A perfectly healthy person had just died like that? And in such a bizarre, terrifying way? Zhang Yuanqing stood there in stunned silence, his mind still unable to process it.
Fu Qingyang, on the other hand, remained calm and seasoned. He took out his access card, opened the iron door, and said steadily, "Go check whether any spirit residue remains."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing came back to his senses, suppressing the shock in his heart. He strode into the cell and stopped beside the bed.
Thick, black "liquid" welled up in his eyes, covering the whites as he examined the surroundings. After a moment, he shook his head.
"No spirit remains. Chiyue An's soul has completely dispersed. He died cleanly."
As he spoke, the energy receded from his eye sockets, and his eyes returned to normal.
Fu Qingyang pondered briefly. "A Voodoo Master's Curse-Killing Art, killing a Saint from afar—the caster must be of a high level. And they should possess something containing Chiyue An's DNA information, such as his birth date and time, blood, flesh, skin, or hair."
A Voodoo Master's Curse-Killing Art... Was the organization behind Chiyue An the Spirit Energy Society? No, if that were the case, they would have found him during the comprehensive examination. The person who used the Curse-Killing Art might not necessarily be a Voodoo Master; they could have used an item instead. Zhang Yuanqing said gravely, "Is the Curse-Killing Art a curse? Is it a Saint-stage skill for Voodoo Masters?"
Come to think of it, he was no stranger to the Voodoo Master profession. From Unjust Heaven to Black Impermanence, and then the Boss in Yin-Yang Town, all of them had been Voodoo Masters.
But this was the first time he had seen such a long-range killing ability. It felt rather horrifying.