xiao then heard the sound of someone swallowing. He turned to look at Liu Weiqian and heard him muttering, “So perfect!”

“AHHH!!! You two perverts!”

Yang Xiao let out a piercing shriek in a pinched voice, covering his lower body as he slowly sank into the shadows.

He stopped when only his head was left above the ground—

He raised his head, his gaze icy cold. The corners of his mouth slowly curved up, revealing stark white teeth.

“If any member of the Taboo Association shrinks from battle, I’ll act as the battle supervisor and clean house.”

His voice was soft, like a blade slicing through silk.

“This new body… it’s just too perfect for killing.”

…

「That afternoon, rain began to fall in the South Sea.」

A woman stood at the entrance of Antique Shop Zero, like a meticulously carved sculpture.

Scarlet nail polish coated her toes, squeezed into twelve-centimeter stilettos.

Her leather pencil skirt was so short that the lace trim of her underwear would show if she bent over even slightly.

Large, black waves of hair hung languidly over her shoulders. Her perfume was strong and ostentatious, carrying a deliberate aggressiveness.

She had a fantastic figure.

Men passing by couldn’t help but take a second look—at the cleavage faintly visible beneath her black mesh top, at the curves that had been so carefully accentuated.

It was a carefully calculated sexiness.

Every inch of exposed skin was just right; every angle had been repeatedly considered.

She arrogantly flicked her long hair, the Cantini pendant at her collar swaying gently, brazenly displaying her feminine charm.

Just then, she saw a man approaching from a distance.

Black shirt, black trousers. His gait was casual, yet it carried an indescribable sense of pressure.

He drew closer and stopped beside her—glancing at her.

Just a single glance. His eyes lingered on her face for less than a second before moving away.

As if looking at a pillar, a chair, an insignificant decoration.

Then he took out an ancient-looking key and opened the antique shop’s door.

The woman’s body tensed instantly.

“Hello,” she began, her voice holding a trace of nervousness she herself hadn’t noticed.

The man didn’t reply and walked straight inside.

She bit her lip and followed him.

…

Jiang Chaosheng had originally planned to return to the antique shop, use the Homing Mirror to find the Evil Qilin, and then leave South Sea for a few days.

He would take care of the Evil Qilin while he wasn’t busy.

He might even be able to smoke out Niu Lang.

He hadn’t expected to find someone waiting outside the shop when he returned.

‘It’s about time for a customer to show up.’

The Soul Power supplying the Taboo Sculptures was indeed running low.

He walked into the antique shop and went straight to the counter.

A notebook was lying on the counter.

At that moment, crooked characters were materializing on the page.

It was as if an invisible hand was writing, each stroke forming a bizarre curve.

This was the “Shadow Character,” one of Yang Xiao’s techniques.

He was currently transmitting information about Zou Jun, including the details of how Zou Jun killed Lu Tao, to Jiang Chaosheng through this method.

Jiang Chaosheng read with his head lowered, completely ignoring the anxious woman behind him.

She finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Um… do you know Jin Meiting?”

“I do.” Jiang Chaosheng didn’t even raise his head, his tone as flat as if he were stating the most ordinary fact.

The woman’s breathing suddenly quickened.

“Then can you help me? Just like you helped Jin Meiting!”

Jiang Chaosheng turned around, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

The woman took a deep breath and began to tell her story.

…

Her name was Chen Yuqi, and she was a nurse at Yajie Plastic Surgery Hospital.

Well… she was a nurse by title, but in reality, the main job of some nurses at this kind of private plastic surgery hospital was sales and public relations.

In her career, the patient who had left the deepest impression on her was Jin Meiting.

She had seen photos of Jin Meiting from her university days—it was hard to imagine that a face burned so horribly had once been so enchanting and radiantly beautiful.

After reviewing Jin Meiting’s case, the doctor explained his plastic surgery plan.

It was very expensive, costing several hundred thousand.

Reconstruction and cosmetic surgery are two different things. Even after spending all that money, it would be difficult for her to be as beautiful as she once was.

At best, she wouldn’t be ugly.

Jin Meiting broke down right there in the hospital.

Chen Yuqi’s heart ached for her.

As a beautiful woman herself, she truly didn’t dare to imagine what it would feel like to be disfigured.

It might even be worse than being ugly from birth!

Partly for the sake of her sales performance, Chen Yuqi tried to comfort Jin Meiting and persuade her to accept the doctor’s treatment plan.

Jin Meiting, acting as if she’d gone mad, muttered a few words.

“South Sea, rainy day, suburbs, antique shop, urban legend.”