If Pang Zhi is a member of the Dark Night Rose, killing him and asking the spirit will provide a lot of information, and the progress of capturing Black Wuchang can be accelerated... Zhang Yuanqing felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Black Wuchang is still nowhere to be found, and he is more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"But why does he want to kill me? Killing me at this critical moment will only cause complications." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't understand.

"He has his reasons for killing you. When I kill him, we will know from the spirit." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out red wine and a goblet, and said, "How about a glass?"

"I know that Li Dongze's habit is learned from someone else..." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have cola?"

Fu Qingyang put back a goblet and said lightly, "Then you have to wait until this is over and buy it yourself."

He sipped the sour red wine, his expression natural, not at all like going to kill someone, but more like going to a club...

Perhaps only the wealthy and noble families can cultivate such a calm and peaceful demeanor. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't do it. His mind was full of thoughts on how to kill Pang Zhi, how much information he knew about the Dark Night Rose, and the risks he would have to bear if the operation failed.

On the way, the two of them didn't speak anymore. Fu Qingyang held the wine glass and looked out at the night scenery from time to time, taking a sip.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of his seat and lay down to rest, restoring his energy and spirit.

After about twenty minutes, Fu Qingyang put down the wine glass. At the same time, the business car slowed down.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, got up and looked out of the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end residential area. The style of this residential area was extremely luxurious and fashionable, with orderly black-brick buildings.

In front of the residential area was a square, with a fountain pool in the center. At first glance, it looked like a high-end hotel.

So rich, the housing prices here are at least 150,000 yuan or more, Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.

"Captain, should we just go in like this? Won't it alert the enemy? Shouldn't we make some preparations in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his thoughts.

Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Pang Wudi sent an evil spirit to kill you. At this moment, he must be waiting for news at home. It is the most prudent choice to wait patiently until the evil spirit returns.

We come in the middle of the night to catch him off guard. The more preparations we make, the easier it is for him to notice."

Although his tone was cold, the young master patiently explained to his trusted subordinate. After finishing, he changed the subject:

"But necessary investigations still need to be done to prevent any members of the Dark Night Rose from disrupting our plans."

How to investigate? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand and pointed it like a sword, pressing it against his forehead.

In the next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a faint white ripple emanating from Fu Qingyang's forehead, spreading like water waves into the distance. The further it spread, the lighter the white light became, until it was imperceptible.

After more than ten seconds, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There are no ambushes nearby."

Seeing his subordinate's stunned expression, he smiled faintly, "Don't be surprised, this is reconnaissance!"

And what Zhang Yuanqing thought was: This is true vision. Compared to that, Li Dongze is just a fake eye.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and came to the guard booth at the entrance of the residential area, calmly looking at the security guard and said, "Open the gate!"

In this wealthy residential area, access is controlled by a card reader.

The security guard looked at the outstanding and elegant young man in front of him, dressed in a neat and exquisite white suit, with a simple short ponytail. He exuded a handsome aura that was unapproachable.

His gaze was deep and calm, and when he looked at you, he seemed like a high and mighty king, with elegance and nobility.

The security guard respectfully asked, "Sir, which household are you from?"

Fu Qingyang calmly said, "Open the gate, don't waste my time."

For some reason, a sense of awe and submission surged in the security guard's heart, and he opened the gate with fear and respect.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, walked through the iron gate, and entered the residential area.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the security guard, "Wait! Which household are you from?"

Recalling the scene just now, Zhang Yuanqing put on a serious face, with deep and calm eyes, imitating Fu Qingyang's kingly temperament, and said lightly, "Don't waste my time."

The security guard scrutinized him up and down, waved impatiently, "Go, go, go."

"... " Zhang Yuanqing's face turned slightly embarrassed, and he had to use his charm to deceive the old man and quietly slip into the residential area.

Hmm, it's not that my aura is inferior to Fu Qingyang's, but different professions have different abilities. He can't charm the old man like I can silently regain his respect.

Catching up with Fu Qingyang in quick steps, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice, "Captain, why didn't we climb over the wall? Going through the main gate will leave traces."

The figure in the white suit walked forward confidently and said lightly, "Don't forget your identity. We are the official side."

Okay, if it were Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing silently mocked in his heart.

On the west side of the residential building, on the 21st floor, there was a large flat floor.

In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo uniform and with a square face, sat silently and seriously in front of the bar counter, dragging a glass with his palm.

In front of him, on the marble bar counter, there was a bottle of whiskey and an old-fashioned mobile phone.

Pang Wudi was waiting for the evil spirit in the phone to return.The current time was two in the morning, and the evil spirit had not yet returned, indicating that the target had not been eliminated.

However, Pang Wudi was not in a hurry. He didn't believe that Yuan Shi Tian Zun could evade the pursuit of the evil spirit. The Night Wanderer did not possess the ability to enter the dream realm. Once he entered the dream, he was doomed.

After obtaining this artifact, Pang Wudi had used it to kill several enemies whom he found inconvenient to deal with himself, and he had never failed.

This artifact was a perfect tool for assassination, killing without a trace, leaving no clues even for the most astute scouts.

The only drawback was that it was almost useless against enemies at the Saint level, and the price for using it was that after ten uses, the evil spirit would pursue its master in his dreams.

Of course, for Pang Wudi, who was at the Saint level, this was at most a minor inconvenience.

"After Yuan Shi Tian Zun's death, Fu Qingyang will surely be furious, but it's unlikely he'll suspect me. However, he is sharp, I need to be careful for the next three days..."

Pang Wudi drained his glass of wine. Just then, an image flashed through his mind:

Fu Qingyang, dressed in a white suit, leading a handsome young man to the security door.

This image was transmitted by the potted plant outside his door. As a Saint-level Wood Demon, he could communicate with plants within a small range, turning them into his "eyes".

Yuan Shi Tian Zun is not dead? He's come to my door? How is that possible?!

Pang Wudi's pupils contracted, and a wave of shock and confusion washed over him. He quickly made a decision to leave.

First, he needed to leave, inform the contact "Heaven's Injustice" about the failed assassination, report to his superiors, and then wait for orders, adapting to the situation.

In any case, he couldn't stay here now, at least he needed to dispose of the assassination artifact.

Having made his decision, Pang Wudi rushed towards the balcony, attempting to escape through the window.

"Clank, clank..."

The lock on the security door was melted into molten iron, dripping down.

The security door then opened, and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't bother running, you can't escape." Fu Qingyang said calmly, looking at the figure rushing towards the balcony.

Without looking back, Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores. These spores grew rapidly in the wind, transforming into octopus-like plants that enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing dove to the side, avoiding the incoming "octopus" plants.

He hadn't expected the two sides to start fighting without even exchanging words.

Fu Qingyang didn't retreat, walking through the sea of plants. He seemed to have calculated the trajectory of the octopus plants, casually avoiding all the incoming plants.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, revealing a small dark green flag, which he flicked out with a bent finger.

"Poof!"

The flag pinned into the balcony tiles, and a greenish screen rose up, forming a cage that trapped Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled, like an inflated balloon, transforming into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles were like vines, taut and hard.

He slammed a fist onto the screen, causing a burst of green light to sweep across the living room.

By this time, Fu Qingyang had already reached the balcony entrance, pulling out a rusty bronze sword from his item bar.

A trace of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he spat out a cloud of grey fog.

In the fog were spores barely visible to the naked eye. These spores had a strong predatory nature. Once they touched a living organism, they would grow wildly until they drained all life force.

The dense fog rolled in, and even the scout's "prediction" couldn't avoid this attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat half a step. He grabbed a white flag in his left hand, on which was embroidered a majestic white tiger.

"Roar!"

The illusory roar of a tiger echoed in the room, dispersing the fog.

Fu Qingyang stepped forward, raising the bronze sword high.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly began to tremble, his legs seemed uncoordinated, his left foot wanted to dodge to the left, his right foot wanted to escape to the right, and his upper body had its own ideas...

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In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor to cover his three-meter-tall body.

Fu Qingyang slashed down with his sword.

The next moment, the vine armor was split open, flesh and blood separated, and the three-meter-tall giant was cut in half. Organs "splashed" down, and deep red blood spread across the balcony tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who had witnessed this scene from behind, was both shocked and delighted, various thoughts flashing through his mind:

Is he dead? A Saint just died like that...

Why didn't he dodge? Was that sword strike really that hard to avoid...

Fu Qingyang retracted his bronze sword and the flag, and looked back calmly: "Come and question the spirit!"

"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing gathered his scattered thoughts and quickly walked over.

PS: I'll correct any typos later.