136: Chapter 136 Madness After Bail

The rain had just stopped at the entrance of the Donghai City police station.

Attorney Zhang held up a black umbrella and opened the door of the Rolls-Royce for Su Yang.

Su Yang looked down at the electronic ankle monitor on his wrist, which was blinking with a green light—it was designed to look like a sports wristband, but the GPS chip and high-voltage capacitor inside were real.

"Young Master Su, please." Attorney Zhang wore a professional, fake smile. "Although the bail was successful, it is best for you to keep a low profile these next few days. That Director Gu is very difficult to deal with."

Su Yang snorted coldly and climbed into the car.

The leather seats were soft, but he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

The car started, and the streetscape outside the window retreated rapidly. Su Yang closed his eyes, his mind filled with Gu Changan's indifferent face and that phrase, "Stand straight when you're taking a beating."

"Gu Changan..." Su Yang's fingers dug fiercely into the leather armrest, his nails snapping, but he felt no pain. "I roamed the Immortal Realm for three thousand years; when have I ever endured such crap!"

The Rolls-Royce drove into the hillside villa district.

As soon as he entered the house, Su Yang kicked over a blue-and-white porcelain vase worth a million at the entrance.

Crash!

Shards flew everywhere.

The servants were so frightened that they huddled in the corner, shivering.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Su Yang roared like a crazed beast. He grabbed the antique calligraphy, paintings, and imported appliances in the living room, smashing everything to pieces. Half an hour later, the originally luxurious living room looked as if it had just gone through a demolition.

After venting his anger, Su Yang slumped in the ruins, panting heavily.

This Physical Body was too useless. He had only been smashing things for a while, yet his heart rate was already over 120, and his muscles ached as if they were falling apart.

"This cannot go on." Su Yang's face was gloomy as he picked up half a bottle of whiskey that hadn't been smashed from the floor and took a swig. "Relying on this Physical Body to Cultivate, even if I drained the earth's veins beneath this villa, it would take eight or ten years to reach Foundation Establishment."

By then, Gu Changan would probably be retired.

He couldn't wait that long. He wanted Gu Changan dead right now.

Su Yang's gaze fell upon a blood-stained fruit knife on the coffee table. It was from when he had accidentally cut his hand while going crazy earlier.

The smell of blood stimulated his nerves.

Deep in his memory, a sealed Demonic Path secret technique surfaced—[Asura Blood Puppet Technique].

As long as there were enough corpses, by using corpse energy and resentment to refine them into blood-thirsty Puppets that felt no pain and possessed immense strength, he could walk sideways in this world devoid of Spiritual Qi.

Corpses.

Where could he find a large number of corpses?

Su Yang narrowed his eyes; the memories of this body's original owner gave him the answer.

The hospital morgue.

Late at night, Donghai City Central Hospital.

The third basement level, the morgue.

It was kept at a constant temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius all year round, and the air was filled with the smell of formalin and the musty scent peculiar to dead people.

Old Wang in the duty room was wrapped in a military coat, dozing off, with the midnight theater playing on the small television in front of him.

Knock, knock, knock.

The iron door was knocked.

Old Wang opened his eyes groggily and, through the greasy glass window, saw a pale yet young face.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night like this, if you want to collect a body, follow the proper procedures and go upstairs to get the paperwork." Old Wang waved his hand impatiently.

The young man didn't speak; he just pulled a thick stack of things from his bosom and pushed it through the gap in the window.

They were two stacks of brand-new hundred-yuan bills.

Old Wang's eyes went straight instantly.

"I am Su Yang." The young man said expressionlessly. "From the Su Group. I want to go in and take a look, to find a relative. I don't want to disturb those upstairs; this money is for your trouble."

Old Wang swallowed his saliva. The eldest young master of the Su Group? Looking for a relative? In this godforsaken place?

Although the excuse was ridiculously lame, the twenty thousand yuan was real.

"Well... Young Master Su, you can only look for ten minutes. I've turned off the surveillance, so do as you please." Old Wang nimbly pocketed the money, took out the keys, and opened the heavy iron door.

Su Yang walked into the morgue.

The cold air hit his face, causing his restless Divine Soul to calm down slightly.

Rows of morgue cabinets looked like silent coffins.

Su Yang walked up to a cabinet and pulled it open.

A middle-aged male corpse, died in a car accident, limbs incomplete.

"Tsk, trash." Su Yang pushed it back in disgust.

He pulled open another one. An old lady, died of illness, devoid of essence.

"Also waste."

Su Yang picked and chose in the morgue as if he were shopping at a vegetable market. He needed Materials that had died unnatural deaths, were full of resentment, and had relatively intact bodies.

Finally, in a freezer in the corner, he found the corpse of a strong man who had been sent in not long ago. The cause of death was a brawl; there were dozens of knife wounds on the body, his eyes were wide open, and he had died with a grievance.

"Not bad, this one is interesting." Su Yang nodded with satisfaction, pressed his finger against the center of the corpse's eyebrows, and a faint trace of Devilish Qi drilled inside.

The corpse's fingers suddenly twitched.

Meanwhile, several kilometers away, at the monitoring center of the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

Gu Changan was holding a bowl of freshly made braised beef noodles, sitting in front of a giant display screen.

The screen displayed the real-time footage of the Donghai City Central Hospital morgue. Although Old Wang had turned off the public surveillance, he did not know that the hospital's security System had long been connected to the internal network of the Bureau of Anomalies.

The image was in infrared thermal imaging mode.

Su Yang was like a glowing humanoid heat source, muttering words to a corpse, gesticulating, and occasionally emitting a few strange laughs.

"Boss, what is this old guy doing?" Chen Xiaobei bit into a ham sausage, looking disgusted. "Spending money to go to the morgue in the middle of the night to touch corpses? What kind of hobby is this?"

Gu Changan slurped a mouthful of noodles and pointed calmly at the screen: "He is refining a corpse."

"Refining a corpse?" Chen Xiaobei nearly choked. "What era is this? He still believes in this? What can this thing do after being refined? Help him move bricks?"

"For a Demonic Path practitioner, this is the fastest way to quickly build combat power." Gu Changan put down his fork. "His cultivation is currently sealed, and his Physical Body is weak; he urgently needs bodyguards. He cannot trust ordinary bodyguards; only these obedient dead people are the most useful."

"Then are we going to arrest him?"

"Arrest him for what?" Gu Changan wiped his mouth. "The current evidence can at most convict him of desecrating a corpse, with a maximum sentence of three years. That is not enough."

He stared at Su Yang, who was hard at work "casting spells" on the screen, his eyes revealing the playful look of a hunter watching prey.

"Let him refine it."

"I want to see if his so-called Demonic Path Puppet can withstand our newly equipped individual anti-tank rocket launcher."