The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 230: The Unaware Fatty Yellow Fetus and a New Mission Arrives
Fatty Huang approached the house cautiously, afraid of making any noise that might alert the people inside.

Although he had encountered many ghosts, he didn't really have a deep understanding of the subject. His knowledge of it was based on what he found online and what he knew from watching movies.

In his understanding, those evil people were all treacherous and cunning, and they could use a variety of evil spells to harm people. The little devils like the "demon fetus" who followed him were okay to deal with ordinary people, but they might not be enough to deal with those who knew evil spells.

The things that happened to him couldn't be discussed openly, not even with his father; he had to handle them himself.

Because this matter was too dangerous, he didn't want to implicate others.

After leaving Li Zhen's house, Fatty Huang remembered the master Li Xiangwen, whom he had met before, and thought that if this matter was not handled well, he would ask Master Li to take a look.

However, he also knew that Li Xiangwen had once helped Huang Jiarong break a curse that Huang had asked Li Zhen to place on Li Jiarong, so he was also wary of Li Xiangwen. That's why he brought "Little Ghost" and "Little Ghost's" toys to investigate the truth of the matter.

The fact that this "little devil" could bite that scary female ghost to death in just a few bites is probably because the female ghost wasn't actually that fierce. But it also shows that the "little devil" is actually very fierce, much fiercer than what's said online.

Moreover, Li Zhen was behind him.

Although Fatty Huang didn't know Li Zhen's true situation, Li Zhen had been acting mysteriously lately, first worshipping evil gods and then raising ghost children. Clearly, he had become involved in evil arts and should not be a simple person.

I have complete confidence in Detective Li and Fatty Huang.

What he's worried about now is causing a commotion that might lead the other side to bring out some righteous figures to deal with him.

If someone as famous as the Changshan Taoist, the Maoshan Taoist, or the infamous Longhushan Celestial Master were actually invited, even his henchmen and Li Zhen might not be able to withstand it.

Regardless of what had happened before, Fatty Huang knew that what he was doing now was to use evil magic to harm people.

Fatty Huang has seen many movies with this kind of plot.

When the villains are harming people, the righteous path doesn't appear. But when the victims have been harmed to the point of becoming ghosts and want to retaliate, the righteous path appears.

Fatty Huang hates this kind of plot the most, and he's now prepared to play the villain.

Thinking about it carefully, if Li Zhen hadn't realized something was wrong and rescued him, he would be a ghost now too.

What he did was actually become a "ghost" and then take revenge.

After letting his mind wander for a while, Fatty Huang had already sneaked up to the side of the house.

In front of the house was a narrow courtyard, with a rusty iron gate blocking Huang Pangzi's way.

There were no lights behind the iron gate, so it seemed no one was there.

Fatty Huang decided to sneak in and take a look first.

As soon as he poked his head out, he met the gaze of a vicious dog.

The vicious dog was half a person's height, with bloodshot eyes and bared teeth, looking as if it would howl at any moment, which terrified Fatty Huang.

The next moment, it saw the "little devil" suddenly appear next to the vicious dog, pat the dog's head, and make the vicious dog slink away to the side.

Fatty Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that the lock on the iron gate had opened by itself, he thought to himself that this kid was actually quite useful this time.

He cautiously entered the courtyard, and just as he approached the door, a creaking sound rang out, and the door opened by itself.

At the same time, all the lights in the room turned on.

A middle-aged woman, dressed plainly, blind in one eye, and with gray hair, appeared at the door, holding a bell in her hand.

The woman was short and slightly hunched, looking older than her actual age. Although the eyelid of her single eye drooped weakly, her gaze was extremely sharp, revealing a ruthless edge. Few people could meet her gaze without feeling pressured.

The moment the woman appeared, a suffocating, putrid stench emanated from her.

Fatty Huang was familiar with the smell; it was somewhat similar to the smell he had when he was imprisoned next to the coffin.

The smell was filled with death, and any living person would find it repulsive, but Fatty Huang was already used to it, so he simply covered his nose.

Huang Pangzi was startled when he saw the middle-aged woman suddenly appear.

The middle-aged woman was startled when she saw the fat man's face clearly.

"It's you?! How is that possible? How...how could you have survived?"

The woman was so struck by the sight of Fatty Huang's face that she was completely focused on his face, only belatedly noticing a tiny "little devil" standing next to him.

The woman's expression changed again. She abruptly threw the bell in her hand to the ground and slammed the door shut.

The bell that hit the ground rang out crisply, making Fatty Huang's heart skip a beat.

Knowing he had found the right person, Fatty Huang shook his head and ran to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the "little devil" slip through the door and into the house. Then he heard a chaotic noise coming from inside.

A little uneasy, Fatty Huang waited for a short while before the sounds inside disappeared.

He tried pushing the door, and it opened inwards by itself.

The scene inside immediately appeared in Fatty Huang's eyes.

The most conspicuous thing inside is a shrine set in the very center, which seems to enshrine a god. Yellow cloth strips hanging from the shrine cover the statue of the god, and from the angle of Fatty Huang, the true face of the enshrined god cannot be seen.

Various talismans were pasted on both sides of the room and the ceiling, and in some places there were brown marks, like dried bloodstains.

The tables, chairs, and benches inside were all overturned on the floor, making the place look gloomy and chaotic.

The middle-aged woman, her face deathly pale, knelt stiffly against the wall of the room, her right hand raised as if trying to block something. Strangely, however, there was no trace of panic on her face; instead, she was remarkably calm.

"It was resolved so quickly?"

Fatty Huang carefully entered the house, closed the door behind him, and looked around a few times.

The layout of this room was different from anything Huang Pangzi had ever seen, but it matched his imagination of people from the evil path.

After glancing around, Fatty Huang's gaze settled on the woman.

The woman remained unresponsive, like a dead person.

Fatty Huang didn't know what to do, and his eyes began to search for the figure of the "kid".

"Ask away, she'll tell you everything she knows."

Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulder, as if something was standing on it.

Huang Pangzi turned his head slightly and saw the terrifying little face of the demon fetus.

Even after seeing it many times, Fatty Huang still felt a chill when he saw that little face.

But from another perspective, that terrifying face could also make him feel safe.

"Brother Gui is really amazing! He solved it in such a short time." Fatty Huang flattered him first, trying to curry favor.

"Not bad, not bad. This guy's strength isn't that great," the demonic fetus said modestly.

Upon hearing that this person's abilities weren't very impressive, Fatty Huang instinctively asked, "Could this person be a fraud?"

In his imagination, the previous situation should have involved a mysterious and terrifying battle. However, the person in front of him looked sinister, but after a few moves, he was caught in the little devil's trick and had no power to resist at all.

The demonic fetus casually remarked, "He's not a fraud; this guy has some skills, but not many."

"So that's the level between expert and novice?" Fatty Huang muttered, looking at the woman. "You know me?"

The woman replied blankly, "I don't know her."

Where have you seen me before?

"I've seen your picture." "Did you do the ghost story about me?"

"It was my magic that I used."

Upon hearing this answer, Fatty Huang clenched his teeth so tightly they almost bled: "Why did you want to hurt me?"

"Someone paid me to perform a spell that will leave no trace of your remains."

Fatty Huang felt a chill run down his spine.

After a long pause, he finally asked, "Who told you to do this?"

"He Caicheng."

Who is He Caicheng?

“A middleman I trust; he often helps me find business opportunities.”

Do you know who sent him to ask you to harm me?

"He seemed to have said that a wealthy man surnamed Huang asked him to invite me to perform the ritual."

Fatty Huang's face turned extremely ugly.

After a long silence, he asked, "Besides me, have you ever taken anyone else's life?"

"I've done it before, I get paid and I do the job."

"Who is the female ghost in that coffin?"

"I don't know. I only know that we have to go to the wetlands to offer sacrifices during festivals. This is a tradition passed down in my lineage."

At this point, Fatty Huang had lost interest in asking any more questions.

But after glancing at the altar, he still asked one more question: "Is that the female ghost you're worshipping?"

A flicker of fear crossed the woman's face before she replied, "No, I worship the god of the wetlands, He...He..."

A sudden gust of cold wind rose up, blowing open the door of the house a crack, stirring the yellow cloth in front of the altar, and revealing the offerings behind it.

Fatty Huang glanced over instinctively.

A statue with a hideous, demonic face appeared before Fatty Huang's eyes.

For some reason, the moment he saw the statue, Fatty Huang tensed up, and every hair on his body stood on end.

A soft "Eh" reached Fatty Huang's ears, and then he saw the demonic fetus appear in front of the terrifying statue and grab its head.

Fatty Huang shuddered and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Disappointed, the demonic fetus threw the statue to the ground and grinned, saying, "You're lucky you ran fast."

Its figure flashed and it reappeared on Fatty Yellow's shoulder.

Realizing what had happened, Fatty Huang glanced at the door and asked in a low voice, "Did something just come by?"

The demonic fetus said, "It came and then ran away."

The thought of something silently circling around him made Fatty Huang's heart pound violently a few times.

Fortunately, he brought "Little Devil" with him. If he had to do this alone, he would have died without even knowing how.

This woman doesn't seem to be a con artist, but rather someone with genuine skills...

Clearly, this ability is indeed limited, and the deity being worshipped is not a god, but a malevolent spirit from the wetlands that is even less than a minor demon.

Fatty Huang then looked at the woman and asked her to contact the man named He Caicheng.

The woman obediently took out her phone and contacted He Caicheng.

After the woman hung up the phone, Fatty Huang closed the door, straightened a chair, and sat down inside.

According to what the woman said on the phone, it will take the man at least half an hour to get here.

After sorting out his jumbled thoughts, Fatty Huang asked the bored Demon Child, "How should we handle this? I mean, if this were your master, what would he do?"

The demonic fetus jumped onto a chair and casually replied, "I don't know either, he's never encountered anything like this before."

Fatty Huang scratched his head: "Think about it, if your master's relatives wanted to kill him, and your master caught them, what would he do?"

"Then they must have eaten it."

"Eat...eat?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter if the blood food isn't of high quality. I don't mind. I'll give it to this cat."

Fatty Huang sighed speechlessly, thinking to himself that kids are just like that, even their methods of dealing with them are so crude.

On second thought, if it were Detective Li, wouldn't he have handled it the same way?

The image of Li Zhen's seemingly gentle face flashed in Huang Pangzi's mind. He shuddered and turned to the little ghost, saying, "Little Ghost, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to some blood later."

The demonic fetus chuckled and said, "I don't mind having too much blood food, but right now I'd rather go out and have some fun. When you have time, take me around to see the sights. I have a lot of things to do later."

It jumped onto the back of the rotten cat that had sneaked in, and made the rotten cat sniff the demon statue on the ground: "I want to do carpentry. The long table isn't finished yet, but the tools are all here, and... and... I can't remember. Anyway, there are a lot of tasks to do."

Hearing the demon fetus's words, Fatty Huang was speechless, thinking to himself that Detective Li really knew how to exploit people, not even sparing the little devil.

In the information he saw, everyone else treated the kid with good food and fun, but only Detective Li forced the kid to do chores.

If this gets out, no one will believe it.

When He Caicheng arrived and was subdued by the little devil, Fatty Huang asked a few simple questions and then lost interest in asking any more.

He walked out of the house with a grim expression, gritted his teeth for a while, and whispered to the little ghost standing on his shoulder, "Can you make them... make them disappear without a trace?"

"No big deal." The demon fetus threw away the big-headed imp and the rag doll it was holding.

Worried about hearing something frightening, Fatty Huang quickly walked to the iron gate and retraced his steps.

Not long after he left, he smelled a faint scent of blood. He turned around and saw that the tattered doll in the demon's hand and the big-headed imp had returned.

At this moment, there was some fresh blood on the big-headed imp's mouth, and the rag doll's clothes seemed to have become even more...

Fatty Huang kept reassuring himself that the dead man was scum and that he hadn't killed him, but he still felt uneasy.

The faces of those two men kept flashing through his mind, making his face grow paler and paler.

After walking for a while, they arrived at a bustling street. Huang Pangzi, feeling uneasy, looked around and was about to hail a taxi when he suddenly heard Mo Tai say, "They're calling me from over there. I need to go back first."

Fatty Huang's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look at the demonic fetus.

The demonic fetus took a bite out of the rag doll, seemingly biting off something, then threw the rag doll to Fatty Yellow: "Take it with you, it will take care of anything. I'll go play with you again next time."

"Remember what you promised me..."

Before the words were even finished, the demonic fetus had vanished from the spot, leaving only the chubby man standing there in a daze and a tattered rag doll that reeked of blood.

(End of this chapter)