Chapter 92: Bone-Eroding Powder

In the deserted alley, it was so quiet that only the soft, crisp sound of Cheng Feng's footsteps could be heard. Like an agile leopard, he wove through the cover of darkness, moving quietly toward the direction of Nie Hu's home.

He had already confirmed that Nie Hu would be spending the night at the brothel; this was Cheng Feng's best opportunity.

If the Bone-Eroding Powder was not on Nie Hu's person, then his home was the best place for it to be hidden.

As the distance closed, Cheng Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated. He knew that if he couldn't find it tonight, the probability of the Bone-Eroding Powder being on a person was higher, and the subsequent response plan would have to be more extreme. He hoped it was in Nie Hu's home!

Finally, he arrived in front of Nie Hu's house. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, spilling onto the square mahogany door and casting mottled shadows. Cheng Feng took a deep breath to calm his mood, then lightly climbed over the wall.

The courtyard was pitch black, with only a faint, flickering candlelight coming from afar. Cheng Feng walked in cautiously, groping his way forward in the darkness based on his memory.

After some twists and turns, Cheng Feng finally arrived at the study where the Bone-Eroding Powder might be. His heart pounded like a drum, and his palms were full of sweat. He knew he could not afford any mistakes, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

He gently took the Small White Bottle from his bosom and, by the moonlight, watched the changes in the Small White Bottle.

According to what Wang Hu said, Nie Hu had the habit of sorting and placing items in categories; if that were the case, he would not place the so-called Bone-Eroding Powder in the bedroom or a side room.

Bone-Eroding, Bone-Eroding—just hearing the name, it didn't sound like a good thing.

Then it could only be placed in a specific, fixed location, such as a study or a fixed place like a secret room.

Cheng Feng could fully accept that the study might have a secret room, but Cheng Feng was not a professional thief.

His past-life experience was only for reference.

He had also come last night, but found nothing.

Continuing to search tonight, he was also relying on the Small White Bottle to come and probe a little.

Holding the Small White Bottle and borrowing the light of the moon, Cheng Feng Shrinked the search range from large to small.

He watched as the Small White Bottle emitted a faint glow after passing a certain spot.

Cheng Feng was secretly delighted; this trip was not in vain.

After groping around, he finally discovered a floor tile that was different from the others.

Cheng Feng's fingers lightly felt that floor tile under the moonlight; he could feel its edges seemed slightly raised, completely different from the smoothness of the other tiles. His heart leaped with joy; this was very likely the mechanism leading to a secret room.

He took a deep breath to steady his nervous emotions. Then, he cautiously pressed the edge of that floor tile. With a soft "Crack!" sound, the floor actually moved slowly to one side, revealing a pitch-black entrance.

A surge of excitement rose in Cheng Feng's heart; he knew he had found it. He squatted down and looked into the opening. He saw that it was pitch black inside, bottomless, and a cold, sinister aura wafted out from the hole, making him shiver involuntarily.

Cheng Feng slowly crawled into the opening and then followed the steps inside, walking down step by step. The gloomy environment made Cheng Feng's heartbeat accelerate, and his breathing became rapid.

As he walked deeper, the light inside the cave became dimmer and dimmer. Cheng Feng had to grope his way forward based on his senses.

But just at this moment, Cheng Feng suddenly felt a strong smell of blood coming from ahead.

He was startled and immediately stopped his footsteps.

Cheng Feng had killed people, but not many; in a one-sided fight where he was strong and the opponent was weak, Cheng Feng had no second thoughts.

But this thick, pungent smell of blood almost made Cheng Feng faint.

Cheng Feng dared not imagine what the situation was like inside.

But for the sake of the Bone-Eroding Powder, and to kill that Alchemist Nie Yuan, Cheng Feng had to take the risk.

In the darkness, the sound of Cheng Feng's heartbeat seemed to become the only melody, each beat accompanied by fear of the unknown. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but that smell of blood was like an invisible Sharp Blade, stabbing into his heart and making it impossible for him to be calm.

He closed his eyes and let his mind perceive the surrounding environment. He heard the faint sound of dripping water and felt the dampness and cold permeating the air. He knew he could not just give up like this; the Bone-Eroding Powder was his goal, and Nie Yuan was the enemy he had to eliminate.

Cheng Feng opened his eyes again and gripped the blade in his hand tightly; the cold touch of the hilt made him feel a little more at ease. He continued to walk forward, every step cautious, fearing he might trigger some mechanism or trap.

As he walked closer, the smell of blood became stronger. His stomach began to churn, but he endured the nausea and continued forward. Finally, he arrived in a huge cavern.

Walking into the cavern, under the illumination of torches all around, a thick, pungent smell of blood rushed to his nose, making one want to vomit. The scene before his eyes was hair-raising: the ground, the walls, the ceiling... everything was stained with fresh blood, as if the entire cavern had been soaked in a pool of blood. And those people who should have been alive were now broken, mangled corpses, lying helter-skelter on the ground.

Their faces still retained the terror and despair from before they died; some bodies were twisted into bizarre postures, as if they had experienced extremely painful torture before death; others were already unrecognizable, making it difficult to identify their identities. The entire scene was as terrifying as hell, making one shudder. Seeing this scene, Cheng Feng's heart couldn't help but tremble.

What kind of living hell is this?

It felt as if there was a foreign object in his throat, and his stomach was also churning, stimulated by this scene.

Cheng Feng covered his mouth and nose, afraid that the Alchemist might be in the cave, and observed cautiously for a while.

His heart stirred slightly; no one was there. That was truly great.

He hurried toward a small cavern to the side.

There were traces of human activity there.

Cheng Feng only wanted to get the so-called Bone-Eroding Powder quickly and then get out of there immediately.

This was no place for a human to stay. The Small White Bottle in his hand was still flickering with a faint light, giving Cheng Feng a little bit of comfort.

He stepped into the cave with light footsteps, only to see that the cave was furnished like a place where a normal person would live: a bed and a desk were placed inside. Borrowing the faint light emitted by the Small White Bottle and its unique color, Cheng Feng easily found a small black bottle.

After examining it for a moment, Cheng Feng discovered that apart from the color being slightly different from the others, its size, shape, and style were identical, from which it could be inferred that they all came from the same person's hand.

However, Cheng Feng had no interest in delving into this; his gaze was immediately attracted by two or three books on the table. Without a second thought, he stuffed these books into his bosom, then turned and left quickly along the path he had come.

When he returned outside the cave, the night was still as dark as thick ink. The surroundings were silent, and the entire courtyard was deathly still. Seeing this, Cheng Feng felt slightly relieved, but he still dared not let his guard down. He took a deep breath and ran wildly until he was far away from this place before stopping his footsteps.

After calming his nervous emotions slightly, Cheng Feng cautiously put that stone slab back in its original place, trying his best to restore everything to its original state. Only after doing this did he truly heave a sigh of relief.

Looking at the three books and the Bone-Eroding Powder in his bosom, Cheng Feng pondered: what should he do next?