197: Chapter 197 Corpse Dissection Immortal

Han Jingyang picked up the pink scissors in the flowerpot and made a motion to snip a branch.

The next second, the woman in white instantly appeared by his side, swinging a kitchen knife toward his neck.

He remained motionless, even letting out a slight smile.

The kitchen knife struck Han Jingyang's neck silently.

But it caused no harm whatsoever.

On the contrary, a flash of white light from Han Jingyang's body directly shattered the kitchen knife formed from condensed black energy.

The moment the knife turned back into black energy, the woman in white vanished once again.

Interesting.

Han Jingyang crouched down and prepared to snip the branch again.

The woman in white appeared once more.

Repeating this process, the woman in white tirelessly appeared, vanished, appeared, and vanished.

But soon, he noticed that the woman's figure was becoming somewhat transparent, no longer as solid as before.

When he made the motion to snip the branch for the twelfth time, the woman in white spoke: "Why toy with a puppet like this?"

Han Jingyang turned to look directly at the woman in white who had suddenly spoken. He wasn't shocked at all because it was exactly as he had expected; it was merely being confirmed now.

Thinking this, he waved his hand toward Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing. "You two go guard downstairs. Don't let anyone in."

Liu Jing was stunned. "Boss?"

Shi Xiaoya, however, didn't say a word and dragged Liu Jing downstairs.

Once the two women left, Han Jingyang sat down leisurely on the sofa and pointed to the rattan chair opposite him. "Want to sit down and chat?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the woman in white slowly floated to the rattan chair and sat down. "What does the gentleman wish to say?"

Han Jingyang looked directly at the woman's eerie face and said softly, "I've met your parents."

"What?"

The woman in white turned pale with shock. She instantly rushed in front of Han Jingyang, reaching out with sharp nails to claw at his neck.

Han Jingyang was completely unmoved, not even blinking, as he quietly watched the woman in white exerting herself against him.

Oh, right, she has a name—Wang Wei.

Wang Wei's emotions were so intense that the Feng Shui of the entire villa began to stir. Her figure even grew larger, gradually merging with the woman he had seen before entering the house.

Perhaps they were one and the same to begin with?

Watching Wang Wei, whose attack power was growing stronger while the backlash she suffered also intensified, Han Jingyang sighed softly. "Don't you want to know how they are doing now?"

Wang Wei calmed down instantly and quickly reverted to her form as the woman in white. "How are they?"

"Dead."

"What?"

"They were murdered. Their deaths were similar to yours—a locked room, a tragic end, looking like both suicide and homicide. It was brutal. People from the Capital have even been sent to investigate."

"I know who the killer is—"

"I know too."

Wang Wei's expression froze instantly. "You know?"

Han Jingyang nodded with a smile. "I'm the one who found out."

"And then?"

"The killer is dead too. In a way, I've avenged you and your parents."

Wang Wei wasn't happy at all; instead, she slumped into the chair, looking lost and despondent.

Seeing this, Han Jingyang sighed again.

As expected, he knew this matter wasn't that simple.

Sigh, this damn metaphysics circle is never peaceful.

Without looking deep into it, one wouldn't know, but once you do, it's full of monsters and demons. One wrong move and you're reduced to ashes. Someone like Wang Wei, who could still guard her spiritual core and maintain her sapience, was already very lucky.

Of course, judging from the current situation, this Wang Wei wasn't simple either. At the very least, she possessed more information than he did.

In comparison, he really was a complete rookie, a reckless brute, a small fry in the martial world who dared to charge around without knowing anything.

Fortunately, he was powerful; otherwise, he would have stumbled long ago.

Thinking this, he asked directly, "Don't you want to know who the killer is?"

Wang Wei shook her head, then nodded. Her long black hair swayed, occasionally revealing a face as white as paper. "I know who it is."

"Right. Then you should also know he wasn't the true mastermind, correct?"

Wang Wei looked up in surprise. "How do you know?"

Han Jingyang sighed. "So, the real killer is someone else. You, your parents, and Huang Jianyong were just a part of it, right? And He Dingkun played a very important role in it too, didn't he?"

Wang Wei remained silent for a long time. "Whose disciple are you?"

"I have no sect."

"Impossible. The dharma instruments on you couldn't possibly be owned by a rogue practitioner with no sect."

“Ms. Wang, times have changed. The phones used in the year you died still had large bezels, but now people are using folding screens. The metaphysics circle has also undergone earth-shaking changes. So, don't judge the current situation based on your old perceptions."

Wang Wei was silent for a long time again. "What is your name?"

"Han Jingyang."

"What do you want to do?"

"Catch the killer who murdered Wang Xiaoyong. Was it you?"

Wang Wei nodded. "It was me."

"Why?"

"He deserved to die."

"It seems my guess was correct."

Wang Wei asked warily, "What else do you know?"

"You, Wang Binbin, and Wang Xiaoyong—you all knew each other, right?"

"You, you..."

Han Jingyang stretched. "It seems I have the potential to be a master detective. I actually guessed it. So, Ms. Wang, will you confess and submit to the law, or will you put up a desperate fight?"

Wang Wei sneered. "I am no match for you, but don't think you can catch me either."

"That's not necessarily true. I told you, don't use your shallow knowledge to judge my strength. I have many tricks," Han Jingyang smiled. "Besides, I know where your true body is. No, I shouldn't use the word 'true body.' I should use the term 'vessel' or 'corpse-free object.'"

Wang Wei looked at him as if he were a ghost, jumping back repeatedly. "You, don't think you can bluff me. I'm not falling for that."

Han Jingyang laughed. "Is that so?"

He stood up and walked to the edge of the balcony. "Speaking of which, I've heard many stories about Corpse-Free Immortals, but this is the first time I've seen someone like you who actually used this thing as a vessel. It just seems your skills aren't quite up to par. You're not quite like the legendary Corpse-Free Immortals; you've simply transferred your consciousness from your body to a dead object without truly achieving ascension."

Wang Wei panicked, truly panicked. She fell to her knees with a thud. "Mr. Han, you are a master. I beg you, do not destroy me. I... I don't want to die. I don't want to leave this bright, sunny world yet."

Han Jingyang picked up the pink scissors.

The design was that of common flower shears, nothing special about them except that the handle was pink, giving them a bit of a girlish look.

However, the moment he picked up these shears, it actually triggered a system prompt.

He hadn't been idle while teasing Wang Wei earlier; he had been studying the uniqueness of these shears and finally performed an appraisal.

"Name: Corpse-Free Immortal (Wang Wei) vessel Shears."

"Grade: Rank 5."

"Attribute: Spirit Nourishment +7."

"Skill: Spirit Manipulation."

What did that mean?

It meant that these scissors were the vessel for Wang Wei after her corpse-free transformation.

Spirit Nourishment meant it could sustain a spirit.

The skill Spirit Manipulation was also self-explanatory; it allowed the manipulation of spirits and ghosts. Wang Wei's manipulation of the woman in white to clean and do housework was the effect of this skill.

In other words, Han Jingyang had once again pulled back a corner of the veil hiding this world, discovering practitioners that only existed in legends.