Chapter 329: Yin and Yang in Order, Life and Death Impermanent

"Hah, hah..."

It wasn't laughter; Jia Li was panting heavily, inhaling the thin air.

After all, he was the God of Love; at the fastest speed, he shoved the fear and sense of insignificance produced by witnessing the scene before him into the deepest part of his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Jia Li suddenly roared: "Zheng Chiyou! Tang Xuan Zang, Ao Yu Lie, remember these two names!"

The voice traveled very, very far.

After shouting, Jia Li's complexion turned even paler by several degrees; not only did that exertion worsen his injuries again, but the dragon claw gripping him also tightened a few degrees.

The intense pain from his severed arm made Jia Li's vision go black wave after wave; it took several seconds before he recovered, fortunate not to have fainted.

"Zheng Chiyou? Who's that... all your companions are dead." Tang Luo looked at Jia Li, somewhat puzzled.

The shock from when Jia Li first saw him, and the disappearance of the divine aura, made him look like a "person" all at once.

At least, with Tang Luo asking this sentence, in Jia Li's eyes, he looked like a god or demon one could contend with, walking among men, rather than a lofty, overwhelmingly powerful deity high above.

However, Jia Li felt not a shred of joy; he had no strength to spare, and could not perceive any emotional fluctuations from this Tang Xuan Zang.

But his basic ability to read expressions and observe demeanor was still very strong.

He could tell that the puzzlement of the Tang Xuan Zang before him was probably not fake.

He really was puzzling over who that Zheng Chiyou was.

"Pfft!" An abnormal flush rose on Jia Li's face; he opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood.

The moment he vomited blood, Ao Yu Lie loosened his claws; his massive dragon body was extremely agile, dodging the fresh blood Jia Li spat out.

And before Jia Li had even fallen, he grabbed him again.

Wanting to spit blood all over the handsome, dashing, elegant Third Prince of the Jade Dragon, Ao Yu Lie? No way.

"You, don't know who Zheng Chiyou is?" Jia Li looked at Tang Luo; although his heart was already certain, he still wanted to ask.

"Yeah, who is that?" Tang Luo said, "Little White Dragon, do you know?"

"Hmm—" Ao Yu Lie pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be Quan Chenghong's lackey, Zheng Chiyou?"

It wasn't that Tang Luo's memory was bad; when needed, Tang Luo could naturally recall it.

But with Ao Yu Lie around, he just couldn't be bothered to think.

"It's him." Tang Luo thought for a bit, then said with a smile, "So that's how it is; looks like we got it wrong. The holder of the Book of Life and Death isn't Quan Chenghong, but Zheng Chiyou."

"Oh." Ao Yu Lie responded, "No wonder those mercenaries said it was all Manager Zheng single-handedly running everything."

Being bad at scheming is one thing, but Tang Luo isn't stupid either.

Jia Li reacting like this made him figure it out at once.

As for Zheng Chiyou cooking up the X Incident, that's normal; you have to know that if Quan Chenghong lost power, Zheng Chiyou's end wouldn't be good either.

Don't forget the stuff he cooked up in the steel mill; once he lost power and influence, how would he continue to maintain secrecy?

Before this, there had never been a Tang Luo appear, burn the steel mill to the ground, and up to now, Zheng Chiyou still doesn't know what happened at the steel mill.

Actually, not that much time has passed.

Tonight is a truly endless long night; it can't "pass" that quickly.

Hearing Tang Luo and Ao Yu Lie's back-and-forth, Jia Li panted violently, his breathing simply like a broken bellows.

Extreme anger filled his mind, but this time he had no way to power up again; he's not the protagonist of a hot-blooded manga who recalls memories, powers up, and kills with skills.

Even if he were, he already used it once just now.

Impossible to do it a second time.

Mid-battle breakthrough, strength (temporarily) greatly increasing, has always been a minority of cases — oh, if you're a Saiyan, just pretend I didn't say that.

"Looks like the young lad was too clever by half, and got played by Zheng Chiyou." Tang Luo said, "But you escaped from the 'hands' of the Book of Life and Death?"

Jia Li didn't answer.

Tang Luo didn't mind either, and signaled to Ao Yu Lie.

The two of them landed together on the rooftop of the Wanlong International building.

"Go on, find Quan Chenghong and Zheng Chiyou." Tang Luo said to the Howling Celestial Dog crouching on his shoulder.

After they left the safe house, they first located Jia Li's financial backer; that woman wasn't like Quan Chenghong, playing around all day, unknown where she slept at night.

In the backer's villa, Tang Luo very easily found out where Quan Chenghong was.

Yes, Tang Luo didn't go ask where Jia Li was.

That woman didn't love Quan Chenghong, and didn't know her darling had gone to find him, so naturally she wouldn't keep secrets for Quan Chenghong.

The call Zheng Chiyou received in the elevator was from that middle-aged woman, confirming his and Second Young Master Quan's location — the middle-aged woman knew more or less where Quan Chenghong usually liked to play.

And to be safe, Tang Luo and the others also made a trip to Quan Chenghong's home.

No matter what, that was also a place he often stayed; having the Howling Celestial Dog memorize the scent could ensure continuous tracking of Quan Chenghong.

Jia Li was casually tossed onto the ground by Ao Yu Lie; despite being the God of Love, possessing a beauty that transcended gender, to Ao Yu Lie it was obviously useless.

The Jade Dragon Third Prince only cherishes fragrant jade; men should scram as far away as possible.

Jia Li stared hatefully at the sky above the two of them, waiting for the moment the Death God's Chains would appear.

If that Zheng Chiyou isn't stupid, he should take action.

Jia Li had framed Tang Luo and the others as the murderers who killed the police officer, linked it to X, and their names and appearances (provided by Yu Yanbin and the other) were all in the internal files.

Zheng Chiyou should be able to learn their appearances and names through the internal files.

And after such a reminder from himself, he should strike to kill.

Why hasn't he made a move yet?

Could it be he didn't hear his words?

Zheng Chiyou actually did hear Jia Li's words; likewise, he knew Tang Luo and the others' appearances and names.

But right now he has no leisure to attend to it, because the Book of Life and Death has a problem!

Time rewound to when Zheng Chiyou was dismissed by Quan Chenghong and returned to the small side room to wait.

Quan Chenghong had long since booked this entire floor of the Wanlong International; that small room was the lounge where Zheng Chiyou often stayed.

Unlike Quan Chenghong, who could party all night and then sleep soundly until evening the next day, he could not.

Many matters required Zheng Chiyou to handle them, because even when accompanying Quan Chenghong for entertainment, once the hour grew late, Zheng Chiyou would go rest.

The room's soundproofing was excellent; the deafening music outside filtered in as only the faintest, slightest sound.

It would not disturb Zheng Chiyou's sleep.

Upon returning to the room, Zheng Chiyou, who had worn a trace of helplessness on his face, suddenly turned fierce.

From a pocket inside his close-fitting underwear, he took out a small booklet about the size of a palm.

The booklet was very thin, slightly thinner than a hand, its cover black; at a glance it could be mistaken for a phone.

And this was the Book of Life and Death that Tang Luo and the others — these gods and demons walking the world — needed to find.

No surprising form at all, just a small black booklet.

Opening the Book of Life and Death, Zheng Chiyou smeared the not-yet-fully-coagulated fresh blood on his finger onto a blank page.

He waited quietly for that "Robert" to die.

The words "Robert" had spoken gave Zheng Chiyou a wary heart; he could not tell whether "Robert" was enemy or friend, nor did he need to tell.

Because Zheng Chiyou did not need friends.

With this little black booklet, he could easily control others' life and death, making those damn rich people all accept punishment.

He only needed Quan Chenghong's tiger skin as a banner, nothing more.

Beyond that, anyone who might track or threaten him, no matter who, must die!

Once he became the world's new god, even Quan Chenghong would be no exception.

Jiali's "psychological analysis" was basically correct: the Book of Life and Death's holder had a twisted heart, hated the wealthy, and was simultaneously using "Quan Cai".

The error lay in that the person was not Quan Chenghong, but his lackey Zheng Chiyou.

Quan Chenghong had never treated Zheng Chiyou as a true friend, but as a good dog to command — although at first he might have genuinely regarded Zheng Chiyou as a friend.

But as time passed, with the change in their statuses, the relationship between them naturally changed as well.

"Matching family backgrounds" does not refer only to marriage between men and women.

Long immersed in such a relationship, Zheng Chiyou became twisted.

He obtained the Book of Life and Death and began a retaliatory killing spree in the name of "justice".

Everyone's guess was right: knowing a person's appearance and name, writing them in the Book of Life and Death, they would die — ostensibly of myocardial infarction.

In reality, their souls were hooked away.

Moreover, the Book of Life and Death could also control other people.

But this control was not the perfect control of hypnosis stories; people controlled by the Book of Life and Death would not die, yet they would become "zombie puppets", utterly unable to see the light — truly, seeing light would turn them into extremely aggressive zombie monsters.

When holding the Book of Life and Death, Zheng Chiyou could command those zombie puppets to a certain extent.

So he set up the steel refinery to store those people, waiting for the time when he would need to use them.

Through a series of experiments creating zombie puppets, Zheng Chiyou discovered a method to kill even without knowing the target's name and appearance.

It was to smear the target's blood onto the pages of the Book of Life and Death.

When in the restroom, Zheng Chiyou's dilly-dallying, refusing to stand up, those somewhat comical actions, were actually him wiping onto his own hands the blood Jiali had flung onto the floor.

Not much was needed, just a little; even mere blood traces were fine.

Once the Book of Life and Death was smeared with someone's fresh blood, that blood would quickly turn into that person's name — becoming a name "written" in red "ink".

Then, that person would die within one minute.

Killing, for Zheng Chiyou who possessed the Book of Life and Death, was just that simple.

After seeing the battle between Robert and that Skin Bear, he felt Robert was merely an alias; what he needed was "Robert's" blood.

However, this time, a problem occurred!

The bloodstain smeared on the Book of Life and Death faded, yet did not transform into "Robert's" true name, but kept constantly shifting.

Zheng Chiyou could see several names frantically shifting continuously, as if identifying exactly which one it was.

"Did I make a mistake? Or did the blood mix with that Skin Bear's blood? But why so many?"

If the two people's blood mixed together, this situation would indeed occur; after the Book of Life and Death successfully identified them, both would die together.

Zheng Chiyou looked at the malfunctioning Book of Life and Death, his heart gripping a handful of cold sweat.

Fortunately, after a while, half a name finally stabilized.

Zheng Chiyou saw the characters "Jiali...".

If Zheng Chiyou could still see the scene inside the restroom, he would discover that this half-name appeared at the exact moment the chains locked on and hooked toward Jiali.

Before Zheng Chiyou could put away the Book of Life and Death, leave the small room, and go verify Jiali's life or death.

The Book of Life and Death in his hand suddenly began frantically turning pages on its own.

The thin little booklet, the sound of pages turning "hua-hua" loudly, speed extremely fast, as if the page count were infinite.

Amid the page-turning sounds, Zheng Chiyou seemed to hear a voice.

A twofold voice:

Yin and Yang in order, life and death inconstant...