Chapter 1 Portrait

In the study, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the portrait hanging on the wall, then at Fu Qingyang sitting upright, and sighed:

"The painting is good, what a pity!"

Fu Qingyang, who was about to ask a question, was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely: "Even if the painter's level is high, he can't reproduce one-thousandth of the centurion's brilliance and handsomeness, so it's a pity."

Fu Qingyang glanced at him a few times and said indifferently: "Let's talk about business, don't waste time on these meaningless words."

But Zhang Yuanqing could tell from the subtle expression on the other party's face that he was actually quite pleased.

When he first came in, Fu Qingyang's brows were slightly furrowed and he was preoccupied, but now his brows were relaxed and his complexion was much softer.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled over a high-backed chair and sat down, looking at the aloof young master by the desk and asked:

"How long will it take for the elders to make a decision on Xia Houchi?"

"I can't give you an answer," Fu Qingyang shook his head, then explained:

"Xia Houchi can't run away, but he is a direct descendant of the Xia Hou family. Before dealing with him, we must discuss it with the Xia Hou family. Killing him without warning will affect the relationship between the two forces and even cause conflict."

*That's* how perspective works, huh? Zhang Yuanqing nodded, indicating his understanding.

The elders think about problems from a different perspective than the grassroots, and there would be a problem if they were the same.

"Then what are you planning to investigate next, Centurion?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at him without speaking.

*He* probably doesn't have a good idea. It's really too difficult to find a high-level Spirit Adventurer who is determined to hide. It takes time. Zhang Yuanqing immediately said:

"Centurion, I remember the night we killed Heng Xingwuji, we discussed the motive of Hei Wuchang (Black Impermanence) lurking in Songhai. It was because something went wrong with the Fallen Holy Grail, so Hei Wuchang secretly contacted the Dark Night Rose and met with them in Songhai."

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing continued:

"After getting off work yesterday, I thought about it for a long time... Why does Dark Night Rose want to help Hei Wuchang? What benefits can they get?"

Fu Qingyang's eyes narrowed.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to speak on his own: "We analyzed that the problem with the Fallen Holy Grail originated from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord is a Night Wanderer. He must have used some means to cause the problem with the Fallen Holy Grail, but my knowledge is shallow, and I can't think of anything that can affect the Fallen Holy Grail, a rule-based item."

He didn't point out that it was the power of the Eye God's domain, that would be too deliberate. With Fu Qingyang's knowledge, a light touch would be enough.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter:

"The only thing that can deal with the Fallen Holy Grail is an item of the same level. I understand the means by which the Demon Lord restrains the Fallen Holy Grail."

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing and explained:

"It is the power of the Eye God. High-level Night Wanderers can use and control the power of the sun. As for whether the Demon Lord used an item or a related object, I need to consult the database and, if necessary, apply for permission from the Taiyi Sect.

"Dark Night Rose should want to get it. Although this will not allow us to directly find Hei Wuchang, the more information we understand, the more breakthroughs will appear."

lingdian.

The aloof young master showed a smile and praised: "Your idea is very good. I was right about you. If you were a scout, you would be very good."

Forget it, there's nothing good about being a true eye... Zhang Yuanqing dared to joke like this in front of Li Dongze, but he didn't dare to insult scouts in front of Fu Qingyang, and said regretfully: "Yes, yes."

After leaving the villa, Zhang Yuanqing called Wang Qian.

"What are your orders?" Wang Qian said respectfully.

Are you contacting me too often?

"Please tell Palace Master Zhisha that Xia Houxin has been silenced. Also, I hope she can speed up the things I asked her to investigate. Time is running out." Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

Wang Qian heard it in her ears and was stunned.

On the one hand, she was surprised that Xia Houxin was silenced. Who silenced him?

On the other hand, it was Yuan Shitianzun's urging tone. She asked her to investigate things quickly. People who didn't know would think the Palace Master was his informant.

The Palace Master...shouldn't be this kid's informant, right?!

"Okay, okay!" Wang Qian hung up the phone with a confused look on her face.

Next, I'll go to the Wuhen (Traceless) Hotel to inquire about information from the evil professionals there... Zhang Yuanqing left the villa complex, wandered on the roadside for a long time, and stopped a taxi.

After negotiating the price, he took a taxi to Jinshan City in the north.

An hour later, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a baseball cap and mask, walked into the lobby of the Wuhen Hotel.

The woman at the front desk glanced at him, scrutinized him slightly, recognized Zhang Yuanqing, and frowned: "What are you here for again?"

She was still dressed as she was when they first met, a white shirt with a burgundy suit jacket, the standard hotel service uniform.

Her features were bright and generous, her eyes were round and charming, her breasts were high and full, full of the charm of a mature woman.

It's just that her expression was cold and it was difficult to get close to her.

Zhang Yuanqing, knowing that the other party was not a ferocious person, smiled and said:

"Don't be so wary. I want to make friends with you, Auntie. Having more friends means having more paths."

The beautiful woman narrowed her eyes and sneered:

"If you want to pick me up, you will die miserably. If you have any designs on the group behind me, you will die even more miserably.

"Go back, this is not a place for you to come."

No, why do you think I want to pick you up? Does an eagle eat chicks? Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart, giving full play to his social skills:

"Don't speak so confidently. People need friends and should be good at making friends, so that their path will become wider and wider. That day, being ashamed of being a father made friends with me, so you were able to learn of his last words."

The beautiful woman stared at him for a few seconds and said coldly:

"Tell me your purpose."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "Have you heard of Hei Wuchang? The authorities have recently been searching for him. Do you have any news about him?"

The beautiful woman mocked: "Do you think that by sitting in a hotel, I can find out the whereabouts of Hei Wuchang for you?"

She pondered for a few seconds, then said: "I can help you inquire at the black market."

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's confused face, she explained with a "heh":

"It's not the kind of black market that your officials allow. It's a black market that only evil professionals know about. After all, even heinous scum needs to trade.

"But I want to charge labor fees, risk subsidies, and compensation for mental damage."

I can understand labor fees and risk subsidies, but what the hell is compensation for mental damage? Zhang Yuanqing said: "Compensation for mental damage?"

The woman curled her lips and said matter-of-factly: "Every time I see those ugly and disgusting guys, I feel like I've been raped a hundred times by men."

Okay, you're so self-deprecating, what else can I say? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a reason to bargain for a while, so he had to ask:

"Just tell me how much money you want."

"Fifty thousand!" The woman said indifferently: "No refunds will be given regardless of whether you find any information."

Fifty thousand. If it were me in the past, I would have to strip myself naked and lie on the bed and say, Auntie, I'm yours tonight. But for me now, this is just small money. Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Deal. My only requirement is speed, the faster the better."

As he spoke, he took out his phone: "Let's exchange contact information. What should I call you, Auntie?"

The woman said: "Xiaoyuan (Little Round)."

"Good name..."

Leaving the Wuhen Hotel, Zhang Yuanqing walked along the road towards Songhai, intending to walk a distance before taking a taxi.

The infrastructure in Jinshan City is far worse than that in Songhai, especially in this suburban area, where large trucks often travel, so there are cracks and tilts on the roadside.

"Ding dong~"

The phone in his pocket vibrated. Zhang Yuanqing stopped on the side of the road and took out his phone to check.

An unread message:

[Have you heard of the legend of the woman in white who kills people? It is said that she is an evil spirit wandering in dreams. Her image is that of a woman wearing dirty and filthy white clothes, with disheveled hair, and carrying a kitchen knife in her hand. Her body is pieced together from the limbs of different people, and her face is facing her back.

She always walks backwards...

[The woman in white who kills people wanders in the dreams of late night, looking for the target to kill. When she decides to kill someone, she will knock on the other person's door at midnight and then kill the target.

[People who receive this message, please forward it to the next person before midnight twelve o'clock, otherwise the woman in white who kills people will come to you.]

"What era is this? There are still garbage messages that say you'll be killed if you don't forward them?"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately recalled the prank messages that were popular in a certain chat software group when he was in middle school. They were in this format.

At this time, a taxi drove up.

He put his phone back in his pocket and reached out to stop the taxi. When he heard that it was going to Songhai, the driver readily agreed.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to Songhai at 11 a.m.

He originally planned to find a restaurant on the street to solve his hunger, but suddenly he remembered that Squad Leader Teng Yuan had increased the lunch budget for each employee by ten yuan in order to improve employee benefits.

It was originally thirty yuan per meal.

Forty yuan, you can eat a very good lunch.

He immediately asked the driver to change his route to the Kangyang District Security Department.

Stepping into the gate of the glass building, in the leisure area on the left, Guan Ya, Teng Yuan, and Jiang Jingwei were sitting around a glass round table for lunch.

Guan Ya ate elegantly, chewing slowly, her red little mouth stained with oil, which was very tempting.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan was eating expressionlessly, his eyes slightly dull, lacking enthusiasm for life and food.

Jiang Jingwei was different, gobbling it down, and her eating habits could be compared with those of a yellow-haired monkey.

This girl is obviously very beautiful, but it's a pity that she's a Fire Master. Zhang Yuanqing sighed, instructed the clerical staff to prepare lunch for himself, and then walked towards his teammates with a smile, saying:

"Haha, I came at the right time."

Guan Ya swallowed the food carefully, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was walking over, and asked:

"You have been a little lazy these past few days."

This is called the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, ah no, it is responding to the leader's call! Zhang Yuanqing sat down next to the experienced driver and said:

"I haven't been lazy today, I went on a business trip."

"Huh?" Guan Ya expressed her doubts with a nasal sound.

Zhang Yuanqing explained: "I found a thirty-year-old aunt and gave her a sum of money to do some things."

Guan Ya was stunned, then smiled and said, "You have good taste. A thirty-year-old aunt can teach you a lot of positions."

"If there is a chance, I would also like to learn knowledge from Sister Guan Ya." Zhang Yuanqing said, glanced at a red schoolbag placed next to Jiang Jingwei's feet, and asked:

"Jingwei, aren't you going to school anymore?"

Jiang Jingwei then raised her head and was taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Crude Fire Master! Zhang Yuanqing repeated the question again.

"Oh, my dad said that work can't delay study, so he asked me to bring my homework to the unit to study. It just so happens that Sister Guan Ya and Squad Leader Teng Yuan can teach me how to do my homework." The red-haired girl said cheerfully.

Guan Ya's face darkened.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan's expression seemed even more world-weary.

Teach you how to do your homework? Zhang Yuanqing looked at his two colleagues with pity.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"Yuan Shi, you should be a college student, right? I think you can teach Jingwei how to do her homework. After all, Guan Ya and I have been away from campus for many years, and we are rusty in our studies."

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"No need, Squad Leader, I went to a chicken university, and I'm a terrible student." Zhang Yuanqing politely refused and quickly changed the subject, saying:

"Squad Leader, I can tell that you don't seem to like work?"

Squad Leader Teng Yuan was silent for a while, then slowly said:

"I realized a long time ago that this world is full of exploitation. High taxes are the government's exploitation, and high-intensity work is capital's exploitation.

When I was young, I studied hard, hanging my head and pricking my thighs, not daring to rest for a moment, living like a dog.

"After entering society, I have to face exploitation and squeezing from all sides, living like a donkey. Life in this world is only a hundred years, so why live so tired?

"I can't change others, but I can change myself."

It sounds so philosophical, no, that's not right, this seems to be just lying flat. Zhang Yuanqing listened in a daze.

Squad Leader Teng Yuan sighed: "After becoming a Spirit Adventurer, I discovered that the Spirit Realm is also crap."

... Zhang Yuanqing could only maintain an awkward but polite smile.

After finishing dinner, Zhang Yuanqing returned to his bedroom and closed the curtains.

He sat at his desk and thought:

"Palace Master Zhisha hasn't replied to me yet. Logically speaking, she has tortured a lot of information from Xia Houtianwen. These are all clues to track down the Dark Night Rose. Well, Dark Night Rose also knows this. The Palace Master said that she wants to guard against the leader of the Dark Night Rose coming to her door.

"Aunt Xiaoyuan has accepted my money and should do a good job. I hope she will have clues over there. Little rascal, don't steal your aunt's underwear tomorrow, one piece is enough.

"Pa!"

He turned off the lights and went to sleep.

He didn't know how long had passed before Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. Messy pictures flashed quickly in his mind, and his ears were full of meaningless noise.

Many of these pictures were fragments of memories accumulated from soul questioning after becoming a Night Wanderer.

Since becoming a Spirit Adventurer, as his physique improved, he gradually said goodbye to the troubles of headaches, so he forgot to take his medicine on time.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the splitting pain in his head, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he threw himself on the bed, waiting for the headache to pass.

"Dong dong!"

At this time, he heard a knock on the door.

Who is it, knocking on the door at night, is it Jiang Yuer? Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain and sat up, glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, and the time showed:

12:00 a.m.

Midnight twelve o'clock.

p: I made it, four thousand words, which is not bad. I had diarrhea and vomiting today, which made me a little weak. Sleep, sleep, and ask for a monthly ticket.