Chapter 49: Seven Stars Seal the Mouth, Dragon Teeth Carry the Corpse

Evening. Black clouds drifted across, obscuring the crescent moon.

Taoyuan Plaza was draped in the colors of night. Gone was the bustle of the day; only scattered lights remained in the office floors—the guiding beacons illuminating the future for the 996-work-culture corporate slaves.

The thirteenth floor, Slim Pig Medical Aesthetics Technology Company.

When Zhang Fan arrived, the lights inside were still on, but no one could be seen. At this hour, everyone should have already clocked out.

"Is anyone here?"

Zhang Fan walked inside, looking all around. Seeing no response, he did not enter the main hall; the reception desk was also completely empty.

"Sister Tiantian?"

Zhang Fan called out toward the interior. Still, there was no response. He took out his phone and sent a voice message, telling Wang Tiantian that he was already at the door.

Immediately after, Zhang Fan wandered through the main hall on his own. The surrounding walls were plastered with various success stories: rhinoplasty, breast augmentation, body slimming, and so on.

As long as you had the need, they could send you back to the furnace to be remade, granting you a more perfect physique and appearance.

Zhang Fan had heard Wang Tiantian say that they had quite a few clients here who spent hundreds of thousands on their bodies. It was all high-tech; that figure and look—once they came out, they were all top-tier standouts.

Having invested such a huge amount of capital, they would show off on various social platforms and package themselves well. They could sell themselves for a high price and recoup their investment in a single month.

As the old saying goes: if the skin isn't broken and the flesh isn't ruined, self-reliance makes money fast. As long as the pants are pulled up, who's to say the girl isn't decent?

To this end, their company even launched "Beauty Loans," "Slimming Loans"... and there was even an underlying black industry chain. The money for the plastic surgery and packaging was all provided by them, but after success, the clients were required to entertain various guests from political and business circles for them. Depending on the cost, the duration of the service varied, ranging from half a year to two or three years.

Regarding this, Zhang Fan was not surprised. The He family originally came from a background of "Exorcism and Spirit-Inviting." They had dealings in both the underworld and the legitimate world, so they weren't exactly upright people. When it came to doing business, they naturally had no taboos.

"Hm? Why is there still a scent?"

Zhang Fan opened his phone, only to find that Wang Tiantian hadn't replied to his message. He turned to look inside and stepped in.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's brows twitched; he had caught a faint scent of blood.

With his current physical constitution, his six senses were sharp; it was not strange for him to smell such a subtle scent. Even in a medical company like this, smelling blood was nothing unusual...

The only strange thing was that this faint wisp of blood was devoid of any vitality. In other words, this was not blood from a living person...

Zhang Fan walked slowly forward, arriving at the innermost "Precision Research Room." He had heard Wang Tiantian mention that this was the company's core department, and ordinary people were usually not allowed inside.

But at this moment, the heavy door was left ajar, and the scent of blood here was at its most intense.

Zhang Fan hesitated slightly, then pushed the door open and entered. A scent of blood, almost thick enough to be tangible, rushed toward his face.

The scene before his eyes made Zhang Fan's expression shift slightly. Pale skins were hung in mid-air, and one could vaguely see the ferocious, twisted facial features, along with disheveled hair...

Eerie talismans were drawn upon those stark white skins...

In the innermost part, an earthen pool was filled with a scarlet liquid. Seven lamps were lit beside it; six were already burning, while the remaining one, facing north, had only a wisp of flame flickering on and off...

"Sister Tiantian!?"

Zhang Fan's expression shifted. He saw Wang Tiantian sitting cross-legged in that earthen pool, her eyes tightly shut, seemingly without a shred of vitality.

"The rootless tree, the flowers are dim; greedy for the red dust, who is willing to cultivate? The floating life is but a boat on a bitter sea, drifting to and fro, without freedom..."

Just at this moment, a cold, indifferent voice echoed eerily.

Zhang Fan focused his gaze and only then saw that in front of the earthen pool, beneath the stark white skins, sat another figure. It was none other than He Fei.

Behind him was enshrined an eerie portrait of a strange beast, shaped like a pig, thin as a stick, with incense smoke swirling ceaselessly.

"This poem by Zhang Sanfeng is well-written. Greedy for the red dust, one is never free; better to cultivate early and hope to become an immortal..."

"What a pity. Living in the red dust, since one is not master of one's own fate and lacks freedom, how can one escape to cultivate?"

He Fei sighed leisurely, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of the floating world.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Fan's expression was sharp. He looked at Wang Tiantian; he could no longer feel any vitality from her.

"Seven Stars Seal the Mouth, Dragon Teeth Carry the Corpse, flesh-sacrificed living victims, the ferocious birth of Dragon Saliva..." He Fei said indifferently.

Taoyuan Plaza was the location of the "Dragon Mouth" of a dragon vein in the Jinning District, and this room was the great ferocious position of the entire plaza...

Seven Stars Seal the Mouth, Dragon Teeth Carry the Corpse...

Over the past half year, six people had already died in this company. Only one more was needed to complete the sacrificial victims, allowing the dragon vein to revive and open its mouth to feed.

At that time, the great ferocious position would be like a dragon's mouth, producing saliva... That was a Daoist treasure. In ancient times, the path of External Alchemy was prevalent; it was once said that if one obtained Dragon Saliva, heaven and man could meet.

"You are called Zhang Fan... You've come at just the right time..."

He Fei raised his head to look over, a rare smile appearing on his cold face.

"You're crazy!"

Zhang Fan clenched his fists, True Yang surging within his body, preparing to step forward.

Whoosh...

Just at this moment, a palm landed on his shoulder, violently dragging him backward.

"Sister Wen!?"

"Don't go over there, that place is the most dangerous!"

Jiang Hu followed closely behind Little Wen He, hurriedly pulling Zhang Fan to the side, staring vigilantly at He Fei and the earthen pool behind him.

"People from the Night-Is-Not-Bright? This company really is full of hidden talents." He Fei looked at Little Wen He and chuckled lightly.

"Manager He, the commotion you've caused is too great..." Little Wen He shook her head and slowly took off her glasses. The originally gentle and approachable smile gradually vanished, replaced by a sharp, piercing look.

Tonight, the Qi of Taoyuan Plaza was running wild, the Great Yin was turbid, and the dragon vein was moving violently. If observed with the soul-aspect, the aura of great ferocity was surging like waves. Not to mention experts like Little Wen He, even the cockroaches and mice in the office building felt intense unease.

"Manager He, this ends here." Little Wen He's voice became indifferent and murderous, no longer as gentle as it usually was. Her words carried an irresistible, rolling momentum.

"Oh? Miss Wen, you are different from before. I'd like to see what methods you have." He Fei laughed.

Little Wen He remained silent, her hands forming seals. There were no ripples on her beautiful face, only a single word falling.

"Ferocious Evil!"

"Ten Evils Great Defeat!"

Roar...

Almost at the same moment, the entire building shook slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Zhang Fan's expression shifted slightly. If his soul-aspect moved, he would hear a strange sound, like a dragon's roar echoing, earth-shattering.

Little Wen He's delicate body trembled, the True Yang within her body collapsing along with it...

Her arts, her methods...

Failed before they could even form!!!

"How could this be?" Little Wen He gasped.

"Have you ever watched a tiger feed?" He Fei said indifferently.

"When a tiger feeds, other animals nearby don't even dare to move. If the king of beasts is like this, how much more so for a dragon vein?"

At these words, a cold, sharp smile appeared on He Fei's face.

"The dragon vein has revived, Dragon Teeth Carry the Corpse, great ferocious slaughter, the soul-aspect returns to silence..."

The current Taoyuan Plaza was like the dinner plate for this dragon vein. The fangs were already bared, and the practitioners' soul-aspects naturally dared not move, as if wearing shackles. How could they offend its majesty!? "Gluttony is the path to becoming an immortal..."

He Fei sneered, looking at Wang Tiantian in the blood pool. The only candle beside it that hadn't lit up flickered with an eerie flame.

"Time to hit the road."

As he spoke, He Fei looked at Zhang Fan: "We're all from the same company. Die early or die late, you have to die anyway..."

Hum...

The words had barely fallen when a surge of blood-Qi behind He Fei shot into the sky, like a fox's tail, violently sweeping toward Zhang Fan's head. The sharp edge hadn't even touched him yet, but it already made his skin and bones feel cold.

"Zhang Fan!" Little Wen He screamed.

Bang...

Just at this moment, an explosive sound rang out, shaking the eerie room. A figure appeared like a ghost or god, blocking in front of Zhang Fan. A fair, delicate fist violently smashed the blood-Qi that resembled a fox's tail to pieces.

"Jiang Lai!"

Zhang Fan looked at the girl with shoulder-length short hair before him, her ethereal eyes filled with nothing but unyielding determination.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 50 =====