A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The hospital's underground parking garage.

The police lights illuminated the entire space with flashing lights.

The red and blue light fell on the cement pillar and was reflected back by the water on the ground.

Like a silent bloodbath.

Xuan Qingzi's black minivan was parked at the very back of the second basement level.

The car doors were wide open.

The driver was slumped over the steering wheel.

The two apprentices fell outside the car.

They are all still alive.

He was just unconscious.

Xuan Qingzi, however, died in the back seat.

When Lin Wanqing arrived, the forensic doctor was already conducting a preliminary examination next to the car.

"What's the situation now?"

The forensic doctor looked up, his expression more solemn than usual.

"The deceased was Xuan Qingzi."

"There are no obvious external injuries visible on the body surface."

"No knife wounds."

"No gunshot wounds."

"There are no marks from the straps."

"There were no obvious signs of poisoning."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Time of death?"

"Based on preliminary assessment, it will not exceed half an hour."

The forensic doctor paused, then looked into the car.

"But his condition is strange."

Lin Wanqing took a step closer.

Xuan Qingzi, who was in the car, had a pale face.

His eyes were wide open.

Mouth slightly open.

It was as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

His body showed no signs of bleeding or violent struggle.

But he looked deflated.

It's not that I'm thin.

Instead, it felt like something had been emptied out of my bones.

The skin is attached to the skeleton.

Sunken eye sockets.

His fingers were curled up, and his fingernails were full of black ash.

Chen Bufan stood outside the car door, looking at Xuan Qingzi's corpse.

He didn't speak.

Lin Wanqing glanced at him.

Does it match what I heard on the phone?

Chen Bufan said:

"It matches."

"The man in the black hat?"

"Um."

"A death sentence?"

"Um."

Lin Wanqing said in a deep voice:

"No man in the black hat was found at the scene."

"The underground parking garage surveillance camera went black three minutes before you received the call."

"The black screen lasted for nine minutes and seventeen seconds."

"After the recovery, Xuan Qingzi was already dead."

Nine minutes.

That night at the Nameless Club, when Lu Changsheng left, the backyard surveillance camera went black for nine seconds.

Now that Xuan Qingzi is dead, the surveillance screen is black for nine minutes and seventeen seconds.

They are not at the same level.

But the methods are very similar.

All of these were preemptive cut-offs of records from the living world.

To render real evidence meaningless.

Lin Wanqing asked:

"What kind of tactic is this?"

Chen Bufan looked at Xuan Qingzi's brow.

There were no wounds there.

However, there is a very faint black mark.

Like the mark left by a copper coin.

"Death-Destroying Technique"

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bufan said:

"It's not about killing the body."

"It's a life-extinguishing lamp."

The forensic doctor's brow twitched upon hearing this.

Lin Wanqing did not interrupt.

Chen Bufan continued:

"As long as a person is alive, there is a guiding light."

"Once the life lamp goes out, the physical body naturally cannot withstand it."

"That's why you can't find any obvious external injuries."

"Because what was truly destroyed was not his organs."

"It's his fate."

Several police officers at the scene felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this.

The forensic doctor opened his mouth, but ultimately did not refute it.

Because Xuan Qingzi's death was indeed unlike a normal death.

There was no blood loss.

There was no suffocation.

There was no poisoning.

There were no typical symptoms of a sudden heart attack.

But the person is dead.

Like being drained dry.

Lin Wanqing looked at Xuan Qingzi's corpse, her voice lowering slightly.

"Did you change your fate gate?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"The abandoned outposts have been exposed, and they've started clearing them out."

Lin Wanqing was silent for a second.

"Xuan Qingzi deserves to die."

Chen Bufan said:

"He deserves to die."

He looked at Xuan Qingzi's ashen face and spoke coldly.

"The Qin family's Seven Killings Formation, the Song family's Yin Marriage Chain, Xuanqing Culture's Eight Characters Analysis, finding the destiny of the wealthy."

"These things are enough to kill him several times over."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"But he shouldn't die now."

"right."

Chen Bufan continued.

"If he's alive, he can expose many people."

"The Song family."

"Cultivating virtue and etiquette."

"Xuanqing Culture"

"Longevity Foundation"

"There is also a fragment of the 'Life Talisman Classic'."

"Now that he's dead, many threads will break."

Lin Wanqing clenched her fists.

"Arrogant. Unscrupulous. Cruel. Cold-blooded."

She knows this best.

The dead cannot speak.

Xuan Qingzi is not the person at the very top.

But he must be a key middle layer.

He knew the buyer.

Know the warlock.

Know about the financial chain.

Knowing how to change one's fate allows one to connect with wealthy people.

They might even know clues about the traitors in the Chen family.

Now, the "life-changing secret" has gotten ahead of the police and sealed his mouth forever.

This is more ruthless than simply killing someone.

This is the clearing-out process.

The forensic doctor suddenly spoke:

"Team Leader Lin."

"There was something in the deceased's right hand."

Lin Wanqing immediately looked over.

Xuan Qingzi's right hand was clenched tightly.

My fingers are stiff and I can't pry them open no matter what I do.

Chen Bufan stepped forward.

"Don't force it."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

Chen Bufan reached out and pressed down on Xuan Qingzi's wrist.

With just one touch, his eyes flickered slightly.

Xuan Qingzi did not possess any evidence.

It's the aura of someone with a broken life.

What did he grasp before he died?

But that thing is no longer there.

Chen Bufan pressed an old copper coin onto the back of Xuan Qingzi's hand.

"open."

Xuan Qingzi's stiff fingers gradually loosened.

In the palm of his hand, there was only a small clump of black ash.

Mixed with a bit of copper rust, it was blackish-gray.

Lin Wanqing immediately had someone collect evidence.

"Sealed up".

Chen Bufan looked at the rust.

"Left behind the money meant to end one's life."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Will I be able to win her over?"

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"The other party is very cautious."

"The life-severing money left no trace of its original essence."

"The only certainty is that it's an inner sect technique of the Life-Changing Gate."

Lin Wanqing was puzzled.

"Inner Gate?"

"Xuan Qingzi is just an outsider."

Chen Bufan said.

"The person who killed him was far superior to Xuan Qingzi."

"Even taller than Xuanmingzi."

Lin Wanqing recalled the last unfamiliar male voice on the phone.

—The next person to take your life.

He also threatened you.

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"normal."

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"You're so calm."

Chen Bufan looked at Xuan Qingzi's corpse.

"From the moment I started investigating and altering my destiny, they were bound to come sooner or later."

He paused.

"I just didn't expect it to come so quickly."

"Perhaps this was part of their plan."

Just then, a technician ran over from not far away.

"Captain Lin, Xuan Qingzi's spare phone has been found."

"The last call was to Mr. Chen."

"The next call was to a number that wasn't registered under a real name."

Lin Wanqing's eyes flickered.

"Lu Changsheng?"

The technician said:

"The number is being checked."

"But the call was very short."

"Only twenty-seven seconds."

Chen Bufan said:

He begged Lu Changsheng to save him.

Lin Wanqing turned her head.

"Lu Changsheng is beyond saving."

"Um."

Why?

Chen Bufan did not answer immediately.

He recalled Xuan Qingzi's last words.

—Lu Changsheng is not the young master!

—He is…

The second half of the sentence is missing.

Lin Wanqing had also thought of that.

She lowered her voice:

"Xuan Qingzi said that Lu Changsheng is not the young master."

Chen Bufan looked at the lingering black smoke on the car window.

"Um."

"Then what is he?"

Chen Bufan remained silent.

This time, he had no answer.

Lu Changsheng is not the young master of the Fate-Changing Sect.

So what is he?

Sect Master?

A certain generation achieves immortality?

A "container" pieced together by countless destinies?

Or is it something more special than the so-called young master?

Chen Bufan recalled that night at the Nameless Club.

Behind Lu Changsheng, countless life shadows swarmed.

elder.

child.

woman.

patient.

Worker.

student.

Countless lifelines were tied to his body.

The Record of Destiny cannot reveal his fate.

Because he is not a complete person at all.

If Lu Changsheng is not the young master, then his position in the Fate-Changing Gate is probably deeper than imagined.

He might even be the result of a forbidden technique that alters one's destiny.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chen Bufan's expression.

"What came to your mind?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Lu Changsheng's identity is more complicated than we thought."

"He doesn't seem like an heir."

"More like..."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Like what?"

Chen Bufan looked at Xuan Qingzi's corpse, his voice very low.

"Like something that has been offered up."

Lin Wanqing felt a chill in her heart.

"people?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

Because he can't be sure right now either.

Just then, another officer suddenly shouted:

"Team Leader Lin!"

"There are words on the wall behind the car!"

Everyone immediately turned around.

Behind the van was a gray cement pillar.

It was blocked by the car body, so no one noticed.

Now that the car door is fully open, you can see a line of black characters on the back of the cement pillar.

No.

It wasn't written.

It looks like it was burned with something.

The handwriting was charred black.

There were faint traces of smoke on the edges.

Four words.

Don't investigate immortality.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Lin Wanqing's face was icy cold.

"Photograph."

"sampling."

"Seal off the surrounding area."

The technician immediately stepped forward.

Chen Bufan stood in front of that line of text.

Don't investigate immortality.

It's not about checking or altering one's fate.

It's not that Lu Changsheng should be investigated.

Instead, don't search for "immortality".

These two words have so many meanings.

Changsheng Foundation.

Lu Changsheng.

Changing one's destiny is the title of "longevity" throughout history.

And then there's that longevity technique built from countless destinies.

Chen Bufan suddenly smiled.

Lin Wanqing looked at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Bufan said:

"They were scared."

Lin Wanqing was taken aback.

Chen Bufan looked at those four words.

"The warning is because we're afraid people will continue to investigate."

"They silenced them because they were afraid the dead would speak."

"The more they do this..."

"The more you explain, the more you realize that there is something truly special hidden behind the words 'longevity'."

Lin Wanqing said in a deep voice:

"Then investigate."

Chen Bufan turned to look at her.

Lin Wanqing stared at the charred words, her voice calm and firm:

"Xuan Qingzi is dead."

"Xuanmingzi is still alive."

"The Song family case hasn't been tried yet."

"The legacy of Mingde etiquette and Xuanqing culture remains."

"Meng Yun, Su Man, Xu Yao, and those girls on the list, they weren't murdered for nothing."

She looked at Chen Bufan.

"You're investigating my fate."

"I'm looking into someone."

"This connection cannot be broken."

Chen Bufan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good."

He looked at those four words again.

Don't investigate immortality.

It has too many meanings, but he can't sort out these thoughts yet.

The police lights were still flashing in the underground parking garage.

Xuan Qingzi's body was carried onto a stretcher.

A white cloth covered his face.

This man, once revered as a master by countless wealthy individuals and adored by fans, who used the name of Taoism to amass wealth and murder, ultimately died like a dog abandoned by its master.

There was no funeral.

There is no dignity.

No disciples were there to see him off in his final days.

Only one life lamp remained, completely extinguished.

Chen Bufan raised his hand, and the old copper coin twirled gently in his palm.

His voice was so low that only he could hear it.

"Don't investigate immortality?"

"Immortality".

"Then I'll investigate anyway."