Chapter 895: Chapter 893: Rotten Flesh (14) Chapter 895: Chapter 893: Rotten Flesh (14) The connection between Daneta and Jiang En was closer than imagined, carrying a whiff of a “personal grandpa” about it.
Landing silently, by now, Fu Qian’s chest injury had long since healed.
Daneta might have been quite adept at playing dead, but fooling a Demigod was a bit too ambitious.
The reason for not simply detaining the person and torturing them with the Clear Dream Ring or similar methods was due to the earlier suspicions.
It appeared that Jiang En was oblivious to the fact that a group of people were painstakingly aiding in his “growth.”
And with so many Middle Tier bigshots able to arrange meticulous underground deals, was it possible they hadn’t arranged for real-time surveillance?
Now it seemed the answer had been found; there was no need to be present, as Jiang En’s every move was under watch.
From this perspective, might the exchange Fu Qian had just had with Daneta also be under the watch of certain individuals?
After all, the means by which they achieved this surveillance remained unconfirmed.
And if this conjecture were true, rashly detaining Daneta could have consequences no different from directly torturing Jiang En.
Rather than that, it might be better to leave a message for those bigshots covering Jiang En, informing them that the Grand Fate Ming Emperor with the unusual mind was going to take time to recuperate.
Hence, even if Daneta hadn’t feigned death, Fu Qian would have walked away with the excuse that such scum wasn’t worth dirtying his hands.
And now?
Fu Qian proceeded without any hesitation, swiftly following the direction of the Thread of Concern.
It was time to see for himself the desperate, fortune-reversing last resort of Brother Jiang En.
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Truly a figure of renown, his destination was just as aligned with Brother Tyler’s.
Gazing at the feast for the eyes that was the nightlife, Fu Qian internally praised with a tsk tsk of admiration.
On his way there, he quickly realized that Brother Jiang En had chosen a den of iniquity as well.
Of course, it wasn’t the same one as Brother Tyler’s stakeout site.
After all, within these hidden dragons and crouching tigers, at least one should know to switch places after firing a shot.
And Brother Jiang En was not here to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
When Fu Qian found his target, in the depth of the night, the latter was half-supporting, half-carrying a slender lady into a taxi.
Though he wasn’t wearing anything as ostentatious as a mask, his face was visibly altered, he even wore a wig.
It seems the conclusion to the corpse-picking case troubling Chief Yuan had been reached; Brother Tyler was indeed innocent!
In the midst of this admiration, Fu Qian didn’t rush, sitting for a short while.
Only after Jiang En’s position had stabilized did he stand and follow.
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Unsurprisingly, Brother Jiang En had checked into a hotel, and the room was now a boundless spring scene.
The drunken lady had clearly lost all consciousness, and Jiang En was slowly undressing her, even gently pressing and massaging to help her.
The discomfort from her drunken state visibly eased as her sleeping posture became more comfortable.
But Jiang En appeared to be the complete opposite.
With his prey right in front of him, he seemed to be in extreme pain.
As the clothes were gradually removed, his originally gentle movements visibly stiffened.
Yet even so, he stubbornly refused to quicken the pace, tremblingly maintaining the rhythm.
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Though Brother Jiang En was too absorbed and likely wouldn’t notice if Fu Qian merely hid, considering the earlier discovery, Fu Qian activated Blood Conquest once again and sat close by, meticulously observing the interaction between the two individuals.
At this moment, Brother Jiang En’s condition was clearly not quite right.
His eyes were so red they almost seemed to bleed, and his facial features could no longer be described as fierce. Saying that he was transforming into a beast would be more appropriate, as if something was awakening within him.
And at the location where the Fangthroat was worn, blood could be seen seeping out.
Ultimately, as the target’s clothing was completely removed, Jiang En was panting like a bull.
The next moment, he bent down, as if to sniff the scent of the other person, but he always kept a certain distance, refusing to touch directly.
Was he trying to challenge the notion that “lust is emptiness”? Was this the true purpose of Jiang En picking up corpses?
Observing this scene, Fu Qian silently commented.
In fact, from the beginning, he had been pondering the motive behind the corpse-picking incident.
To Fu Qian, Chief Yuan must also harbor similar doubts.
Even if a Transcendent is constrained, they are not someone ordinary people can compare with. If they really are interested in the opposite sex, why not just solve it with money?
Even unless you are unbelievably ugly, probably many women would be willing to throw themselves at you.
The scene before him was enough to prove that Jiang En was not just driven by lust but was putting himself through a “trial.”
But then another question arises, if one wants to seduce, there are plenty of normal ways; why engage in such a high-risk behavior?
Does he enjoy the flavor of soaking in liquor?
Feeling the violent desires emanating from Jiang En, Fu Qian had a vague answer–Jiang En wanted more than just women.
Another meaning of the drunken target lies in acting without restraint.
He needed a character who had no cognitive ability to resist and was completely at his mercy.
Completely unconcerned with the reactions and feelings of the other party, such a fact could stimulate the concept of seduction to the extreme.
As for why not spend the money to find someone to get drunk on their own?
As a genius who had only fallen a few years ago, even if he had moved out, the Jiang Family certainly would not have allowed him to be so reckless.
So, was this the ritual that Jiang En was trying to use to break through his bottleneck? Isn’t it too simplistic?
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Amidst his doubts, Fu Qian noticed that the situation had changed again.
Jiang En’s features, already twisted and deformed, seemed unable to restrain his impulse any longer the next moment, and he ripped off the clothes on his body.
A shocking scene ensued.
At the position of his chest, there now appeared to be a huge bulge.
It wasn’t any mishap caused by bodybuilding; that thing not only looked like a large snake head, but it was also slowly moving.
With each movement, you could see the rise and fall of other parts of the body.
For a time, it seemed as if a giant serpent was rolling under Jiang En’s skin, and its movements were getting increasingly violent.
And those old scars on the surface of the skin, under such violent tearing, quickly became fresh and red, with signs they might burst open again.
Of course, as a demigod, Fu Qian was quite clear that there were no strange creatures under the skin–all those eerie shapes were the result of Jiang En’s muscles gathering in a special pattern.
How marvelous!
This muscle serpent really made one curious as to how it was formed.
Amidst marveling, Fu Qian saw in his field of vision the “serpent” inside Jiang En, which seemed to have finally noticed the naked woman on the bed.
After a brief hesitation, the serpent head turned direction decisively and probed forward without looking back.
The stance was so firm, the force so strong, that Jiang En’s chest skin was pulled nearly translucent in an instant.
Eventually, with a pained grunt, some old scars could no longer hold and tore open once again.
This was no longer something that could be described by “lust is emptiness”–it was almost akin to severing the three corpses.
Witnessing this scene, Fu Qian nodded seriously.