Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 268 Crematorium

"Crematorium?" Wu Xian was completely confused.

"Although the demon god doesn't care about the life and death of mortals, I still have some feelings for Yaoyang City. You have no doubt about that."

After the refined middle-aged man finished speaking, he chuckled and disappeared.

The scene returns to the owner's small villa, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Xian looked around, trying to find the other party's trace, but he couldn't detect any trace of the other party at all.

"The Demon God of Knowledge and Truth?"

Wu Xian frowned, completely bewildered by the cryptic remarks of the refined middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, this strange incident in the art studio was actually caused by that unremarkable art teacher from back then.

"Similar to what Sister Jump did back then?"

Wu Xian couldn't help but think of the situation when Tang Tiaotiao summoned the mechanical creator.

This person must have experienced a similar situation.

Compared to the mechanical creator of Sister Jump, this deity who calls himself the "Demon of Knowledge and Truth" doesn't sound like a proper god. He seems more like a neutral god who is neither good nor evil, neither right nor wrong.

After some thought, he immediately began searching for information and materials related to refined middle-aged men.

The official website of Dengfeng Art Studio only provides some basic information:

Yu Boling, 42 years old, has been teaching at Dengfeng Art Studio for nearly ten years...

As for the scroll paintings, I have seen them before. They depict a demon-like creature, a kind-hearted little demon with only average fighting ability.

He then inquired about Yu Boling's information from Tang Benghao.

Tang Beng was also a graduate of the art studio and had a very good impression of his teacher, Yu Boling, who gave him a lot of guidance.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Tang Beng asked in the video, puzzled.

"It's nothing," Wu Xian quickly changed the subject. "By the way, how's the data core cracking going?"

"It's alright, I feel like there's a chance."

"That's daring."

After ending the call with Tang Beng, he then subtly inquired with Zhou Qi and Wang Xiaocong.

Unsurprisingly, everyone spoke highly of Bo Ling, summarizing him as diligent and responsible.

Her painting skills may not be top-notch, but she is definitely the most dedicated and responsible teacher in the studio.

However, this teacher was ultimately dismissed by the art studio, becoming a victim in the studio's efforts to quell the public outcry.

"No wonder they only target the principal and teachers, not the students."

As for the family, it can only be considered an ordinary small family, or even a large family.

It was a rare find to have someone with such talent as Yu Boling, and the hopes of the entire family were pinned on him.

According to information provided by Du Yifan, Yu Boling disappeared shortly after being expelled from the art studio.

Yu Boling's family and relatives acted as usual, but they seemed to harbor deep resentment over his disappearance.

After all, the family and relatives have invested a lot of money and resources in Yu Boling over the years, hoping that Yu Boling would lead the family to success.

"From this perspective, Yu Boling should indeed not be viewed as an evil god scroll painter."

If he were truly a scroll artist of evil gods, Yu Boling's relatives would probably have become the material for those scrolls long ago.

After all, the "start-up capital" for most of today's evil god scroll artists is basically their family and friends.

As long as Yu Boling doesn't do anything immoral or evil, he won't expose Yu Boling's situation.

"crematorium?"

As he pondered, he took advantage of the darkness and began to walk on his sword.

With these questions in mind, I arrived at one of the three major crematoriums in Yaoyang City.

The crematorium at night naturally had an eerie atmosphere. A few staff members were on duty, dozing off out of boredom. Wu Xian used his Night Stalker to investigate but found nothing unusual.

"Could there be a problem with the other two crematoriums?"

Yu Boling's reminder to him was certainly not meant to be a joke.

Moreover, the other party possesses the magic of knowledge and truth, not the magic of lies and trickery.

What problems could there be with a crematorium?

Wu Xian pondered as he controlled his flying sword, preparing to investigate the other two crematoriums.

Coincidentally, at that moment, an incinerator in the crematorium was turned on, and the staff began to clean out the ashes and residue inside.

"That's... the aura of the human body's spiritual matter..."

Yes, Wu Xian sensed the unique evil spiritual substances of the human body in the incinerator. These spiritual substances seemed to have been secretly collected and stored in a special device inside the incinerator.

"I see!"

Wu Xian was shocked. He never expected that someone would secretly use crematoriums to collect evil spiritual substances from human bodies.

Continuing to observe, they saw a maintenance worker take away the device that stored the human body's spiritual matter.

After being secretly followed for a short time, the device passed through the hands of several people and was eventually taken to the [Dead Mountain Town] outpost in the eerie abyss by a spirit master adventurer, and then secretly transported to a location densely populated with monsters.

Wu Xian, who had followed along, waited nearby for a while before seeing a servant of the evil god take the device away.

"call--!"

Wu Xian took a deep breath, deeply shocked.

It seems that someone in Yaoyang City is secretly "supporting" the evil scroll painter.

After returning to the villa in the North District, it was already the early hours of the next day.

The wandering spirit's divided soul was still closely tracking the people involved in every step of the process, and it turned out that they were all people under Mayor Chen Shilong's command.

This puzzled him a lot.

After all, he had a pretty good impression of Chen Shilong, who had always been quite dedicated to Yaoyang City.

……

Not long after, Wu Xian, still filled with doubts, arrived at the municipal government.

Chen Shilong has been busy these past few days negotiating with neighboring cities about the Land Temple Farm. The incident that happened in his studio yesterday has also made him take it very seriously.

Chen Shilong was somewhat surprised by Wu Xian's arrival.

"Oh, Master Wu, what brings you here?" Chen Shilong stood up to greet him. "Please sit down, please sit down."

"What do you think about what happened in the art studio yesterday?" Wu Xian's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Don't worry, I've already sent people to investigate," Chen Shilong said, slightly taken aback, clearly sensing something was amiss. "We will definitely give the public a satisfactory explanation later."

Wu Xian remained silent.

Seeing this, Chen Shilong pondered for a moment before speaking, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I guess so," Wu Xian said, no longer hiding anything. "I went to the crematorium last night and discovered some unexpected information."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shilong's body trembled, and his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand," Wu Xian said quietly. "The reason I didn't come with such a large entourage is because of my recognition and trust in the mayor."

Therefore, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation.

Chen Shilong's expression was complicated, finally turning into a helpless sigh, "Speaking of which, how did you discover that there was a problem with the crematorium?"

"It's a coincidence, I suppose." Wu Xian didn't reveal anything about Yu Boling.

“Very well,” Chen Shilong sighed with a wry smile and slowly stood up. “Since that’s the case, it’s time to have a frank discussion with Master Wu about many things. You guessed right, the evil scroll painters who are currently active around Yaoyang City are indeed related to me.”

(End of this chapter)