66: Solo investigation

After playing for a while, the Little Girl quickly got sleepy.

After all, she was still a child who had only recently been weaned, and her energy was limited.

“Oh, right, Dad, what was Big Brother Qi here for today?”

After Jing Fan carried the sleeping Tian'er away, Chen Heng looked at his father.

From Qi Longhu’s demeanor, he seemed to have something to say to him.

But after being struck a blow, he had to swallow his words.

“Hall Master Qi said he came to check on your injuries, saying that the demon from Dacian Temple was difficult to deal with?”

“And also to bring that Liu Qingyun to you.”

Chen Fugui scrutinized Chen Heng up and down, unable to see where the boy was injured.

He looked full of spirit, jumping around lively.

“Is that all?” Chen Heng had thought something else had happened in the hall.

“Never mind me, Dad, has your business gotten off the ground yet?”

“It’s alright, it’s already on track. The supplier I knew before is still usable, and we’ll reopen the day after tomorrow.”

The moment Chen Fugui started talking about this, he couldn’t stop, as if he had grown many years younger.

This time, Chen Heng uncharacteristically patiently listened to Chen Fugui finish his ‘grand ambitions’.

“Dad, I have a plan, do you want to hear it?” Chen Heng interjected during Chen Fugui’s water break.

“Just say whatever it is. What can’t we, father and son, talk about?” Putting down his teacup, Chen Fugui waved his hand grandly.

“I was thinking, shouldn’t our house be renovated?”

Chen Heng rubbed his hands; he had long wanted his own Martial Arts Training Hall.

Every time he Cultivated at home, he had to hold back his strength, afraid of shaking the courtyard apart.

Although the White Tiger Hall’s Martial Arts Training Hall was very good, he couldn’t go there every day.

Ultimately, he needed to set up his own exclusive training ground.

“You boy, you want to set up your own training room, don’t you?” Chen Fugui saw right through Chen Heng’s thoughts.

This boy didn’t want to renovate the house at all; he just felt the house was too small and he couldn’t move his limbs freely.

“Don’t think your dad doesn’t care about you, just wait.”

Chen Fugui chuckled.

“I bought you a small courtyard of your own at the real estate agency two days ago.”

“It’s not too big, over six mu of land, enough for you to mess around.”

Chen Heng was pleasantly surprised. He had thought he would have to pay for a Martial Arts Training Hall himself.

He hadn’t expected his old man to be even faster than him.

“Son, I’m not rushing you to leave me an heir or anything,” Chen Fugui’s tone shifted, and he began his usual nagging, like an Old Woman’s foot wrapping.

“I know you are powerful now, but the world is so big, there are always those stronger than you…”

Chen Heng endured listening to Chen Fugui nag for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and quickly slipped away, using an excuse of having something to do.

“Forget it, I’m just sitting around anyway, I might as well go take a look at Little Li Family Village.”

Sitting in the carriage, Chen Heng let out a long sigh.

He had originally planned to rest well at home that afternoon; he had been working non-stop for almost two days.

Even as a Tongxuan Martial Artist, he would feel a hint of fatigue at this point.

Not to mention he had just gone through a fierce battle, and his physical exertion was unusually great.

“Old Liu, take me to Little Li Family Village,” Chen Heng knocked on the carriage window and instructed.

The situation in Little Li Family Village was completely different from Tugou Village.

The villagers there had no casualties, they had just all turned into monsters.

There was basically no intelligence whatsoever.

Only a few of the gang members sent to gather intelligence had returned alive.

Within a few days, they all went mad too.

“Vice Envoy Chen, that Hook Dragon Sword giving you this task is deliberately setting you up,”

The coachman, Old Liu, couldn't help but say.

“Even Hall Master Wu couldn’t solve the problem in Little Li Family Village, aren’t you just looking for trouble?”

“It’s fine, no big deal.”

Chen Heng was quite confident, after all, he could see things other Martial Artists couldn’t.

Seeing Chen Heng’s confidence, the coachman, Old Liu, stopped trying to persuade him.

He honestly dropped Chen Heng off on the roadside, a li away from Little Li Family Village.

“Vice Envoy Chen, I wouldn’t dare go any further.”

Chen Heng got out of the carriage. He didn’t make things difficult for Old Liu and walked towards Little Li Family Village alone.

Little Li Family Village was unusually quiet, a deathly silence.

It didn’t look like anyone lived there at all.

Following the grayish-green dirt road, Chen Heng walked towards the largest house in the entire village.

No, it should be called a manor.

This was once the residence of Steward Li of Little Li Family Village, who was also the village chief of Little Li Family Village.

The mottled and dilapidated red-painted gate was not completely closed, leaving a small gap.

Through that gap, Chen Heng clearly saw the scene inside the manor.

Moss-covered ground, rotting flowers and plants, bare tree branches.

There was even a fishy stench.

The entire manor was empty, devoid of Life Qi.

“Didn’t they say the villagers here all turned into monsters?” Chen Heng frowned. How could the intelligence be wrong again?

These gang members sent to gather intelligence were unreliable too.

Chen Heng didn’t push open the gate rashly but changed his angle to continue observing.

It was still that dilapidated scene: crumbling wooden windows, white silk fluttering in the wind.

And… a person who had appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.

That person, with disheveled hair, was staring straight at Chen Heng outside the gate.

Chen Heng was startled, his eyes instantly widening.

With his Qi and blood concentrated on his five senses, Chen Heng could clearly see that the person appeared to be a scholar?

He wore a tattered Confucian robe and held a gray folding fan in his hand.

However, the person’s face was expressionless, his eyes were completely black with no whites, and his face was as pale as paper.

If he hadn’t suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Heng, Chen Heng would have thought he was a dead person.

As a typical hothead, Chen Heng decided to go directly to check the situation.

But when he pushed the door open and entered the manor, the person vanished in the blink of an eye.

Chen Heng frowned. The moment he pushed the door, he had been slightly distracted.

He hadn’t even noticed when that person disappeared.

Exiting the manor, Chen Heng continued to wander through the village.

The entire Little Li Family Village remained in a deathly silence. The wooden houses were already starting to rot, clearly having been unmaintained for some time.

Some wooden doors were open, some were closed, and some swayed in the wind, emitting a harsh creaking sound.

The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose above the branches.

Chen Heng casually found a relatively intact wooden house and settled in.

According to his previous two experiences with Anomalies, what these things displayed during the day was usually just an illusion.

To catch their true form, he still needed to wait until night.

Chen Heng simply sat cross-legged on the still-intact wooden bed and began to Cultivate the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art.

He was growing increasingly fond of this Nine Revolutions Longevity Art.

Cultivating it for a night was more comfortable than sleeping, and his Internal Qi could grow at a visible rate.

Moreover, the moonlight was exceptionally good tonight, and the Zombie Body’s speed in absorbing moonlight had increased by thirty percent.

In the middle of the night, Chen Heng suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked through the broken wooden bed towards Steward Li’s manor.

His extremely sensitive five senses told Chen Heng that some unusual changes seemed to have occurred in that manor.

“Come, let me see your true form.”