Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 277 Clear Mind

The streets of Jinshi were deserted on a rainy night. A black Ford drove over the puddles, splashing up two fan-shaped sprays of water.

After the car turned into the French Concession, the road surface changed abruptly.

The gravel road has been transformed into a smooth asphalt road, and the streetlights have been replaced with neatly arranged electric lights, one every twenty steps, casting clusters of milky white light in the rain.

These days, the environment in the concessions is far better than that in the Chinese-controlled areas.

Let alone the wealthy, even small business owners with a little bit of savings would fight tooth and nail to get a house in the concession.

Wang Zhonghe was no exception; his home was located in the French Concession.

The Ford stopped across from a detached villa.

Chen Mo leaned back in the driver's seat, looking through the car window at the small red brick building across the street.

A standard detached house in the French Concession, two stories with an attic, with ivy climbing halfway up the red brick walls.

The main entrance is a cast-iron carved gate, with a copper lamp hanging in the porch.

The courtyard wall is not high, and rose vines climb the iron fence, which are very well maintained.

The windows on the first floor were covered with thick curtains, and the three windows on the second floor were all dark, showing no signs of human activity.

With a thought, Chen Mo silently spread out his divine sense.

In the east wing room on the first floor, a powerful surge of energy was particularly noticeable, its breath long and heavy, like lead.

It's completely different from the subtle flow of ordinary people.

Copper skin and iron body.

His brow twitched slightly.

The driver who reached the Copper Skin Realm actually stayed at the Wang family's house that night as well.

He knew this driver; he had seen him a few times at the bureau when he was at work.

I just didn't expect it to be 24-hour close protection.

Only the four major families have the resources to make such a large-scale investment.

After all, a master of the Copper Skin Realm would be considered a mid-level member of the Zhenyi Division, and would not deign to serve as a bodyguard.

Li Zhong from Fatty's family has only just reached the edge of this realm.

"We still need to be careful."

Chen Mo muttered to himself, his facial skin began to twitch, and he finally managed to put on the face of a middle-aged man before reaching out to open the car door.

Raindrops hit my face, and the streets were deserted in the dead of night.

A few whistles could be faintly heard coming from the direction of the police station in the distance.

Chen Mo walked to the outside of the courtyard wall of the detached building, walked half a circle along the iron fence, and came to the east side of the building.

His divine sense remained constantly extended, locking onto the thick mass of qi and blood within the ear chamber.

The bedroom window on the second floor is a French-style double-opening wooden frame window with a crescent lock inside.

He slightly circulated his cultivation technique, and a wisp of magical power emerged from his fingertips, silently prying open the crescent lock from within.

The window opened by itself when no one was there.

He flipped over and leaped onto the windowsill, landing on the bedroom floor without making a sound.

The bedroom was filled with the scent of French perfume.

On the mahogany bed, Wang Zhonghe was fast asleep, wrapped in a silk quilt, with a half-finished glass of red wine on the bedside table.

"That grandson knows how to enjoy life."

Chen Mo stood by the bed and glanced down at him.

Director Wang is fair-skinned and plump, with a fair amount of flesh on his face, but not as fleshy as Li Jinrong's.

His cultivation level is rather low, only at the level of Qi and Blood being like mercury. He was able to sit in the position of Director of the Eastern District Inspection Bureau, probably because of his connections with the Wang family.

He extended his right hand and flicked out two strands of magical power, which were respectively injected into Wang Zhonghe's brow and chest, locking up the man's blood and consciousness.

Wang Zhonghe's snoring stopped abruptly, and he turned into a puddle of mud.

Chen Mo then lifted the other person by the back of the neck with one hand, pulled a coat from the wardrobe, and wrapped it around the other person.

It's really an eyesore to see a grown man sleeping naked.

The window was closed again, and the crescent lock was put back in place using magic.

When going downstairs, Chen Mo deliberately avoided the direction of the east side room, and carried him over the courtyard wall. The whole process took less than a minute.

The car started, the tires slipped on the asphalt road, and it quickly drove away from the French Concession.

The car headlights cut through the rain as it drove towards the Haihe River.

There was an abandoned warehouse there, with no houses within two miles, making it a good location according to feng shui principles.

Ten minutes later, Chen Mo parked the car at the warehouse entrance and dragged Wang Zhonghe into the warehouse with one hand.

This place has been abandoned for quite some time; it's completely empty, and everything has been moved out long ago.

Rainwater leaked in through the broken skylight, dripping onto the ground.

Chen Mo threw Wang Zhonghe on the ground, took out a rope from his storage space, and quickly tied him up securely.

After doing all this, he took two steps back and flicked out a wisp of magic to remove the restriction on the other party's head.

Two breaths later, Wang Zhonghe opened his eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, he realized that he was lying on the ground with his cheek pressed against the cold ground.

Just as I was about to move, I realized that I was tied up like a rice dumpling, wrapped in a coat, with nothing underneath.

"Who? Who is it?"

His voice trembled slightly, but he still forced a bureaucratic air, "Do you know who I am? Kidnapping me is a capital offense."

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"Director Wang, at a time like this, we'd better stop pretending."

Chen Mo's voice came from the darkness, his tone no different from usual.

Wang Zhonghe's pupils constricted sharply as he recognized the voice. "Chen Mo? It's you!"

"What are you doing here? Why did you tie me up?"

"You're from the Inspection Bureau, and I'm your superior. This is insubordination, according to the bureau's rules."

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"What would happen according to the bureau's rules?" Chen Mo asked with a cold smile.

His footsteps slowly approached in the darkness.

Wang Zhonghe's mouth was slightly open, but before he could answer, he heard Chen Mo's voice again.

"Director Wang, when you were making things difficult for me at the bureau, why didn't you follow the bureau's rules?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp whistling sound rang out.

Snapped!

Wang Zhonghe felt as if a red-hot iron bar had struck his back. The fabric of his coat tore open, and a searing pain instantly pierced his skin.

He convulsed, his whole body arched like a shrimp, and he let out a distorted scream.

"You...you dare hit me?!"

He turned his head, staring wide-eyed at the blurry silhouette in the darkness, his voice a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"I am the director of the East District Inspection Bureau! I'm a member of the Wang family!"

"If you dare lay a finger on me, someone will skin you alive tomorrow, and then you won't even know where you're going to die..."

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Snapped!

The second blow landed on his shoulder, even harder than the first.

After the hemp rope was infused with magic, it became as hard as a steel bar. When it hit, it didn't just cause superficial injuries, but a dull pain that even shook the bones.

Wang Zhonghe's shoulder felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and his entire arm went numb.

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat and turned into a muffled groan.

"Skin me alive?" Chen Mo's tone remained indifferent. "Director Wang, you've got one thing wrong."

"Now I'm the one skinning you alive."

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

The hemp rope struck again and again, each strike precisely through the coat, hitting the thickest part of the skin and flesh. It didn't hurt the bones or tendons, but the pain was excruciating.

Wang Zhonghe rolled and struggled on the ground, the hemp rope binding him tightly, he couldn't even dodge, he could only endure it.

"Stop! You're insane! You're insane..."

'

Snapped!

"Ah, Chen Mo! I'll fuck your ancestors! You just wait, you just wait..."

'

Snapped!Snapped!

"Stop! Stop! Don't hit me..."

'

Snapped!

"Waaah... Stop hitting me... Please..."

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From threatening to begging for mercy, it only took a little effort.

Wang Zhonghe curled up on the ground, trembling like a leaf, his calves exposed under his coat covered with purplish-red welts.

Tears and snot clung to his face, and his previous air of composure was completely shattered.

Chen Mo stopped what he was doing, tapped the end of the rope on the ground to shake off the few drops of blood that were stuck to it.

"Are you awake now?"

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his whole body trembling with pain. "I'm...awake..."

"It's good that you're awake now."

Chen Mo squatted down and used the end of the rope to lift Wang Zhonghe's chin, forcing him to look up at him.

In the darkness, Wang Zhonghe could only barely make out a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light.

"Director Wang, you now have two paths to take."

"First, obediently release your divine sense so I can extract your soul."

From now on, if I tell you to go east, don't go west.

"If you are obedient, I will not treat you badly. I will spare your life, and you can eat and drink as you please. You can still be the bureau chief."

"Of course, after the soul is extracted, the person will be weak for a period of time, but at least their life can be saved."

"Second..." Chen Mo glanced at the dark Haihe River outside the warehouse, where raindrops pattered on the surface. "Let's go into the Haihe River to feed the fish now."

"You choose for yourself."

These words shattered Wang Zhonghe's expression, leaving him ashen-faced.

He had heard of soul extraction before, but he never thought it would happen to him.

"Once my soul is bound to yours, I am your slave."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do then. If you want me dead, I won't even be able to struggle. You've got a good plan."

His voice rose several decibels, his body trembling violently, "And this is a forbidden technique! If the Bureau of Strange Things finds out, you'll be sentenced to death."

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"So what if they know? As long as those few patrolmen can't use their abilities, what can ordinary people do to me?"

"You think I'm as useless as you?"

Before Chen Mo could finish speaking, his aura had already changed.

The oppressive aura of the Condensing Fiend Realm was no longer concealed, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them.

Mixed with that dragon's might, the air in the entire warehouse seemed to have been half sucked away, becoming extremely heavy.

A rat that had just poked its head out from the corner let out a miserable cry, its limbs stiffened, and it collapsed straight against the wall.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he never moved again.

Under this pressure, Wang Zhonghe's pupils dilated to their limit, and the blood vessels on the surface of his eyeballs burst instantly, turning the whites of his eyes into a cloudy red.

Even with cultivation levels as high as mercury, such cultivation was utterly powerless against an aura as imposing as a mountain.

Not to mention that his qi and blood were blocked at this time, making it impossible for him to circulate.

"Stop...you...this...is..."

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His mouth was wide open, and a series of intermittent gasps came from his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What bothered him most was that the pressure emanating from Chen Mo was constantly increasing, like waves rising one after another.

The darkness in the warehouse began to twist.

The aura of the Condensing Fiend Realm surged continuously from Chen Mo's body. The fiend energy that had been suppressed for too long seemed to have found an outlet and poured out wildly.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the water on the ground froze into ice at a visible speed.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ice, extending all the way to Wang Zhonghe's cheek.

Half of his face was pressed against the ice, his skin turning purple from the cold, but compared to the suffocating feeling in his chest that felt like it was being crushed, the cold was nothing.

The air was as thick as water, and each breath required three times the effort of usual.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Under Wang Zhonghe's horrified gaze, the darkness surrounding Chen Mo rippled in the air, rhythmically contracting and expanding with the frequency of his breathing.

Suddenly, the darkness paused, and his gaze froze.

The next moment, Chen Mo suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with intense light.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is—"

He suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filled with joy.

The long-standing problem of integrating malevolent energy has surprisingly been solved at this moment.

When he no longer suppresses his murderous intent, no longer calculates gains and losses, and no longer cares about his identity and consequences.

The invisible barrier that had always been between the Yin energy and the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha actually melted away considerably under the influence of violent emotions.

"Good! Good! Good! So my state of mind has such a great influence on spiritual practice..."

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Wang Zhonghe's eyes widened as he saw a scene he would never forget: the shadow was alive.

What kind of evil magic is this?

They spread slowly in the air like ink, constantly spreading outwards from Chen Mo's body, layer by layer.

Where darkness swept by, the moss on the ground withered and curled up instantly, and water droplets condensed into ice beads in mid-air, tinkling and falling to the ground.

Wang Zhonghe's teeth chattered incessantly, whether from the cold or fear, he couldn't tell.

Chen Mo's laughter continued, and the darkness surrounding him grew even thicker.

Wang Zhonghe can no longer hear the laughter.

His eardrums had reached their limit under the pressure, and all he could hear was a continuous, sharp ringing.

The lack of oxygen caused his brain to become confused, and his bladder and sphincter muscles simultaneously lost control.

A warm liquid gushed out of his body, but was quickly frozen into ice by the baleful aura.

"Indeed, those who cultivate themselves emphasize the clarity of their thoughts..."

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Chen Mo, regaining his senses, twitched his nose, glanced down at the water stains beneath Wang Zhonghe, and then shifted his gaze to the rat lying limply in the corner of the warehouse.

The blood foam at the corner of the rat's mouth had congealed into a dark red color, and its chest was not rising or falling, so it looked like it had been dead for a while.

"cough...

.cough..

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Wang Zhonghe coughed violently, his ears ringing, and he couldn't hear what Chen Mo was saying at all.

He only vaguely sensed that the laughter had stopped, and the oppressive feeling that made him feel like he was dying also dissipated.

At this moment, he was completely exhausted and could only lie on the ground panting heavily, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Chen Mo took two steps forward, lifted his face off the ground, and made those unfocused eyes face his face.

"Dear Director Wang."

"What have you thought about what I just mentioned?"

This time, Wang Zhonghe didn't hesitate at all. His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out two words from his throat.

"I... will hand it over."

"clever."