65: Switch

Ye Wuhuan couldn't help but frown. He was in high spirits when he was suddenly interrupted, naturally feeling a bit displeased.

But he still patiently took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and saw it was Old Ghost. His expression then softened slightly as he answered the call.

"Hello, Old Ghost, what's the matter?"

"Young Master, the Demon Corpse only needs the blood of two more women to be completed, but the Police in the City have been watching closely lately, making it inconvenient to act." Old Ghost's deep, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

"Still need the blood of two women? What's so difficult about that? I happen to have one here. Once I'm tired of her, just have someone come and take her away."

As Ye Wuhuan spoke, he cast a sinister glance at Qin Shou, who was slumped on the sofa, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"A woman's blood? This guy wouldn't be involved with the Blood God Cult, would he?"

Everything Ye Wuhuan said was heard clearly by Qin Shou.

Qin Shou's heart was like a stormy sea at this moment. He never expected that he, who originally wanted to earn some extra money and incidentally seize this person's luck, would, by a lucky coincidence, run into someone from the Blood God Cult.

This was truly a case of finding what he sought without looking for it, and getting it without effort.

Actually, under normal circumstances, Qin Shou, who had been drugged, would have been completely unconscious by now.

But Ye Wuhuan didn't know that Qin Shou was a true man, so the dosage of the drug was less, which is why Qin Shou hadn't completely passed out.

Coupled with Qin Shou's Yellow Rank Initial Stage strength, when he slumped onto the sofa earlier, Qin Shou began to try and circulate the true qi within his body to expel the drug's effects, and found that it indeed worked. So, Qin Shou was currently feigning unconsciousness.

"Alright, it's nothing. When I'm tired of her, I'll inform you."

After speaking, he tossed his phone aside and eagerly leaned towards Qin Shou, a sinister smile on his face, like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. He grabbed Qin Shou's hands, intending to first tie him up with a belt, to prevent Qin Shou from suddenly waking up and resisting while he tormented him.

"Screw you!"

The moment Ye Wuhuan approached, the previously "unconscious" Qin Shou suddenly exploded, a punch like a cannonball, carrying immense force, smashing heavily into Ye Wuhuan's head.

Qin Shou possessed the strength of boxing champion Tyson. Ye Wuhuan, completely unprepared, took the full force of this punch, feeling a buzzing in his head before his vision went black, and he immediately fainted, his body collapsing limply like a pile of mud.

The instant Ye Wuhuan fainted, Qin Shou keenly noticed another golden light flying out from Ye Wuhuan's body and entering his own.

Moreover, this time the purple-gold light that flew in was much more abundant than before! It seemed Ling'er was right; the more Ye Wuhuan was frustrated, the more of his luck he could seize!

Qin Shou was ecstatic, thinking that this time he had truly struck it rich. He earned money, seized a lot of luck, and might even be able to follow the clues to find the Blood God Cult's base. It was truly killing three birds with one stone!

After knocking out Ye Wuhuan, Qin Shou dared not delay for a moment and immediately began to deftly search Ye Wuhuan's person for valuables. He first pulled out a bulging wallet from Ye Wuhuan's pocket. Opening it, he saw an ID card, several bank cards, and a thick stack of brand new US dollars.

Qin Shou took out the ID card from the wallet and, using the dim light, examined it carefully.

"So this guy is called Ye Wuhuan!"

Qin Shou put Ye Wuhuan's ID card back into the wallet, then took out all the US dollars inside. He roughly estimated that, converted to RMB, it was about seventy to eighty thousand.

"Damn, he's rich alright, carrying so much cash on him."

Qin Shou grinned, unceremoniously pocketing the US dollars.

After collecting the cash, Qin Shou was still not satisfied, so he also took off the large gold chain around Ye Wuhuan's neck and the Swiss watch on his wrist.

"Hehe, these should also sell for a good amount of money."

Qin Shou weighed the gold chain and watch in his hand, a satisfied smile on his face.

After completely stripping Ye Wuhuan of his valuables, Qin Shou finally picked up Ye Wuhuan's phone with satisfaction and unlocked it using Ye Wuhuan's fingerprint.

After unlocking it, Qin Shou found the phone number Old Ghost had just called from and composed a text message to send.

"Heaven and Earth World, private room 105, two hours later, bring two people."

After sending the message, Qin Shou tossed Ye Wuhuan's phone aside, then stripped Ye Wuhuan of his clothes, and took off his own women's clothing and wig, putting them all on Ye Wuhuan.

He, in turn, put on Ye Wuhuan's clothes. Fortunately, Ye Wuhuan's build was not much different from Qin Shou's, and both of them found the other's clothes quite fitting.

After doing all this, Qin Shou was still not entirely at ease, so he took out the lipstick and powder he carried with him and applied a simple makeup to Ye Wuhuan.

This Young Master, Ye Wuhuan, already had a somewhat effeminate temperament, and after putting on women's makeup, he actually looked quite attractive, almost indistinguishable as male or female.

Having completed all this, Qin Shou calmly put on the sunglasses he had prepared earlier and pulled down a dark baseball cap. He sat steadily in the private room, waiting for the Blood God Cult members to arrive, planning his next move.

During this time, Ye Wuhuan woke up once in a daze, but was quickly knocked unconscious again by Qin Shou.

A little over an hour later, a soft knock finally sounded outside the private room.

"Who is it?"

Qin Shou immediately became alert. He lowered his voice, imitating Ye Wuhuan's usual tone, and asked in a deep voice.

"The Cult Master sent us."

The people outside were clearly also very cautious, their voices extremely low, but Qin Shou, with his sharp senses, and leaning against the door, could hear them clearly.

Upon hearing the words "Cult Master," Qin Shou was basically certain that the newcomers were indeed from the Blood God Cult. However, he never expected that this Ye Wuhuan would actually be involved with the Blood God Cult's Cult Master. It seemed he had reeled in a big fish this time.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Qin Shou pulled the brim of his baseball cap even lower, obscuring his face, and then unhurriedly opened the private room door.

"Come in," he said without lifting his head.

The two Blood God Cult members outside had never seen Ye Wuhuan before, and coupled with Qin Shou's lowered head and sunglasses, they didn't have any suspicions and walked straight in.

"Is this her?" one of them asked, his gaze falling on the unconscious Ye Wuhuan.

"Mm," Qin Shou nodded in response.

"Hehe, she looks quite sturdy, should be able to bleed a lot." One of them showed a sinister smile.

"Don't dawdle, hurry up."

Qin Shou deliberately urged them.

"Hehe, understood."

The two understood, immediately stepped forward, each supporting one of Ye Wuhuan's arms, and thus swaggered out, carrying him.