Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"Next time this happens, just take out the leader."

Watching the flock of sheep being loaded onto the back of the inspection bureau's truck, Chen Mo said something to the three of them indifferently.

"A dignified inspection bureau being threatened by a few low-level thugs? How will our Third Team ever face anyone if word gets out?"

After he finished speaking, he dusted off his hands, speaking casually, as if he didn't care about killing a few people.

The two logistics personnel carrying the body glanced at him and quickened their pace unconsciously.

Zhao Shouxin stood beside the truck, listening in a daze.

He glanced furtively at Fang Yingxia, then at Qian Mantang, and seeing that neither of them responded, he wisely kept quiet.

"The Chang Le Gang won't let this go." Fang

Yingxia glanced at Zhou Debiao's corpse, her voice filled with worry. "Although he was a nobody, he was backed by Shen Wanchuan, the leader of the Chang Le Gang..."

"I know," Chen Mo interrupted her. "Shen Wanchuan, the big boss of the Chang Le Gang, and one of the vice presidents of the Chamber of Commerce."

Fang Yingxia was stunned for a moment. "You knew all along, yet you still killed this person?"

"Should we just let them take the sheep away instead of killing them?"

"You should have just pretended you didn't see it from the beginning."

Chen Mo put his hands back into his pockets. "Since we've already brought this up, let's go all the way. Otherwise, how will we maintain our position in the investigation bureau?"

Zhao Shouxin listened from the side, nodding repeatedly with an expression of "I understand now."

Qian Mantang leaned against the truck door, smoking a cigarette, without saying a word.

Fang Yingxia remained silent for a few seconds, still somewhat hesitant. "But what about those big bosses in the chamber of commerce..."

"Have the higher-ups to worry about it, why are you thinking so much?"

Chen Mo waved his hand, his voice tinged with impatience, "Director Zhou is so free, it's good to give him something to do. He spends all day drinking tea and reading newspapers in the office, he should stretch his legs a bit."

"Let's go."

He gestured with his chin toward the truck. "Go see how logistics are recovering the people. I haven't seen it before."

That's true.

He had only seen records of animal creation in the archives; this was the first time he had actually witnessed it with his own eyes.

"I'll go too."

Fang Yingxia waved to Qian Mantang and Zhao Shouxin.

The four men climbed onto the back of the truck and squeezed in with the herd of black goats.

The sheep were very quiet.

With no shepherd around, the twenty-seven sheep huddled together in the carriage, not a single one bleating.

One of the smaller ones kept trying to squeeze into Chen Mo's arms, but he pushed it away several times before it calmed down.

It was already getting dark when the truck bumped its way into the backyard of the inspection bureau.

The backyard was originally a parking lot, but the logistics department thought it was a waste, so they built several rows of low walls and fences to separate it.

When Chen Mo first returned to this place, his nose twitched as he got out of the car. There was a burnt smell in the air, mixed with the bitter, fishy smell of an old Chinese medicine shop.

"This way."

Fang Yingxia led the way, passing a neatly stacked pile of hay, and pointed to the innermost room.

A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white coat and round-framed glasses, with messy hair, came up to greet us.

Behind him were three logistics helpers, all wearing aprons and rubber gloves, pushing a cart full of bottles and jars.

The middle-aged man glanced at the sheep on the vehicle, then at Chen Mo and the others, and frowned.

Which team?

"Team Three."

Fang Yingxia flashed her token. "Thank you for your help with the case of animal creation."

The middle-aged man's expression immediately changed. He stopped asking questions, turned around, and pushed open the iron gate of the bungalow.

Inside was a large, empty room with a stark white light. A thick layer of oilcloth covered the floor, and several iron beds were placed against the wall.

"Bring the sheep in," the middle-aged man said, putting on his gloves. "How many?"

"Twenty-seven," Fang Yingxia replied.

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The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

"Twenty-seven? Animal breeding techniques?"

Fang Yingxia nodded.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything more, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

He waved to his three henchmen behind him, and the three immediately began to make arrangements.

One of them went to the corner and lit a charcoal fire, placing a clay pot on the fire.

A plaster and gauze were laid out beside the iron bed.

There were also several copper basins unloaded from a cart, filled with clear water, with a few willow leaves floating on the surface.

Zhao Shouxin and Qian Mantang helped drive the sheep off the cart and into the room one by one.

The herd of black goats remained quiet, neither bleating nor making a fuss.

The middle-aged man closed the door and drew the curtains.

"You all step back," he said. "Whatever you see, don't make a sound, don't touch anything."

Chen Mo retreated to the wall, stood against it, and crossed his arms.

Fang Yingxia stood next to him, with Zhao Shouxin and Qian Mantang behind her.

The man took an iron rod from the wall. It was about half a meter long, with one end pointed and the other end covered with runes.

He walked up to the nearest black goat, squatted down, pressed down on the goat's head with one hand, and used the other hand to press the tip of the iron rod against the seam below the goat's neck.

"The sky is clear, the earth is spirited, the Six Ding and Six Jia break free from evil forms. The three souls and seven spirits return to their original masters, the sheepskin is shed to reveal the true spirit. So be it!"

There was no blood.

The suture line where the iron rod pierced began to turn red, and a thick plume of white smoke rose from it.

Chen Mo frowned slightly. The smell of the smoke was that of burnt meat mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, an indescribably pungent odor.

The black goat let out a pitiful cry, and its fur began to fall off.

Like a garment with its buttons undone, starting from the seam below the neck, the entire sheepskin slowly tears along the seam, revealing the human skin underneath.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, gripped the iron bar with both hands, and slowly pulled it out.

With each inch the tube was pulled out, the white smoke grew thicker, and the screams became more agonizing.

The sheepskin peeled off the person inside like a molting process, making a "ripping" sound.

Finally, the entire sheepskin was peeled off.

A woman who looked to be no more than twenty years old was curled up on the ground, completely naked, her skin covered with dense red marks.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were purple, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man tore a piece of cloth off the iron bed and covered the woman with it.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to the next sheep.

"Give them a hand, lift this person onto the bed, and cover them up."

"Don't touch the runes on their bodies. You can only touch them after the stain remover has been applied."

Fang Yingxia and the other two quickly went up to help.

The three support staff also got to work. One of them carried a clay pot and used a spoon to scoop out the prepared scar-reducing ointment and apply it to the woman's body.

The other two took gauze and began to bandage the wound.

Chen Mo did not move.

He leaned against the wall, watching the middle-aged man process the sheep one by one.

Each sheep screamed in agony as it was skinned open, appearing to be in excruciating pain.

The seventeenth.

The middle-aged man thrust the iron rod in and pulled it out.

White smoke billowed out, and screams rang out.

Chen Mo's body suddenly stiffened, his hands came down from the position of crossing his arms and hung at his sides, his knuckles unconsciously clenching.

Beneath the sheepskin was a small face.

His skin was pale from being covered in sheepskin, his lips were bloodless, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Her hair was messy and stained with blood, but Chen Mo still recognized the little braid tied with a red string.

Round.