The Law of Heaven

Chapter 45 Still Needs to Find a Rich Woman
The clock on the terrace was frozen at 12:15. Aihara and Fushiko faced each other in silence, like chess players confronting each other on a chessboard. In front of them was an ancient parchment scroll, like a devil's pact.

After a long while, Aihara raised his eyes, his gaze cold.

"I still don't believe you."

Fu Wanghu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with dark circles, and he screamed hysterically like a ghost: "I've even brought out the Blood Pact, what more do you want? Let's just sign the contract, isn't that enough?"

Aihara held up two fingers: "First, how do I know if this blood pact is real or fake? What if you just give me a piece of paper to fool me? Second, how do I know if I'm in your illusion? What if you're playing me?"
Have you seen Bleach? Aizen's Kyoka Suigetsu—the main characters were completely hypnotized and trapped in the genjutsu before they even knew when he activated his ability.

Fu Wanghu was on the verge of collapse, grabbing his hair with both hands and saying fiercely, "You fucking... fine, fine, I'm not angry, let's take it one step at a time. First, you try to see if you can destroy this parchment."

Aihara hesitated for a second, then grabbed the parchment and tried to tear it in half, but he actually couldn't.

"Huh?"

He bit and pulled, using all his strength.

The sheepskin roll remained completely still.

Fu Wanghu coldly watched his performance: "Don't waste your energy. What do you think the Blood Pact is? This thing has a history, originating from an ancient legend."

Legend has it that in ancient times, a shameless betrayal occurred. Based on that betrayal, someone built a magnificent civilization. But that person was cursed, forever forbidden to lie, or they would go mad and die. After their death, their descendants skinned them and created a blood pact. Those who sign the pact must keep their word.

As Aihara listened to the story, he silently released his grip on the parchment scroll, remaining silent for a moment before asking, "Were you talking about the history of the immortal race? This blood pact isn't on parchment? Do curses even exist in this world?"

He suddenly felt nauseous.

"Curse-type abilities are not uncommon, but to say that this level of interference with the rules is beyond human capability. As for whether this is part of the history of the immortal race, I'm not entirely sure. The ancient immortal race was generally stronger than it is now, and quite a few of them reached the highest level. Anything strange and wonderful could happen."

Fu Wanghu pointed to the sheepskin scroll in his hand: "This is indeed sheepskin. After a sheep eats an invalid contract, it will obtain a new contract by peeling off its skin."

"Is that so?"

Aihara nodded slightly: "What you said makes perfect sense, and it doesn't seem like you're trying to fool me, but..."

"Can you please stop with the 'buts'? ​​If I could control your consciousness and make you reveal your secrets, why would I go through all this trouble? You also have mental abilities; if I were to truly invade your mind, wouldn't you sense it?"

Fu Wanghu collapsed, covering his face: "I have no reason to do this. I can tell the difference between being full at one meal and being full at another. If I manipulate you and cause something to happen to you, then my only way to survive will be cut off, right? To be honest, I'm afraid you'll betray me. If those old fogies find out that I'm after the serum, they'll probably cause a huge uproar."

Aihara seemed to understand something: "That makes sense."

Fu Wanghu said earnestly, "Furthermore, teaching you the Perfection Technique is not a loss for me. Over the years, no one has dared to learn my Perfection Technique. If you can really learn it, it will fulfill one of my wishes."

Aihara nodded again: "That makes sense."

Fu Wanghu patiently persuaded him: "In the end, I have no reason to harm you, right? My reputation isn't very good, so I'm reflecting on it now. Those who follow the righteous path receive much help, while those who stray from it receive little. I need to make as many friends as possible..."

"stop!"

Aihara waved his hand: "I'm not your friend. If you get into any trouble in the future, don't you dare implicate me."

Fu Wanghu, his face dark, muttered listlessly, "Fine, you're really damn cautious."

He took out a pen and wrote the contents of the contract on the parchment scroll. His handwriting was crooked and a bit ugly.

The general content of the Blood Pact is similar to that of a contract.

Party A's original intention was to solve the pollution problem for Fuwanghu and must provide substantial assistance.

The second party, Fu Wanghu, will teach Xiangyuan his complete and perfect technique without any reservations.

Both parties cooperate based on the principle of good faith.

The details of the collaboration must not be disclosed.

Fu Wanghu bit his finger and pressed it onto the parchment scroll.

Aihara also bit his finger and pressed it onto the parchment scroll.

For a moment.

A roar resounded deep within their consciousness.

Both sides felt as if they had fallen into an abyss, as if they saw a bloody, mangled face emerge from the darkness, its bloodshot eyes staring at them with malice.

In the endless abyss, Aihara and Fukuro stiffly turned their heads to look at each other, each seeing themselves reflected in the other's eyes.

I don’t know how long it took.

Aihara suddenly realized what was happening, his back covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it, every time I sign a blood pact, I have to go through this damn thing. Can you feel it? The aura of that weird thing is definitely not something I can create."

Fu Wanghu was also covered in cold sweat. He took a big gulp of cola and complained, "That's really creepy."

The blood pact on the table was dripping with blood.

shocking.

Aihara believed it this time.

The strange thing gave him an extremely eerie feeling.

It's somewhat similar to the oppressive feeling of the laws of nature.

But it doesn't quite look like it.

In short, if Fu Wanghu could create this thing, he would definitely not be willing to be a criminal.

Given Fu Wanghu's temperament, he would have to send all the old folks from the five major families to Chaoxin Park to dance in the square, and twist the head off anyone who tried to beat the beat or missed the beat.

"Alright, stop keeping me in suspense."

Fu Wanghu curled his lip: "You have the serum?"

Aihara exhaled a breath of stale air and said calmly, "Yes, it was left to me by my second uncle. It's a bottle of sealed, pale gold serum. I'm honest and trustworthy."

He then mentioned some experimental data.

Without exception, all of them came from the materials given to him by Senior Sister Jiang.

The reason he said it was his second uncle who gave him the serum was because he didn't want to expose the existence of the Ghost-Faced Clown. That identity was still useful; he couldn't let his disguise fall.

Upon hearing this, Fu Wanghu's eyes lit up with eagerness, and his voice became hoarse: "You didn't bring it with you, did you?"

Aihara shrugged: "If I carried the serum with me, do you think I'd still be here?"

Fu Wanghu was pleased with his caution. He leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "That makes sense, you're cautious enough. In that case, don't keep it to yourself. Tell me about the trouble you've encountered, and I'll help you solve it quickly."

Aihara was displeased: "What about my Perfection Technique?"

Fu Wanghu rolled his eyes: "Haste makes waste. You won't learn it anytime soon. I'll definitely need to use my Perfection Technique to help you solve the problem. You might as well take a look at the seller's photos first to get a basic understanding of it. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be scared."

Aihara paused for a moment: "What a show-off."

He was organizing his thoughts in his mind. A lot had happened recently, and the part about the Mirage had to be kept secret, including his second identity.

Fu Wanghu, however, was a little impatient and said irritably, "Your little thing is nothing, who cares? Let me guess, it's probably because of Xiang Chaonan, right?"

Aihara raised his eyes and was slightly taken aback.

"You were actually targeted from the very first day you joined the company. You were just a student before, with a background as clean as paper, so it can only be because of your uncle."

Fu Wanghu crossed his legs and said calmly, "Xiang Chaonan was a smooth operator, but he wasn't entirely without fault. His death must be suspicious. Xiang Chaonan had been in this city for decades without joining any faction, while you became a hunter. Why don't you guess what the mastermind thinks when he sees you here?"

Aihara narrowed his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "He'll think I'm here to investigate a case, so he wants to get rid of me. At the very least, he'll want to keep me under his control."

Fu Wanghu sneered, "Although Chief Inspector Yu Ge will protect you, his personal abilities are not enough to completely intimidate the higher-ups of the five major families. Jiang Wanwu is indeed very well-connected, but her elders are currently very disappointed in her and would not stand up for you to help her."

Rather, the Jiang family would also see you as a problem. At this critical juncture, no one would use resources to protect a criminal suspect; it would be tantamount to inviting trouble.

But starting with the Jiang family is indeed a good opportunity. As long as you can clear your name and demonstrate your true value, you can gain protection.

Aihara agreed with his statement, saying that his best course of action now would be to obtain public protection from the five major families and gain sufficient exposure and recognition before he could resolve these troubles.

Jiang Wanwu's appearance was indeed an opportunity.

In the end, I still ended up on this path.

Aihara sighed helplessly.

“In the past, you would hardly have had any opportunities to show yourself. But things are different now. Chairman Ruan is dying, and the struggle for succession has been going on for some time.”

Fu Wanghu sneered, "This is the time of transition between the old and the new. The Jiang family is also going through turmoil. You have many opportunities to prove that you are a golden son-in-law, not a live-in son-in-law."

Aihara tapped his index finger on the table and said, seemingly unintentionally, "But I also need to clear my name and at least be free, otherwise I can't get the serum."

He paused for a moment, then said meaningfully, "According to the intelligence I have received, the one behind the scenes targeting me is the hidden Sixth Bureau, also known as the Shadow Department."

A strange light flashed in Fu Wanghu's eyes.

"Shadow Department?"

He licked his pale lips, his smile strange and sinister: "Interesting. If it's the Shadow Department, it's just a few people..."

Aihara asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Fu Wanghu shrugged: "In principle, there's nothing I can do, because in my current situation, if I continue to abuse my abilities, I'll fall into the trap of becoming a Dead Apostle. But since the serum is in your hands, I can also be without principles."

Don't be surprised whatever you see later. Just act like nothing happened, and don't give me away.

After saying that, he snapped his fingers.

boom.

The illusion collapsed.

Aihara seemed to wake up from a nightmare. The cool wind and rain swept over him, making his mind much clearer.

Fu Wanghu was nowhere to be seen at the table. Perhaps he had already left when he cast the illusion. After all, both of them were criminal suspects, and avoiding suspicion was an essential step. They couldn't let anyone discover that the two of them were in cahoots.

The Blood Pact appeared in his pocket, as if it had been stuffed in, with half of it sticking out.

"Nima!"

Aihara quickly stuffed the parchment scroll into his pocket.

"I think I just saw Mr. Fu."

Jiang Wanwu walked over gracefully, carrying two cups of Hong Kong-style milk tea. It has to be said that her long, fair legs were indeed eye-catching, with smooth and delicate lines and a skin as smooth as mutton fat.

It would look even better if you wore stockings.

"Do you know?"

She plopped down next to me and crossed her legs.

Aihara caught a whiff of the warm fragrance emanating from her hair and coughed lightly, "We've met once before, haven't we?"

"Then you should stay away from him."

Jiang Wanwu frowned and pushed the milk tea towards him: "You're such a pure child, don't let him drag you down."

Just as Aihara was about to say something, he heard an angry voice ring out in his ear.

"I bother!"

Fu Wanghu emerged from the rain like a ghost, appearing as if he had been rejuvenated and transformed into a little boy, cursing angrily.

"Just because I'm dirty doesn't mean he's pure! This kid is obviously cunning, are you blind?"

Jiang Wanwu, however, could not hear his cursing at all.

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