The Plague Ghost's Position, Arrival at the Chu Family

The land of Jiangzhou.

The entire sky was covered in blood, and this blood swirled and vibrated.

A massive vortex spanning thousands of kilometers formed in the sky.

Beneath the vortex lie gods and Ghastly Skeleton.

The Ghastly Skeleton was at the bottom end of the vortex, its pale bones gradually being covered with crimson blood.

Even the dark sockets of his eyes were stained crimson!

A wisp of Zhang Fusheng's spiritual will resides within the skeleton, manipulating and controlling it.

He could clearly feel that even his own spiritual will had been stained with scarlet blood.

The voice of the gods reverberated and echoed across the earth:

"In my name."

The restless Heaven and Earth of Jiangzhou suddenly Silence Below. The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the roar of the blood-red vortex that had been swirling in the sky disappeared at this moment.

Only the solemn voice of the gods remained.

"In my name, I hereby confer this title."

"You shall be [the plague demon], and be granted the power to spread plague and absorb its power."

"You may form your Becoming a God body in the midst of the plague; you may be in the midst of the plague..."

A faint smile appeared on the deity's face:

"In the midst of the epidemic, the true self and awareness were born."

"Imperial edict, complete."

'Boom!'

In Jiangzhou Bubble, in the little world of Jiangzhou, a thunderclap seemed to resound.

Plague Demon?

The thought flashed through Zhang Fusheng's mind Ghastly Skeleton underwent a violent transformation, with no flesh or blood growing out.

But within the empty skeleton, a dark hue emerged, and within the equally empty eye sockets, a trace of blood red condensed into a ball of scarlet flame.

The flames leaped and trembled.

This Ghastly Skeleton became the [Plague Demon].

Go ahead.

The divine voice is like a rolling Thunder Tide.

"My plague demon!"

"I grant you permission to act in my name and walk the Mortal World of humanity on my behalf."

"Fear, disease, weakness, shortness of breath, and the pain of separation"

"Go, go."

A pale red mist of blood swirled around the plague demon as it rose higher and higher, crashing into the very top of the sky, and then slowly embedding itself into it.

The final echoes of the God of Plague reverberated.

"As for the matter of the Ancestor of Land Immortals..."

We'll discuss this further later.

"Waiting for you to bring back the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, waiting for you to bring back the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron"

The plague demon completely disappeared into the top of the sky, then emerged from beneath the earth.

We have returned to the endless desert outside the Waiting Area.

"This body."

Zhang Fusheng carefully sensed the body of the plague demon. Blood mist around him, accompanied by his thoughts, gathered into a blood-red robe that enveloped his body.

He let out a hoarse, dry, yet sharp sigh.

"You old fool, trying to scam me again?"

Zhang Fusheng sneered. With the body of a plague demon and the power to control disease, this clone, to some extent, had been endowed with a certain [status] by the God of Plague.

However, this god who usurped the throne was very dishonest, leaving himself with a fatal flaw.

The more powerful the plague demon, the easier it is for it to develop its own ego and sentience.

At that time, would this body still belong to me?

No.

He belongs to the God of Plague.

They are the other party's Divine Attendant, the other party's Divine Walker. Even if they find a way to suppress the birth of spiritual intelligence,

However, the God of Plague can also take away the Plague Demon's status and abilities at any time.

Equivalent to,

If I were to use this body of a plague demon, I would be working for the God of Plague for nothing.

But the problem is

If the plague demon were to truly give birth to even a glimmer of wisdom, however small.

In a sense, it also falls into the category of Flawless Soul —in other words.

That means you can 'trade'.

The divinely bestowed status, abilities, and even the Dali acquired through these status and abilities can be revoked in an instant.

But things you buy yourself no longer belong to the gods.

There's no question of taking it back.

"Plague Demon."

"Become stronger through illness."

Manipulating the plague demon towards the Waiting Area, Zhang Fusheng did not withdraw the wisp of crimson-stained spiritual will hidden within it.

Instead, it allows the main consciousness to slowly return to the body.

Assistant Director's Office.

He opened his eyes, licked his dry lips, and naturally became familiar with all the abilities of the plague demon.

Spreading disease, absorbing disease—the more diseases one has, the stronger one becomes.

The only limitation is that each time the plague is absorbed, a sacrifice must be made to the God of Plague, and the god's approval is required.

"How many patients are there in this world?"

"Every time the plague demon draws disease upon itself, it needs to perform a sacrifice and offering to the God of Plague."

Zhang Fusheng looked out the window and muttered to himself:

"But you're not the only one who can extract the plague."

"I can too."

The Contract Book suppressed in the Ancestral Aperture between the eyebrows swayed slightly, emitting an incredible light.

Zhang Fusheng leaned back on the sofa, quietly waiting for time to pass. He now possessed the body of a plague demon, making his entry into the Western Sect perfectly legitimate.

Even though the Plague Demon's cultivation was weak, it was still a [Substitute Demon] and [Punishment Demon] personally appointed by the gods.

The clock strikes 9:30.

There was a knock on the office door:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, the Enforcement Team is ready. Shall we depart now?"

Let's go.

Zhang Fusheng slowly stood up.

The Chu family.

Business tycoons.

According to intelligence, they are one of the powerful families that support and invest in Liu Yuan, and they also have close ties with Councilor Li from Chongyang City, whose position is now precarious.

First District.

The manor house by the river bend was brightly lit.

Old Master Chu quietly flipped through a large stack of documents and intelligence, then pushed up his glasses.

The huge living room was silent except for the sound of him turning the pages of his book.

Eldest Son Chu bowed slightly:

"Dad, ever since that struggle in the capital, the Golden Province has been affected, and now Councilor Li's position is also unstable."

Should we invest in other people?

"For example, Chen Qiusheng?"

Old Master Chu didn't move his head, but slightly raised his eyelids, staring at his eldest son with his eyes rolled, without saying a word.

Eldest Son Chu immediately lowered his head.

After a while.

Old Master Chu snorted:

"Director Liu's daughter is upstairs, how could you say such a thing?"

He adjusted his glasses and said calmly:

"Do you really think that a family of businessmen like us can interfere in a congressional election? Councilor Li and Director Liu accepting our political donations is a favor they've done for us!"

"Don't take yourself too seriously; that's going against the Heavenly Gang!"

Eldest Son Chu lowered his head, his lips trembling, and said somewhat Qi Ingestion:

"But sir, now that Chen Qiusheng is willing to accept us, this is a great opportunity!"

Despite the building's excellent soundproofing, he subconsciously lowered his voice and said very seriously:

"My people have done a special assessment."

"There's a 70% chance Liu Yuan will lose to He Gaozhuo. And that's fine, after all, it's just a director-general position."

"According to my people's assessment, there is a greater than 40% chance that Old Man Chen. Chen Qiusheng will become the new Golden Councilor."

Old Master Chu suddenly stood up, walked over, and extended his hand.

'Smack!'

He slapped his eldest son.

Eldest Son Chu neither dodged nor resisted, silently accepting the situation. He then raised his head, stared into the old man's eyes, and continued:

"Dad!"

"Putting everything else aside, when our Chu family was attacked by our competitors last time, did Liu Yuan and Li Hongyu intervene? Did they help us?"

"How do you think the last crisis was resolved?"

"It was Old Man Chen who lent a helping hand!"

'Smack!'

The old man slapped her hard again, clearly enraged, and hissed in a low voice:

"You bastard!"

"You secretly sought help from Chen Qiusheng??"

"Yes!" A bright red handprint appeared on Eldest Son Chu's face as he nodded in acknowledgment. "Old Man Chen not only helped, but also personally showed up and stood up for our Chu family!"

Old Master Chu trembled with anger, stretching out his hand and pointing shakily at his eldest son, then at his other children:

"You bunch of bastards, didn't one of you tell me?"

Eldest Son Chu placed his hands on his father's shoulders and gently pressed him down onto the sofa.

He said in a low voice:

"Dad, times have changed. Going down the wrong path will only lead to your destruction."

"Only a fence-sitter will be crushed to pieces!" Old Master Chu roared in fury, exasperated, "How could I have raised such a worthless brat!"

Eldest Son Chu was clearly a bit tipsy, his face flushed and his neck thick with anger.

"What's wrong with me? If it weren't for me, the Chu family would have collapsed long ago! If it weren't for me, would you still be sitting here, pointing fingers with your old-fashioned, outdated thinking?"

"We are businessmen!"

"It's in a merchant's nature to pursue profit, so what's the point of upholding morality? What's the point of being unwavering in our beliefs? We're not some heretical cult called Confucianism!"

Old Master Chu was trembling with anger, even though his eldest son had forced him to sit on the sofa.

But she continued to slap her eldest son repeatedly and fiercely.

The sound of 'slapping' echoed in the spacious living room, while the other children remained silent.

Eldest Son Chu's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot from the beating.

"Enough!"

He plunged his right hand into his father's chest.

The old man froze abruptly, staring blankly down at the blood gushing from his chest, at the hand of the son he had raised his entire life, now piercing his heart.

A wave of dizziness washed over me.

"Father."

Eldest Son Chu, panting heavily, stared at the old man:

"You're getting old."

"When you get old, you should learn to let go. If you can't, your son can only help you let go."

The old man made a "hoarse" sound, his aged hands with bulging veins gripping his son's ear tightly.

Just like many years ago, when he disciplined this son, he held him tightly, gripping him firmly.

The middle-aged man's ears were pulled bright red.

The force gradually weakened.

"Please rest in peace."

Eldest Son Chu said in a low voice:

"With me here, this family, our Chu family, will only get better and better."

"The glory of the Chu family will ultimately be forged by me."

The old man's hand slid limply to the ground as he stared intently at his son. There was no anger in his eyes, only a hint of sorrow and a sigh.

His breathing gradually weakened.

'Laugh!'

Eldest Son Chu slowly pulled his hand out of the old man's chest. He took the handkerchief handed to him by the maid and wiped the blood from his palm.

He then turned around and looked at his younger brothers and sisters.

"Arrange the grandest funeral for the old man."

"I'm going to see Old Man Chen later. You all tidy up and clean this place. As for Miss Liu upstairs who is playing with Xiaoyu, don't neglect her either."

The younger siblings bowed their heads and murmured.

A servant rushed over, not daring to look at the old man lying dead on the sofa with his eyes wide open, and said with her head down:

"Two people have arrived. The one in the lead, who identified himself as Zhang Fusheng, the Deputy Director of Operations of the Public Security Bureau, has come to pay a visit."

"Zhang Fusheng?"

Eldest Son Chu threw the handkerchief on the ground, and the younger sister stepped forward and gently picked it up.

He frowned and said:

"That name sounds familiar. Is it one of those guys from the banquet earlier today?"

"Yes."

Eldest Son Chu seemed to be deep in thought. Zhang Fusheng. He really did know this person.

Hong Tianbao's apprentice, and Master Old Man Chen's nephew.

As everyone knows, there is a deep-seated hatred between Old Man Chen and Hong Tianbao. If I remember correctly, this Zhang Fusheng was Liu Yuan's subordinate.

"Hmph, what's this guy doing here?"

After a moment of contemplation, Eldest Son Chu suddenly looked at his father's corpse, seemingly lost in thought.

If we could get rid of Zhang Fusheng, it would certainly offend many people, including Hong Tianbao.

But Old Man Chen will be very happy.

"When you bet, bet big; when you gamble, go all in."

He looked at the old man's body and sighed softly:

"Dad, you taught me that."

After pausing for a moment, Eldest Son Chu glanced sideways at the servant:

"Let's leave this place as it is for now, then we'll go to the reception room and not let that Liu Cuihua come here."

"In addition."

"Notify Venerable Zhou to come over, and then have that Zhang Fusheng wait for me in the reception room."

After giving a series of instructions, Eldest Son Chu pondered for a moment, then respectfully made a phone call.

"Old Man Chen, it's me, Xiao Chu."

"It's like this, my father passed away, not naturally, but murdered. Just then, Zhang Fusheng, the Deputy Director of Operations of the Public Security Bureau, came to visit us."

On the other end of the phone, Chen Qiusheng stared at the two indistinct lumps of flesh in the box, and at the corpses of his apprentices.

He plunged his hands into the rotten flesh, sorrowfully drawing out the evil curses he had planted in his disciples.

Two excellent materials, just like that, gone.

Chen Qiusheng choked with emotion.

After a while.

He said coldly:

"Go ahead and do it. I'll back up the Chu family for you. You've done a good job."

"Yes, Old Man Chen."