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Chapter 37 - It was definitely not us!

Fu Jie seemed to have noticed the glare given by Dai Xiaobo and just as he did, he immediately waved his hands from left to right as if trying to say that there was no way he was guilty.

Fu Jie was with them this entire time so it was almost impossible for him to be the culprit. Of course, Dai Xiaobo also knew this. If Fu Jie were the culprit, he would have certainly been noticed by the other disciples.

Dai Xiaobo didn't say anything and simply took out his sword.

"What are you doing?" Fu Jie asked.

Dai Xiaobo didn't bother giving him a reply as he used the sword to cut open a wound on the body of the corpse.

Fu Jie immediately looked away on instinct. There was no way he would want to see someone cutting open the skin of another, even if the one whose skin was being cut was already dead.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!~" They heard a woman scream and the scream almost scared Fu Jie who was trying his best to make sense of the situation.

They turned around to look at the woman who had screamed. The woman wasn't special in any manner. She was nothing more than a mere commoner who had walked into this scene where there was a corpse on the ground and four people standing around it.

"It's the ferocious blood-sucking ghoul!" Her eyes looked fear-stricken as she yelled out. Surely enough, her shouting and yelling didn't go unnoticed by the people.

Soon, the end of the street was surrounded by people who came to see what had happened.

Some screamed in fear, others gasped and some just simply walked away. The four disciples who had come to analyze the dead body were suddenly being looked at with fear, disgust, and anger.

Fu Jie gulped as he realized how wrong it looked. They were surely not the ones who killed this man but why did it look like there would be no other suspects but them?

Brother Dai Xiaobo! Why did you have to take out your sword and cut the corpse?! You just complicated the situation.

Fu Jie could hear the confusion and shock among the people who were murmuring and gossiping among themselves.

Chen Qiao, who was crouching down near the corpse suddenly stood up with a warm yet mocking smile on his face as he walked up to the onlookers and asked, "What are you watching? Is there nothing better to do? Go and do your job! Call the guards!"

Fu Jie couldn't help but feel that calling the guards wasn't gonna be a good idea. No matter how you looked at it, they looked suspicious, and if the guards were to arrive at this scene, all four of them would certainly be arrested on the spot.

One of the commoners who was watching suddenly mustered up all his courage to ask, "I-is it you? The Ferocious blood-sucker...?"

Fu Jie's lips twitched as he heard this question. Even if they really were the so-called ferocious blood-sucking ghouls, if they were openly asked like this, would they dare say 'yes'?

Of course, they won't!

The boy who had asked the question looked to be around the young age of around seventeen and looked only a year younger than Chen Qiao.

Chen Qiao chuckled as if he had heard something really amusing. He walked closer to this boy and the people who were standing around the boy suddenly moved back and cleared the area as if the boy was prey that was being hunted by a lion and the others didn't want to die trying to get in between this hunt. Since Chen Qiao was taller than the boy, he had to look down as he questioned back, "Do I look like I enjoy drinking blood?"

If Fu Jie were the one who was asked this question, he wouldn't even hesitate to nod his head and say an enthusiastic 'yes'.

Chen Qiao looked to be young and would always have a happy and careless behavior, however, Fu Jie knew better. This man was definitely capable of doing a lot of really cold-blooded things and if he were to be turned into a vampire one day, Fu Jie was sure that Chen Qiao wouldn't even hesitate to kill someone and drink their blood.

The boy gulped as he met Chen Qiao's eyes that seemed to have a dangerous glint in them, "N-no."

He looked terrified as he answered, but somewhere on his face, there was another emotion that was well suppressed underneath the fear and this emotion was something closer to a feeling called disbelief and disappointment. It made Fu Jie think that this boy wasn't just a nobody. It seemed as if he knew them and looked up to them. He wasn't wrong in thinking that.

Chen Qiao suddenly chuckled as he heard the answer that seemed to be said with utmost honesty. There was no way this boy was lying just to please this man.

He reached out his hand to ruffle the boy's head, "Good! You can keep on trusting us. Now, why don't you go and call the guards here?"

The boy gulped once again as he enthusiastically nodded. His cheeks lightly flushed red and he ran away in an instant, probably to complete the task given by this man.

Fu Jie walked over to the man and pulled Chen Qiao by the arm as he questioned, "What the hell are you trying to do?! Do you want to get us arrested?!"

Chen Qiao seemed to be a bit stunned for a second, but after a minute, he was back to his normal self as he chuckled and responded, "Of course, not! We are here to help so we have to call the guards, don't you think so?"

Fu Jie furrowed his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything and simply looked at the man.

Suddenly, they heard Dai Xiaobo calling them over, "Come here."

Chen Qiao looked at Fu Jie with a smile for one last time before going over to the others. Fu Jie also followed.

When he looked at the corpse, he cringed at the sight and tried his best to keep his eyes on the people and not the corpse, but sadly, what Dai Xiaobo wanted them to take a look at was the corpse.

Chen Qiao looked curiously at the wound that had been inflicted on the corpse by Dai Xiaobo. He squinted, and in the next second, his eyes widened as he realized something.

Fu Jie was also curious to know so he asked, "What is it?"

Dai Xiaobo pointed at the open wound that didn't have any blood flowing out from it. Fu Jie was confused for a second. This was supposed to be a bloodless corpse so of course, the wound won't bleed! Was this supposed to be a new discovery or something?!

Xu Lifen seemed to have noticed the confusion in Fu Jie's eyes and so she volunteered to help him out, "There's no blood but look closely."

Fu Jie didn't want to look closely!

But in the end, his curiosity got the best of him and he looked closely at the wound and analyzed it. Just like everyone else had noticed it, he also did.

Although this corpse didn't bleed, there was still something coming out from the wound. It was some sort of black smoke that was hardly detectable and only on closer inspection would one be able to notice it.

"What is that?" Fu Jie asked and from the looks he got, it seemed that he had asked something pretty stupid.

Xu Lifen sighed as she decided to give him an answer, "Resentment."

"Resentment?"

Fu Jie had heard about something like this before. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for recalling this specific term.

In all the cultivation games he used to play, resentment was a strong theme that was famous among the people. Mostly when Fu Jie used to play cultivation games, instead of choosing to become a righteous cultivator that defeats evil and upgrades their spiritual level, Fu Jie would always choose to become a demonic cultivator that goes hunting for people and things that still contained resentment energy.

Resentment was basically the power of the demonic cultivators.

There were two ways a person would have resentment energy left behind in his dead body. One was if someone placed it there on purpose. If you were killed by a demonic cultivator, there would be traced of resentment left behind on your corpse. The second way, a corpse had resentment energy left inside its body was if it had accumulated it on its own. A gruesome death and the need for revenge would often give birth to resentment and this resentment would be left behind in the corpse where it would simply start attracting more resentment and the energy would become stronger and stronger.