Chapter 549

"Yes, your grandfather begged me to give him a quick death."

Feng Baobao didn't look at the cold smile on Zhang Chulan's face:

"He said he had been hit by the Dan-Devouring Poison of the Tang Sect in Shu; this extraordinary technique made him wish he were dead, and he only sought to be liberated sooner."

"As for why he found me."

A look of confusion appeared on Feng Baobao's usually expressionless face:

"Your grandfather seemed to have seen me somewhere, but I had amnesia, and I don't remember."

"This reason doesn't hold water."

Zhang Chulan frowned, full of suspicion about Feng Baobao's words.

The logic here seems to hold, but his grandfather was nearly a hundred years old when he died,

and Feng Baobao looks only in her twenties; how could there be any intersection between them?

"You can find others to verify."

Feng Baobao didn't demand that Zhang Chulan completely believe her one-sided story.

"Verify..."

Figures appeared in Zhang Chulan's mind, including Xu San and Xu Si,

and even Xia He and Lü Liang who kidnapped him, but the person he finally locked onto was—Zhang Jie.

Although Xu San and Xu Si are high-ranking officials in the North China region and have the authority to read various classified documents,

and should know the events of that year in great detail, they are Xu Xiang's sons

and have a deep relationship with Feng Baobao, so the possibility of them colluding to deceive him cannot be ruled out.

Xia He and Lü Liang are demons of the Quansheng sect; although judging from them digging up his grandfather's grave,

stealing the corpse, and luring Liu Yanyan to kidnap him,

they also have a lot of information, but the Quansheng demons are selfish,

cruel, and violent, using any means to achieve their goals, and are not trustworthy.

Now the only one he can trust is Zhang Jie, who also comes from the Heavenly Master Mansion.

Most importantly, if Zhang Jie had any malice toward him,

he could have just arrived a few seconds later when Lü Liang was making a move on him; even if he didn't die,

he would probably have become a fool who could only drool and babble, spending the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

"Hey, Brother Jie, it's me, Chulan."

Having made up his mind, Zhang Chulan immediately picked up his phone and dialed Zhang Jie's number.

As someone who had made up his mind to hug Zhang Jie's thigh tightly,

he naturally asked for Zhang Jie's number and wrote a big note: "Brother Jie."

"Oh, it's Chulan. Calling me late at night, is something the matter?"

On the other end of the phone came Zhang Jie's voice, carrying a hint of laziness.

"Brother Jie, I have some things I'd like to ask you."

Although Zhang Jie on the other end of the phone couldn't see him, Zhang Chulan still bowed slightly to show respect.

"Is it convenient to talk on the phone?"

Zhang Jie's questioning voice came through the speaker into Zhang Chulan's ears.

Although his phone had been tested and debugged by him and had no software for eavesdropping or stealing information,

Zhang Chulan's phone had not passed through his hands, and he couldn't guarantee there was no rogue software inside.

For certain topics that are not suitable for exposure, it's better not to talk about them on the phone if possible.

Once leaked and falling into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

"Brother Jie, it's better to talk in person."

Zhang Chulan said tactfully.

Information involving extraordinary individuals really shouldn't be talked about casually on the phone.

"Okay."

Zhang Jie hung up the phone after agreeing.

Zhang Chulan put away his phone and waited silently.

'Release your control over your Qi.'

Almost the moment he put away his phone, Zhang Jie's voice rang in his ear.

"Understood, Brother Jie."

Understanding that Zhang Jie was about to use the "little trick" that subdued Xia He and Lü Liang, Zhang Chulan immediately relaxed his control over his Qi.

The next second, strands of Qi like clouds and smoke permeated from Zhang Chulan's body,

forming a figure about a foot tall and slightly illusory on the tabletop.

Looking at the clothing and appearance, who else could it be but Zhang Jie?

"Brother Jie!"

Facing this miraculous little person who was like an external incarnation, even though it wasn't the first time he had seen it, Zhang Chulan was still shocked.

Even Feng Baobao, who had always been unmoved and cold-faced, couldn't help but cast a curious look.

"Hmm."

Zhang Jie nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Speak, what do you want with me?"

The Q-version of Zhang Jie didn't beat around the bush and chose to get straight to the point.

"Feng Baobao said my grandfather was killed by her; I want to verify this with you, Brother Jie."

Zhang Chulan's expression was earnest.

He believed that Zhang Jie, who possessed god-like means such as an external incarnation,

surely didn't lack the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood, such as lie detection.

It was just that Zhang Jie came from Mount Long Hu of the Daoist sect; otherwise, he felt that

if Zhang Jie had joined the Shaolin Temple or Mount Wutai of the Buddhist sect in his youth,

he would probably have already comprehended the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, such as the Divine Foot Power, Mind-Reading Power, and Heavenly Ear Power.

'It seems it's because Lü Liang was caught by me, so he didn't have a chance to contact Zhang Chulan privately.'

Zhang Jie's divine sense moved, and he figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

In the timeline without him, the death of Zhang Chulan's grandfather was discovered by Lü Liang,

who used the Twin-Full Hand to probe the residual soul fragments in Zhang Xilin's corpse,

and then told Zhang Chulan through a private contact, triggering a trust crisis between him and the company.

But now, Lü Liang had been caught by him and was still eating state-provided meals in the company's prison, so naturally, he didn't have this opportunity.

"Sister Bao'er, did you say you killed Chulan's grandfather?"

Although he already knew the truth, in order to maintain his persona, Zhang Jie still asked very seriously.

"Hmm."

Feng Baobao nodded gently.

Zhang Jie pretended to close his eyes slightly, and the body made of Qi flickered with bright but not blinding,

very transparent golden light, seemingly confirming the truth of what Feng Baobao said.

After a while, Zhang Jie slowly opened his eyes.

"How is it? Brother Jie!"

Zhang Chulan asked impatiently at the first opportunity.

"It's true; your grandfather did indeed die at Sister Bao'er's hands."

Zhang Jie gave an affirmative answer.

Creak.

Having obtained the cruel truth, Zhang Chulan clenched his fists instantly.

"Brother Jie, Feng Baobao said my grandfather couldn't bear the intense pain and sought to be liberated by her hand."

Zhang Chulan asked again.

"Yes."

After going through the process again, Zhang Jie gave an affirmative answer once more.

"Phew!"

Zhang Chulan let out a long breath, and his clenched fists slowly relaxed.

Since it was requested by his grandfather, then Feng Baobao was not his grandfather's killer.

Regarding his grandfather's final decision in life, he, as a grandson, chose to respect it.

"But Brother Jie, what is this Dan-Devouring Poison?"

Zhang Chulan, who had relaxed a little, asked curiously.

What kind of means was this that could make his grandfather not hesitate to ask Feng Baobao to do it and give himself a quick death?

"Dan-Devouring Poison, this is a unique skill of the Tang Sect in Shu, a major sect in the world of the extraordinary..."

Zhang Jie slowly recounted the information about the Dan-Devouring Poison.

The Dan-Devouring Poison is a unique skill of the Tang Sect, hailed as the "world's most poisonous" and the strongest assassination technique.

The Dan-Devouring Poison is formless, colorless, and odorless, capable of penetrating most defensive means such as the Jin Guang Spell,

and can act directly on the opponent's meridians, thus having the characteristic that once contacted, one will surely be harmed.

And once hit, the poison will rapidly destroy the meridians, causing the victim to die after experiencing extreme pain like being sliced by a thousand knives.