It was already New Year's Eve, and the streets and alleys of Chongqing were decorated with lights and neon lights, but Ye Huang was in no mood to see any of this.
Zhalupeng's move caught Ye Huang a little off guard.
For the Yanhuang Hui, the only point of conflict with Chalunpeng was the Jiangbei area. They tolerated each other these days and no too violent conflicts occurred.
Even if there was a conflict, it was just a matter of pushing and scolding each other, and no real action was taken.
This time, the other party directly killed someone, which was a bit too much.
"Is it possible that the departure of the two surrender masters was a deliberate move by Zhalumpeng?" Ye Huang frowned, with huge doubts in his heart.
The head-dropping master who bewitched Lin Anqi in Hong Kong was already very good at it. Even the other party did not let Lin Anqi die immediately. This time, the one who poisoned Wang Zhi and others took away several lives.
Ye Huang was guessing what the other party's strength was. If even Wu Cha couldn't treat him, this matter would be a bit difficult to handle.
After speeding all the way, more than ten minutes later, Ye Huang's car came to a sudden stop in front of Huangquan Gate.
Since it was only around 7 or 8 o'clock, it was the peak business period of the bar. Ye Huang saw many people entering and exiting the bar before he even got off the bus.
Seeing this scene, Ye Huang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Since the bar was still open, it meant that Xing Tian and others had concealed the death of the man very well.
If news comes from the underworld that someone has died, things will be a little difficult to handle.
Almost as soon as Ye Huang's car stopped, the younger brother who was standing guard at the gate of Huangquan noticed it. He picked up the walkie-talkie and notified Xing Tian and the monks inside.
Here, Ye Huang locked the car and strode toward the main entrance. At the same time, Xing Tian and others had also walked out.
"Son."
Although they were already brothers, Xing Tian was used to calling him "Young Master".
What surprised Ye Huang was that the girl Xu Ziqing also followed Xing Tian out, which meant that he already knew about this.
The latter's face was very calm and did not appear to be overly frightened. This made Emperor Ye a little curious, but he understood it after thinking about it.
The Xu family's development in Hong Kong is inseparable from the underworld. To this day, there are still many forces in Hong Kong supported by the Xu family. It is normal for Xu Ziqing to see dead people.
"Ziqing, Youruo and the others are watching a party at Yucheng University. She asked me to call you there. How about I send someone to send you there?" Nodding to Xingtian, Ye Huang asked with a smile.
Although it was certain that Xu Ziqing would follow Ye Huang in the future, it was always inconvenient for women to interfere in men's affairs, so Ye Huang was still prepared to send her away.
Moreover, the life of fighting and killing is indeed not suitable for girls.
"Zi Qing, come and take a look. I happen to have something to deal with here." Seeing what Ye Huang said, Xing Tian also understood that some things are indeed not suitable for girls to participate in.
"That...okay then."
Knowing that Xing Tian and Ye Huang were deliberately keeping her away, Xu Ziqing glanced at Xing Tian and nodded with some attachment.
"Fanzi, please send Miss Xu to Yucheng University in person."
"Yes, brother." Nodding, Fanzi immediately took the key handed over by Ye Huang and made a gesture of invitation to let Xu Ziqing get in the car.
The latter nodded, then walked towards the car. When he opened the door and was about to get in, he suddenly turned his head.
"Ye Huang, those people who died may not have been affected by the head-lowering technique."
"You know?" Xu Ziqing's words made Ye Huang's eyes tighten.
"I'm not sure, but I heard from my grandpa that the death of those killed by the head-lowering technique is very miserable. Although those people died in a hideous manner, they didn't look like they had been hit by the head-lowering technique."
"Okay, I understand." Seeing that Xu Ziqing couldn't say anything, Ye Huang didn't ask any more questions.
Xu Ziqing seemed to know that her suspicion was unfounded, so she turned around and got in the car.
Here, Ye Huang made a gesture to the people waiting outside the door, and a group of people walked towards the underworld.
"Has the body been disposed of?"
"It has been moved. Fanzi said that Chalumpeng might call the police. If the police find the body, many things will not be clear." The monk on the side agreed.
He hadn't thought of this at first, but Fanzi only realized it after seeing several people dead.
"Where's Wang Zhi?"
"Upstairs, the Wucha brothers are rescuing her, but the effect is not great. They are just hanging on for a breath, and it seems that they are dying."
As soon as he heard what the monk said, Emperor Ye speeded up his steps and rushed up to the third floor in a few steps.
Outside the lounge on the other side of the office on the third floor, several people opened the door and hurriedly got out of the way when they saw Emperor Ye coming up.
The moment the door was opened, the stench of the orphan came out, like the smell of a rotting corpse. Ye Huang immediately turned to the inner breath.
The monks and others who followed Ye Huang didn't expect why it suddenly smelled so bad. They all pinched their noses and looked ugly.
Wu Cha was the only one in the room. At this moment, he also had swollen veins on his face. He looked like he was suffocating. On the bed, half of Wang Zhi's body was lying on his stomach. In front of the bed was a large pool of black blood with a fishy smell.
Although he vomited a lot of filth, Wang Zhi was still listless and out of breath, as if he was about to die in the next second.
When Wu Cha saw Ye Huang push the door open, he stood up and made a gesture towards Ye Huang to say, then stood up and walked out quickly.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I took a deep breath.
"How is it? Can I be treated?"
"There is no good solution for the moment, so we can only drag it on. Wang Zhizhong's technique looks like a head-lowering technique, but it doesn't look like a head-lowering technique. It is completely different from Miss Lin's."
"How is it different?"
"I can't tell, but my intuition tells me that there are differences between the two. If it's a head-lowering technique, I can solve it." Wucha was also frowning at this moment and had no idea what to do.
Originally, after Lin Anqi's incident, Wu Cha already had a certain degree of confidence in his own abilities in strange arts, but in the blink of an eye, the blow was gone.
No matter how many strange arts he knows, at least Wang Zhi cannot cure it by himself.
"Who told you that it was someone from Chalumpeng who took action?" Looking back, Ye Huang frowned and asked the monk.
"Wang Zhi said it himself. When it was getting dark in the afternoon, a group of three of them rushed into Huangquan. Wang Zhi opened his mouth and shouted that Zalunpeng had found out and wanted to harm them. Within a minute, the two people vomited blood and died.
Yes, only Wang Zhi is alive, but his consciousness is blurred." The monk agreed.
"He only said that Chalumphong wanted to harm them, but he didn't say how."
"No, he fell down before we had a chance to ask."
“Chalumphong!”
Ye Huang gritted his teeth, with anger in his eyes.
"Wucha, could it be something else instead of a head-lowering technique?"
"I can't say, but no matter which kind it is, I have never seen it. Give me some time and maybe I will find a solution, but I'm afraid Wang Zhi won't be able to wait until that time." Wucha sighed and fisted
Clenched tightly.
He was not in a good mood now. Wucha seemed to be playing the role of a doctor. He was watching the patient lying on the bed slowly dying without any help. It was hard to express his self-blame.
"I'll go in with you and take a look."
Wucha's words caused Ye Huang to fall into silence. A month or two ago, he had promised to help Wang Zhi get rid of his drug addiction and become a healthy person again, but now it seemed that he was about to slip up.
"Sir, how about the monk and I lead a group of brothers, kill him directly, and tie up Zalumpeng?" Xing Tian, who was next to him, was also a little anxious at this moment.
"Tie? If he could really tie him up, he would have waited until now. Then Charunpeng would have been hiding in the sky by now, and it would be impossible to find him." Ye Huang shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"You guys wait outside, I'll go in and take a look." Knowing that the others couldn't stand the smell inside, Ye Huang waved his hand, opened the door and walked in.
Perhaps the sound of the door aroused some of Wang Zhi's subconscious. The latter's eyelids fluttered and he slowly opened them a crack.
"Mr.. Gongzi..."
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Ye Huang said apologetically, grabbing the other person's arm.
At the same time, the true energy in his body quickly poured into Wang Zhi's body, maintaining Wang Zhi's last breath.
After Ye Huang's true energy passed, Wang Zhi's spirit improved significantly. He muttered for a while, then pushed Ye Huang away suddenly and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood again.
At the same time, Emperor Ye's face also darkened.
The moment he let go, the true energy that Ye Huang passed into Wang Zhi's body also made him understand Wang Zhi's true condition at this moment.
"This is not the head-lowering technique of Southeast Asia. This is completely Western witchcraft!"
Just like the strange arts in the East, there are also some mysterious spells in the West.
In the West, there is the Holy See, which has a bright side. You can use magic tools such as crosses to eliminate demons. There are also some dark sides, and witchcraft is one of them. It is a dark and evil force.
Just like the spells used by characters such as witches in the Western Middle Ages in movies, this type of mysterious power has a huge corrosive power on the human body. Generally speaking, this evil power is called black magic in the West.
Ye Huang has been living in the West for so many years, and most of his murders are to assassinate Westerners, so he is no stranger to these things.
"No wonder Wucha can't do anything!" Ye Huang muttered.
Although evil forces such as black magic in the West and head-dropping techniques and voodoo techniques of the Eastern generation are relatively evil powers, there is a big gap between the two in some aspects.
The difference in nature also determines that Wucha, a good expert in removing evil spirits, is helpless when encountering these things.
"Sir, I... am I going to die?" Wang Zhi asked weakly, raising his head and taking advantage of Ye Huangdu's infuriating breath.
"If I don't come today, you will die. But if I come, it will be difficult for you to die!" A rare smile appeared on Ye Huang's face.
Fortunately, I have been in the West for a long time and know some things clearly, otherwise I would have broken my promise today.
