If Deacon Pang is a member of the Dark Night Rose, killing him to ask his spirit will give us a lot of information, and the progress of hunting down Hei Wuchang will be accelerated. Zhang Yuanqing was delighted.
Hei Wuchang has not been found yet, and he is more anxious than Fu Qingyang.
"But why does he want to kill me? At this critical moment, killing me will only cause trouble." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.
"He has his own reasons for killing you. When I kill him, I'll ask the spirits and they'll tell." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out the red wine and the goblet, and said:
"Want a glass?"
I know who Li Dongze learned this habit from. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have Coke?"
Fu Qingyang put back a goblet and said lightly, "Then you have to wait until the matter is over and buy it yourself."
He sipped the sour red wine with a natural expression. He didn't look like he was going to kill someone, but more like he was going to a club.
Probably only those who were born in a wealthy family for generations could cultivate such a calm and calm temperament. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't do that. His mind was full of how to kill Deacon Pang, how much information the other party knew about the Dark Night Rose, and how much risk he would take if the action failed.
Along the way, the two didn't talk anymore. Fu Qingyang held the wine glass, looked at the night outside the window, and took a sip from time to time.
Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of the chair, lay flat and dozed off to restore his energy.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass, and at the same time, the business car slowly slowed down.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, stood up and looked out the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end residential area. The style of this residential area is extremely luxurious and fashionable, and the buildings with black bricks are located in an orderly manner.
Opposite the entrance of the residential area is a square with a fountain in the center. At first glance, it looks like a high-end hotel.
Really rich, the house price here is at least 150,000 yuan. Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.
"Centurion, if we go in like this, will it alert the enemy? Why not deploy in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing put forward his own ideas.
Fu Qingyang said calmly:
"Pang Wudi sent the evil spirit to kill you. You must be waiting for news at home. Before the evil spirit returns, patiently waiting is the safest choice. We came late at night to catch the other party off guard. The more deployments we make, the easier it is for him to detect."
Although his tone was cold, the young man still patiently explained to his trusted subordinates. After that, he changed the subject:
"But necessary investigations must still be done to prevent members of the Dark Night Rose from destroying our plans."
How to investigate? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.
Fu Qingyang raised his right hand, and his fingers were like swords, resting on his eyebrows.
The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a light white ripple, which started from Fu Qingyang's eyebrows and spread to the distance like water waves. The further it spread out, the fainter the white light became, and it was finally undetectable.
Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."
Seeing his trusted subordinates dumbfounded, he smiled faintly: "Don't be surprised, this is a scout!"
And Zhang Yuanqing thought: This is a real eye. In comparison, Li Dongze is a fake eye.
After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and came to the guardhouse at the entrance of the community. He looked at the guard calmly and said:
"Open the door!"
In this kind of community where rich people gather, you have to swipe the access control to enter and exit.
The guard looked at the young man with outstanding demeanor in surprise. He was dressed in a straight and elegant white suit and a simple short ponytail. He was so handsome that people could not force him.
His eyes were deep and calm. When he looked at you, he was like a king who was high above, with nobility in his elegance.
The guard said respectfully: "You, which household are you from?"
Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."
Inexplicably, the guard felt an indescribable awe and submission in his heart, and he opened the gate with trepidation.
Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, walked through the iron gate and entered the community.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed him, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"
Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, with a gloomy face, deep and calm eyes, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof and kingly temperament, and said lightly:
"Don't waste my time."
The guard looked him up and down for a few times, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away."
"." Zhang Yuanqing's face was slightly embarrassed, so he had to use magic to confuse the old man and sneak into the community quietly.
Well, it's not that I'm not as powerful as Fu Qingyang, but that we have different professional abilities, so he can't charm the old man like me. He silently saved his dignity.
Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:
"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? It's easy to leave traces when you go through the main entrance."
The figure in white formal clothes strode forward and said lightly:
"Don't forget your identity, we are the official."
Okay, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart.
West side residential building, 21st floor, large flat.
In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo uniform and a square face, sat silently and seriously at the bar, dragging a glass of wine in his palm.
On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and a worn-out old-fashioned mobile phone.
Pang Wudi was waiting for the evil spirit in the phone to return.
It was two o'clock in the morning, and the evil spirit had not returned, which meant that the target had not been eradicated.
But Pang Wudi was not in a hurry. He did not think that Yuanshi Tianzun could avoid the pursuit of evil spirits. The Night Wandering God did not have the ability of the dream realm. As long as he entered the dream, he would definitely die.
After getting this item, Pang Wudi used it to kill several enemies who were inconvenient for him to attack, and never failed.
This item is an assassination artifact. It kills people invisibly and will not reveal any flaws. Even if it is as sharp as a scout, it is impossible to find any clues.
The only flaw is that it has almost no effect on enemies in the Saint Realm, and the price of using it is that after ten times, the evil spirit will chase the owner in the dream.
Of course, for Pang Wudi in the Saint Realm, this is at most a small crisis that does not hurt.
"After Yuanshi Tianzun died, Fu Qingyang must be furious, but it is difficult for him to suspect me. However, this person is sharp, so I have to be careful in the next three days."
Pang Wudi drank the wine in the glass. At this moment, a picture flashed in his mind:
Fu Qingyang, dressed in a white suit, led a handsome young man to the security door.
This picture was sent back by the potted plants he placed outside the door. The wood demon in the saint realm can transmit signals to plants in a small range and turn them into its "eyes".
Yuanshi Tianzun is not dead? Come to the door? How is it possible? !
Pang Wudi's pupils shrank slightly, and emotions such as astonishment and confusion surged up instantly. He made a quick decision to leave here.
Leave here first, pass the failure of the assassination to the "unfairness of heaven" who is in contact, and then report to the superiors, and then wait for orders and respond accordingly.
In short, you can't stay here at this time, at least you have to deal with the assassination props.
After making the decision, Pang Wudi rushed to the balcony and tried to jump out of the window.
"Pah, pah."
The lock of the security door was melted into molten iron, dripping.
The security door opened and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.
"Don't go, you can't get away." Fu Qingyang looked at the back of the figure running straight to the balcony and said lightly.
Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores without looking back. These spores swelled in the wind and turned into plants resembling small octopuses. The tentacles twisted and enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.
Zhang Yuanqing flew to one side to avoid the "octopus" plant that shot at him.
He didn't expect that the two sides would fight as soon as they said they would, without even saying a word.
Fu Qingyang did not retreat, and walked forward in the sky full of plants. He seemed to have calculated the movement trajectory of the octopus plant. He seemed to be strolling in the garden, but he could skillfully avoid all the plants that enveloped him.
At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and a dark green small flag appeared in his hand, which popped out with his bent fingers.
"Duh!"
The flag was nailed into the balcony tiles, and the green light curtain rose, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.
"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled, like an inflated balloon, and turned into a giant three meters tall, with muscles like vines, tight and hard.
He punched the light curtain heavily, and the green light swept across the living room.
At this time, Fu Qingyang had already come to the balcony entrance and grabbed the eight-sided sword covered with copper rust from the inventory.
A trace of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spit out a gray mist.
Spores that were difficult to see with the naked eye floated in the mist. These spores had strong predatory properties. Once they touched a living thing, they would grow wildly until their vitality was drained.
The fog was shrouded, and even the scouts' "prediction" could not avoid this attack.
But Fu Qingyang did not retreat a single step. With his left hand, he grabbed a small white flag with a majestic white tiger embroidered on it.
"Roar!"
The illusory roar of a tiger echoed in the room, dispersing the fog.
Fu Qingyang took a step forward, holding up the Eight-Direction Bronze Sword.
Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, and his legs and feet seemed to be unable to coordinate. His left foot wanted to dodge to the left, his right foot wanted to escape to the right, and his upper body had its own ideas.
In the end, he could only summon a set of rattan armor, covering his three-meter-tall body.
Fu Qingyang slashed with a sword.
The next moment, the rattan armor was split open, and the flesh and blood were separated. The three-meter-tall giant was cut in half, and his organs fell "clattering", and the deep red blood spread on the balcony tiles.
Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene behind him, was surprised and happy, and various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly:
Dead? A saint died just like that
Why didn't he hide? This sword is ordinary, is it difficult to dodge?
Fu Qingyang took back the bronze sword and the flag, and looked back calmly: "Come over and ask the spirit!"
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing gathered his chaotic thoughts and walked over quickly.