Soul-Confusing Immortal Incense?!
Ren Ye kept his expression unchanged, but after reaching out to take the little porcelain bottle, towering waves surged through his heart.
This stuff could disrupt people's divine souls, intensify human desires, produce ash and dust when burned, and was fucking colorless and odorless... After hearing Wang Anquan's description, Little Bad King immediately thought of the mutual slaughter in the underground treasury...
He and Daoist Chu had visited the scene and questioned Liu Wei, who had been involved, about what really happened. The many bizarre incidents there all fit the effects of this Soul-Confusing Immortal Incense perfectly.
After all, this was a sixth-grade medicinal powder. It could poison a group of monk soldiers and fourth-grade officers and make them succumb without them noticing a thing...
Ren Ye froze briefly. His thoughts became exceptionally clear, and the various clues he held abruptly converged, making many previously puzzling questions perfectly transparent.
He suddenly had a new hypothesis, and his understanding of Wang Anquan underwent a complete reversal. The man was far more calculating than he had imagined, and even better at disguising himself.
However, Little Bad King still could not be sure whether Wang Anquan's "disguise" concealed a monumental scheme born of thorough wickedness, or some unknown circumstances.
He could not judge, but he genuinely felt that this middle-aged man, who had almost lost his reason over his son, was nothing like as simple as he appeared. He was good at scheming and hiding his hand; "underhanded" could even describe how he operated.
Thinking of this, Little Bad King felt fortunate-fortunate that he was cautious and clever. Before entering North Wind Town, he had already considered creating a stand-in, a new alias, to undertake dangerous business under another identity and ensure that little monk Zhenyi's identity remained well protected.