I Am A Corpse Collector In The World Of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 17: Either Do or Don't, Do It Completely

"Huh? Don't you guys feel suddenly hot?" The third person fanned himself with his sleeve and exclaimed in surprise.

Qiang Ge, with a calm expression, suddenly noticed sweat dripping down his cheek and asked suspiciously, "What's going on? Why am I sweating?"

"Big brother, above your head!" The other two people's faces suddenly changed, and they pointed at Qiang Ge with fear on their faces.

Qiang Ge looked up and immediately froze.

Above him, a huge fireball that exceeded his understanding was hanging in the air.

"Qiang Qiang, Qiang Ge." The two people's expressions almost froze, and they trembled slightly as they pointed behind Qiang Ge. "Behind you."

Startled, Qiang Ge immediately turned his head and almost lost his soul.

Nine fireballs identical to the one above his head were floating in mid-air. The heat emanating from them made his spine chill, and he shivered.

What the hell kind of fireball technique is this?

"Run!" Qiang Ge shouted, but he realized it was too late. The fireballs had already moved, rushing towards the three of them at an incredible speed.

Boom!

The nine fireballs and the two people beside Qiang Ge turned into ashes, leaving only the scorching heat lingering in the air. They didn't even have time to scream.

Qiang Ge, who was waiting for death with his eyes covered, realized that he was unharmed, and a glimmer of hope ignited within him. "Could it be that they want to interrogate me?"

He didn't dare to make any reckless moves because the fireball above his head was still there.

At this moment, a hand gently pressed on his head, accompanied by a voice. "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to meet them. With the three of us together, your combat power is equivalent to a division. Even if you meet the King of Hell, you won't be afraid."

"Ah... ah..." Qiang Ge's screams were weak, and his pupils gradually dilated.

He really wanted to tell this young man that he would confess to anything, just to beg for his life.

But life was slipping away too quickly, and he didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

Moreover, from the moment he ordered the execution of Chen Shen, this ending was inevitable.

Chen Shen was willing to spare anyone, but Qiang Ge's attitude towards mortals as insignificant beings sealed his fate.

"Either do or don't, do it completely. Tonight will be a sleepless night, with seventeen more to go."

After retracting his hand, Chen Shen gained knowledge of Qiang Ge's memories and learned that there were seventeen more people who had gone to assassinate Lu Changqing.

He changed into a black robe and put on a skull mask, walking towards the Tianqiao Bridge without looking back.

The fireball behind him descended, engulfing Qiang Ge.

The next morning, a room outside the outer gate was surrounded by disciples of the law enforcement.

Many outer gate disciples gathered outside the room, watching the commotion.

"Did you hear? Feng Chen and all his subordinates are dead."

"I'm not blind. Isn't this Feng Chen's house?"

"They seemed to be planning to assassinate Han Jun last night, but they were all killed by a mysterious person."

"What mysterious person? Isn't it Han Jun himself? He played the fireball technique so skillfully. I even saw three huge fireballs hanging in the air last night."

"Didn't they say Han Jun betrayed his brothers and went against them? How could it be him?"

"You don't understand. This is called a psychological attack. First, let Feng Chen think he's safe, then launch a surprise attack."

"His brothers have all been interrogated and admitted that it was Han Jun who conspired with them. They showed weakness to the enemy and made Han the leader personally take action."

"What a great big brother!"

At this moment, Han Jun walked out of the room with a grim face, followed by two law enforcement disciples.

Fuck your great big brother, psychological attack.

"Look, look, this is the loyal big brother."

In the room, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with a dignified appearance, stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the seven or eight corpses in front of him.

At this moment, a disciple walked out from the inner room.

"Senior Brother!" The disciple bowed.

Huang Xinwu snapped out of his trance, his gaze deep. "How is it?"

"Five of Han Jun's men are dead, the rest of the survivors are all injured to varying degrees, and there are a few who were not attacked. However, all of these survivors have admitted that it was Han Jun's plan and that he personally took action."

The reporting disciple respectfully reported.

"Release Han Jun after keeping him imprisoned for half a month," Huang Xinwu waved his hand.

"Why release him? Isn't Han Jun the culprit? The sword wounds on these corpses clearly came from Han Jun's renowned sword technique, and those who were completely burned were undoubtedly killed by fire magic."

The reporting disciple was somewhat puzzled. The truth was already obvious.

"You've seen Han Jun, how does he look?"

"He has a healthy complexion, he looks quite well."

"Do you think he could kill Feng Chen and the others without a scratch with his cultivation?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly said, "He planned it with his subordinates, it was a surprise attack, so he should be able to do it."

Huang Xinwu waved his sleeve, and the disciple had no choice but to leave respectfully, but he sneered as he turned around.

Captain, you clearly can't argue with me.

At this moment, a young man with extraordinary martial prowess walked out from the shadows of the room and smiled, "Thank you, Senior Brother Huang, for sparing me."

Huang Xinwu looked coldly at this person. "I'm not doing it for your sake, but there is something suspicious about this matter. I just want to find the truth, so hurry up and leave."

"Then I'll take my leave, Senior Brother." The young man's smile remained as he turned and left.

Huang Xinwu watched the young man's figure without saying a word.

After a while, another disciple walked out from the room.

"Have you finished interrogating?"

Huang Xinwu turned his head.

"I've interrogated them one by one. The people they know are all outer disciples, with similar cultivation levels, and there is nothing strange about them."

The disciple answered.

Huang Xinwu's eyebrows began to furrow, muttering to himself, "This shouldn't be the case. Could it be that there is a powerful expert who doesn't like them?"

He pondered for a moment, then asked again, "Is there really nothing strange about them?"

The interrogating disciple tried hard to recall, furrowing his brow. "I don't think so. Their interpersonal relationships are very simple, besides neighbors, they only have good relationships with other outer disciples. The place they go to most often is the Hehuan Tower, and there is one disciple who has a good relationship with a mortal."

"A mortal?" Huang Xinwu exclaimed softly, and said, "Was that person from Heaven Burial Mountain also attacked?"

"Yes, he was one of the most severely injured. According to what he said, he was pursued by a Qi Refining Stage 4 late cultivator, while he himself is only at the Qi Refining Stage 4 early stage and was also injured."

"Why would a cultivator be friends with a mortal?"

"It seems that they are both from Cang Country and are scholars. They might have common topics to talk about."

Huang Xinwu nodded after receiving the answer, not thinking too much about it.

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Have all the cultivators that these disciples know come to the Peak of Law Enforcement tomorrow. You can interrogate the mortal in person, there's no need to bring him here."

"Then I'll take my leave, Senior Brother." The disciple bowed.

After the disciple left, Huang Xinwu lowered his head in thought, and finally made a decision:

"No matter who the culprit is, Feng Chen and the others were the first to violate the rules of the sect. It would be best if we can uncover the truth in this matter. If we can't, it will be their own fault."