Dimension Paradise, I am a summoning apostle

Chapter 675 The Painted Skin Demon
"Brother Chu is joking." Lu Wanyi shook her head, but didn't say anything more.

Clearly, they didn't want to bring up the topic again.

Seeing this, Chu Danqing naturally stopped talking and changed the subject.

Just as they were talking, Da Bao tugged at Chu Danqing's sleeve.

"Xiao Chu, what's behind us isn't a person, it's malicious," Da Bao said.

It means that a malevolent demon or monster is chasing after us.

Chu Danqing looked closely but didn't see anything wrong.

Just as he was about to ask another question, he saw a black dot in the sky heading towards him.

Upon closer inspection, she turned out to be a beautiful woman.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that the woman seems to be carrying something in her hand.

“Yes, just now, the old lady,” Da Bao continued.

Da Bao cleared up Chu Danqing's doubts.

The woman was carrying the head of the old woman from before.

The situation developed and changed too quickly; Chu Danqing had not expected it at all.

"Hehe, even this old hag smells like you." The woman landed, sniffing as if she were smelling Lu Wanyi's scent.

Then, looking at Chu Danqing, he said, "You're so handsome, no wonder Meng Bier was so unyielding. You must be her lover."

"Perfect, I'll send your head over too."

"I just want to see what that little bitch Meng Bier looks like."

The other party babbled on and on, and also noticed Chu Danqing's gloomy face.

However, they were fearless and arrogant.

This confidence came not only from Marquis Anle, but also from the fact that the gods on Chu Danqing's side were too weak.

She had naturally sensed the presence of the goddess Linshui, but she was too weak.

She was so weak that she could easily crush her opponent.

“You’re nothing but a human skin,” Chu Danqing said. “It was that Marquis Anle who ruined you.”

"Why would you become an accomplice to a tyrant and do evil for your enemy?"

With Chu Danqing's keen eyesight and the memories given to him by the successor of the Hunyi system, he easily discerned that the other party was not human.

“Heh, heh heh.” The woman let out a low laugh: “She is her, and I am me.”

"If she hadn't died, how could I have been born?"

"Lord Marquis is my great benefactor who saved my life, not some enemy or villain."

As the woman spoke, her skin began to writhe, transforming into a ferocious appearance.

Its complexion was bluish-green, and its fangs resembled saw teeth.

It was clearly a painted-skin ghost.

"I see." Chu Danqing said softly, "When those kidnapped women got tired of being played with, they would skin them and make them into painted skin ghosts like you, right?"

Da Bao beat the painted-skin ghost to it, stabbing the evil spirit through with a single claw strike.

The blood chain of patricide tightly binds the victim, preventing them from offering any resistance.

"Da Bao, cut it open for me, but remember to spare its life. I'll hang it on the car as a flag," Chu Danqing said.

Although Da Bao didn't know what Chu Danqing was going to do, he just listened.

"You...you dare to provoke the Marquis?!" the Painted Skin Ghost screamed immediately.

“Provocation? No, no, no,” Chu Danqing said. “I wouldn’t provoke a dead man.”

"I just want to know how many people work for this Marquis Anle."

"As someone close to him, you should know this, right?"

“I hope you can tell me, and I will make a list.”

Chu Danqing was certain that the painted-skin ghost in front of him was definitely not the first ghost that Marquis Anle had kept.

In principle, keeping demons and monsters is not allowed.

But even high-ranking officials and nobles need some unsavory influence to help them handle dirty work.

The grand path of the gods may be good, but it is ultimately too rigid.

"Come on, you can talk now." Chu Danqing looked at the painted skin ghost that was hanging up and asked.

The painted-skin demon's eyes darted around, then he said, "City."

It had only uttered one word when Da Bao's blood chain of patricide struck it.

"Speak the truth," Da Bao said, his blood rage materializing as he threatened.

Chu Danqing added, "I don't understand interrogation and torture, but Da Bao knows how to make you die in extreme pain."

"Of course, I can bring you back to life before you die and then continue the process."

Why bother with morality when dealing with these demons and monsters? Just go for the ruthless ones.

If it were a human, Chu Danqing would consider the impact, but these evil demons and monsters have no human rights.

Generally speaking, no one would jump out and tell him that the lives of evil demons and monsters are also lives.

If that were true, then Chu Danqing could only place him on the same level as these demons and monsters.

"It seems you don't believe me, so let's try it out first." After Chu Danqing finished speaking, Da Bao controlled the blood chain of patricide to enter the body of the painted skin ghost.

Accompanied by an outbreak of intense pain, the Painted Skin Ghost could not stop howling and screaming.

The vitality waned with each repeated torment.

As Chu Danqing said, Da Bao wouldn't interrogate or torture anyone. He would simply torture them to death.

Just as he was about to die, Da Bao withdrew the blood chain of patricide, while Da Bai breathed a sigh of relief and healed him to about 70% recovery.

After the painted-skin ghost recovered, it must have been afraid.

As the saying goes, even ghosts fear evil people. When facing such wicked demons and monsters, Chu Danqing has to be even more wicked than them.

"I'll talk, I'll talk," the painted-skin ghost hurriedly said, "but after I tell you, you have to let me go!"

“Okay, Da Bao and I won’t kill you,” Chu Danqing said honestly, then added, “But you have to tell at least one lie.”

"I won't kill you. I'll keep you here as my flag, hehe."

The Painted Skin Demon shuddered involuntarily. Of course, it knew what Chu Danqing meant: to keep torturing it.

"No, no," the Painted Skin Ghost hurriedly replied, then said, "It's for the Marquis—no, for that dog Zhang Shanfu's errand boy."

As he spoke, he rattled off a string of names, even thoughtfully mentioning the location of their residences.

Not a single lie was told throughout the entire process.

Chu Danqing could only say that these demons and monsters truly feared power but not morality.

The list doesn't have a large number of people, because most of them are well-known figures in the state capital.

For ordinary people, even if they wanted to kneel, they wouldn't have the opportunity.

Zhang Shanfu's status is top-tier anywhere; if you don't have enough connections, you won't even have a way to give money to someone's butler.

Therefore, all those who served Zhang Shanfu, the Marquis of Anle, were powerful figures in Lianzhou.

However, no matter how powerful they are, they can't compare to the imperial court.

Each of them fawned over Zhang Shanfu and ran errands, and even the smallest scraps that slipped through Zhang Shanfu's fingers were enough to fill the coffers of these powerful figures, making them filthy rich.

Moreover, if one were to establish a connection with Zhang Shanfu, it would bring considerable influence within the imperial court.

What they considered a major event was nothing more than a matter of a word to Zhang Shanfu.

Zhang Shanfu had powerful connections, which is why he could still get away with so many evil deeds.

Lu Wanyi, standing to the side, grew increasingly pale as she listened, yet she felt helpless, unable to change the situation.

"That's all, right?" Chu Danqing wrote them all down. Once he entered the prefectural capital, not a single one of them would be able to escape.

"It's gone, it's gone," the painted-skin ghost hurriedly said. "Sir, can you let me go now?"

As it said this, it deliberately showed off its graceful figure.

Since she is a woman, she naturally makes a living by appearing as a woman.

Chu Danqing nodded and said, "Okay."

After saying that, Da Bao took back the blood chain that symbolized patricide.

"Thank you for your great kindness, sir." The painted-skin ghost, now free, quickly bowed in gratitude and then hurriedly flew away.

"Brother Chu, are you really going to let it go?" Lu Wanyi thought Chu Danqing was being a bit too rigid.

Chu Danqing said, "Da Bao and I really won't kill it."

"Aunt Lu, don't be anxious. Let the painted skin ghost fly for a while longer."

"They're too close to us; they'll affect us later."

From the very beginning, Chu Danqing had not lied. Just because he and Da Bao didn't kill them didn't mean Da Gu wouldn't be killed.

After the Painted Skin Ghost flew a certain distance, Chu Danqing grabbed the Big Bone from the Jade Palace.

Chu Danqing had previously instructed Da Gu to chant the "Sorrowful Return" in advance, because there was no need to add incantations or build up power, so controlling it was not a problem.

As soon as the big bone appeared, Bei Huifeng floated away.

A small mushroom cloud rose into the air, and it rose six times.

Killing a painted-skin ghost is simply a waste of talent.

With the attribute bonuses granted by the Wancheng Kingdom and the second template, even though the Big Bone is fragile, the Tier 5 natives are still vulnerable to its Sorrowful Wind.

That move, "Sorrowful Return Wind," was just its basic attack. If it were to combine with Chu Danqing and unleash its full power, it would obliterate thousands of soldiers.

The Big Bone has now evolved from a glass cannon into a glass nuclear bomb.

Lu Wanyi couldn't help but swallow hard. She had seen the twelve supreme deities worshipped by the imperial court, including the Four Kings and Eight Dukes, who also possessed such great power.

The problem is that these twelve deities, the Four Kings and Eight Dukes, were nurtured with the full resources of the nation.

Where did Chu Danqing get so many resources from the bone book he was carrying?
"Brother Chu, which deity is this?" Lu Wanyi hurriedly asked.

Chu Danqing casually put the large bone back into Bai Yujing, and then said, "The large bone is not a god."

Upon hearing that it wasn't a god, Lu Wanyi was taken aback: "Then what just happened?"

"Just a little trick," Chu Danqing replied. "Now you should believe in my abilities, right?"

Lu Wanyi couldn't help but give a bitter smile: "I believe it, I should believe it."

She never expected Chu Danqing to be so capable.

He just couldn't understand why Chu Danqing, who was so talented, was still so unknown.

“Brother Chu, with your abilities,” Lu Wanyi said after a moment’s thought, “why not enter the court as an official?”

"At that time, whether it's overturning your father's case or finding the truth of what happened back then, you'll be able to do it with ease."

"Why make me, an old woman, go with you to acknowledge the child because of this obsession?"

"In the end, this is a royal scandal, which makes it a hundred times harder for you to get justice."

Lu Wanyi felt that Chu Danqing had gone through a lot of trouble and wasted countless years of his life.

(End of this chapter)