Living Dead

The Public Security Bureau was, in a sense, the second largest violent institution in Jiangzhou.

First is Jiangzhou Prison, where the only aerospace ship in the entire Jiangzhou is stationed.

Although it was past midnight, the building was still brightly lit and bustling with people coming and going.

"Sir, are you going to report a crime?"

In the reception hall on the first floor, a security guard called out to an elderly man who had just entered, and kindly went over to him.

This is the Upper-Level District; the people who come and go here are not necessarily rich or noble, but they are not far off either.

Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:

"I'm looking for Zheng Yaoyang."

The security guard was taken aback:

"Director-General, who are you?"

Zhang Fusheng didn't say anything, just smiled and looked at him.

The security guard didn't dare to neglect him and quickly led him to a seat in the nearby rest area, then made a phone call.

"Director-General, an elderly man has come to see you. Hmm, yes, he didn't say anything. Should I bring him up? Yes, Director-General."

The security guard smiled ingratiatingly.

"Sir, our chief would like to invite you up. Just take elevator number 1 over there; it goes directly to the chief's office."

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"Still working so late at night? Zheng Yaoyang is quite dedicated."

Hearing the old man's calm words, the security guard's smile widened, tinged with respect.

"You don't know, we received orders today to intensify monitoring and crackdown on violent crimes in the Lower-Level District."

The elevator doors opened, and it began to ascend.

'Bite!'

The silver elevator doors opened again, revealing a huge office of over 200 square meters.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, there was a huge tea table shrouded in white smoke, a mini golf green, and even a small bar filled with various drinks.

If you didn't tell anyone, you'd never guess this is an office.

The middle-aged man sitting at the tea table looked up, sized up the little old man who had just stepped out of the elevator, and stood up, saying:

"Are you from the Investigation Bureau?"

A smile spread across Zheng Yaoyang's face.

My name is Zhong Shan.

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, walked up to the middle-aged man, and a chair not far away suddenly lifted into the air and landed behind him with a whoosh!

The old man sat down leisurely.

Zheng Yaoyang's smile froze; he controlled objects with his thoughts, his mind interfering with reality.

A Great Grandmaster!

Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

The first thing that came to his mind was the ink that had mysteriously changed on the paper that day, and the line about 'reporting' Ankang Hospital.

"You sit down too," the old man said calmly.

Zheng Yaoyang bowed and scraped, sitting upright as if facing his direct superior, with half of his buttocks on the sofa and the other half deliberately suspended in the air.

"Do you know Liu Zhengbang?" Zhang Fusheng asked calmly.

"Know."

Zheng Yaoyang did not hesitate at all:

"The captain of the Investigation Bureau Vanguard Team... Not long ago, the Jiangzhou branch of the Public Security Bureau cooperated with the team to crack down on Ankang Tumor Hospital."

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"So you've had contact?"

Zheng Yaoyang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No, Captain Liu came into contact with seven 'kill' characters left by a suspected demonic Great Grandmaster about two weeks ago, and suffered severe mental trauma. He has been in critical condition ever since."

His voice grew softer and softer.

Great Grandmaster.

Even in a medium-sized city of higher level, this would be considered top-tier.

Only in Provincial Government can the number reach double digits.

It's quite remarkable that a Great Grandmaster suddenly appeared in such a desolate place as Jiangzhou.

The one right now, the one who has fallen into demonic possession.

Zhang Fusheng paid no heed to the Director-General's startled reaction; he was still pondering, "What a coincidence!"

The seven "kill" characters were naturally left behind by himself.

He asked casually:

"Was he saved?"

The Director-General of the Administration was stunned:

"I don't know about that, but when I went to visit last week, they said that the mental healing was not successful and Captain Liu could die at any time."

Die?

Zhang Fusheng thought of Liu Zhengbang's lifeless brain.

If he is dead.

Then who is conversing with me?

How did that person control or possess a corpse?

And why are you trying to cover up for Niu Dali?

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced, and he said:

Are you on Hong's's side or Chaimen's side?

Over time, he had come to understand that Jiangzhou City was different from other small cities.

It is not entirely under the control of the consul.

The reason is quite simple.

One is the master, and the other is Old Ghost Chai.

My master is a grandmaster, but he seems to be in very bad shape, while Old Ghost Chai is a top-notch Martial Arts Master.

He was stronger than the governor of Jiangzhou.

The two forces are not only deeply entrenched in the underworld, but also likely have extensive influence in official circles.

Zheng Yaoyang paused for a moment, then immediately replied:

"I will not side with anyone, I will only obey your orders."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily:

"That's interesting."

He stood up, reached out his hand, and with a thought, took out the Yin World Wood Marrow from the Contract Book.

In Zheng Yaoyang's eyes,

Then, a jet-black object appeared in the old man's hand, cold and sinister.

Then the old man shouted "Go away!" and pointed.

That flowing, cold substance suddenly burrowed into his body!

Zheng Yaoyang was sweating profusely. He immediately looked inward and clearly saw that something as black as ink had taken root between his legs!

He felt a slight numbness in his legs, a sensation of decay and decay!

Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:

"This thing is extraordinary. If left unchecked, it will completely devour and assimilate you within about six months to a year, turning you into a piece of excellent Yin Wood."

Zheng Yaoyang was about to cry:

"Senior."

The old man said calmly:

"Don't worry, if you behave, I will remove it for you within a month."

Zheng Yaoyang nodded vigorously.

The old man's figure gradually became blurred and transparent.

"I'll contact you if I need anything. By the way, where does the governor live?"

Zheng Yaoyang shakily gave the address, and the old man completely disappeared.

The large office fell into a deathly silence.

Zheng Yaoyang began to breathe heavily.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Zhang Fusheng, still looking like Zhong Shan, headed straight for the First District.

But this time, he stopped.

We have just arrived outside the villa where the governor resides.

Acupuncture.

A pricking sensation spread throughout my entire body.

Mental alert.

A strong warning has been issued!

The level of Perfection Visualization Method and the level of Perfection spiritual realm have truly enabled one to sense the autumn wind before it even stirs, just as the cicadas do.

If you suddenly have a premonition, it's likely to come true nine times out of ten!

After a brief pause, Zhang Fusheng turned and left without hesitation.

It vanished into the shadows, escaped from the First District, and reappeared under a bridge.

"The last time I felt this dangerous was with Shi Zhengyuan."

Sweat dripped down Zhang Fusheng's face. What was inside that villa?

His mind raced, and he immediately made a decision, quietly entering the Divine Realm and the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Then

Peeking through the crack in the door.

Looking back, although the perspective is focused on oneself, it is forty meters wide.

Although we hadn't entered the villa yet, we were already at the gate, within forty meters.

The dimly lit scene was rendered with vibrant colors.

The past unfolds before my eyes; from this high-dimensional perspective, everything in the villa is presented with unparalleled clarity.

"This is?"

Zhang Fusheng whispered, peeking through the crack in the door at two people. One was the governor of Jiangzhou, his flesh and bones clearly visible.

But what's terrifying is the governor's brain.

It is also 'death'.

Like Liu Zhengbang, he's a living dead!

Zhang Fusheng's heart pounded violently. The highest-ranking official in a city was a dead man?!

His scalp tingled, and he turned his gaze to stare at another person.

He was a handsome young man, bald, wearing clothes made of bone fragments, with a dwarf-like, emaciated woman clinging to his back.

The opponent's flesh and organs are laid out from a high-dimensional perspective, every inch of skin, every inch of flesh, every inch of bone and internal organs.

They were all as flawless as crystal!

That's not all.

The handsome young man had a small cloth bag hanging from his waist, which was filled with a large number of various objects and Law Artifact.

From a higher-dimensional perspective, those Law Artifacts are all shrouded in unknown shadows!

"Compassion, compassion!"

The handsome young man sighed softly, then suddenly turned his head to look outside the villa—the very spot where 'Zhong Shan' had stood back then.

At that moment, I experienced a severe mental alert and fled without hesitation. My perspective was also pulled back, and the scene ended there.

"Who is he?"

Zhang Fusheng whispered, choosing a new past to carefully observe Zheng Yaoyang.

Fine.

The other person's mind is still active.

My eyes left the crack in the door.

"Was it that handsome young man who turned the governor and Liu Zhengbang into living dead?"

"No, no, let's talk about it."

"Is it because they are the living dead that this person came to them?"

Zhang Fusheng frowned deeply, suddenly remembering Du Mingsheng's words.

The Calm Wrath Buddha Son, who are about to arrive or have already arrived in Jiangzhou, have come for hunting.

The following morning.

"Go to Jiang University? Sure!" Zhu Xiaoming's voice came through the phone:

"Old Zhang, when did you get back to Jiangzhou?"

"I just got back not long ago."

Zhang Fusheng flipped through the file on Liao Xianji's grandson, who worked at Jiang University, and said with a smile:

"Meet me at the entrance of Jiang University at noon? Perfect timing, I have something to discuss with you."