Chapter 330: Welcome to the Funeral

Yin and yang in order, life and death unpredictable...

Yin and yang in order, life and death unpredictable...

The eerie voice kept coming, like a gust of yin wind, blowing from somewhere unknown.

Zheng Chiyou looked around; the small room was still the same small room, not large in area, with a bed and a table.

Because it was on the edge of the floor, there was also a small window.

One could see outside from inside, but outside could not see in, only able to open a gap just wide enough for a hand to pass through.

But the sound was not coming from there.

Because of the high altitude, the night wind howled, and from that side only some wind sounds came, accompanied by the voice of "Yin and yang in order, life and death unpredictable," which became somewhat shrill.

It was practically like the cry of a wild cat.

Not "meow meow meow," but the call of a cat in heat, like a baby's crying.

"Who is it!"

At some unknown time, the page-turning speed of the Book of Life and Death in his hand had become very slow.

Zheng Chiyou had no time to worry about the Book of Life and Death, and shouted sternly.

"Pa!"

The Book of Life and Death closed.

The voice of "Yin and yang in order, life and death unpredictable" suddenly stopped, and even the outside wind noise ceased together, leaving only a faintly audible music.

"Gone?"

Zheng Chiyou put away the Book of Life and Death, opened the door and walked out.

Outside was no different from when he had come in.

Many people were swaying to the music, some were splashing water in the indoor pool, and others were eating snacks at the side table to replenish energy.

Each had a dazed look, either drunk, high, or both.

Zheng Chiyou ignored the crowd of demons dancing wildly, walked to the sofa where Quan Chengong had been sitting, but Quan Chengong was not there, nor was that "Robert."

"Where are those two?" Zheng Chiyou frowned and shouted.

In front of Quan Chengong, he was a useful loyal dog; in front of others, he still had quite a bit of "dignity," or rather, could borrow the tiger's might—double-layered.

Quan Chengong relied on the Quan family's power and influence, and Zheng Chiyou again used the Quan family's power and influence brought by Quan Chengong.

So many people looked down on him.

"I don't know..." a woman said lazily, holding a cigarette.

Another was giggling, pointing to the other side of the restroom: "They went in there, Second Young Master Quan, as if they had opened the door to a new world. Manager Zheng, you'd better be careful from now on..."

Zheng Chiyou bent down, picked up a wine glass full of alcohol from the tea table, and splashed it directly over.

"If you can't speak properly, don't speak; sober up a bit."

The woman was splashed all over her head and face, stunned on the spot, but her makeup remained unchanged.

Obviously, it was extremely high-quality cosmetics, waterproof and also alcohol-resistant.

"Hehe." The woman smoking beside laughed.

The woman who had been splashed on the face came to her senses, about to erupt in anger, but met Zheng Chiyou's gaze of devouring desire, fierce and brutal.

The anger in her chest also seemed to have been doused with a basin of cold water, she opened her mouth sheepishly, saying nothing.

Zheng Chiyou put down the wine glass, smiling, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the woman's face, saying while wiping: "That's right. Young Master Quan likes obedient women, not shrews."

After speaking, he shoved the tissue into the woman's mouth and walked toward the restroom.

"Hey, what's wrong with him?" the smoking woman couldn't help but ask.

The other spat out the tissue from her mouth, looked at Zheng Chiyou's back, and said softly: "Who knows, maybe he's drunk!" Angry but dare not speak.

The restroom here is similar to those in KTV private rooms, not large, and can be locked from inside.

Zheng Chiyou walked to the door and knocked hard twice: "Young Master Quan!"

If not knocked so hard, shouting so loudly, the people inside might not hear.

Just after knocking several times, there was no response from inside.

There was also no annoyed scolding from Quan Chengong; Quan Chengong didn't mind playing with women in front of Zheng Chiyou, and even if he did, he would directly tell Zheng Chiyou to get lost.

Rather than like now.

Zheng Chiyou tried pressing the outside door handle, it wasn't locked from inside, without hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw Quan Chengong lying on the ground, his cheek pressed against the cold floor, his eyes wide open.

Beneath him was a pool of blood, and beside his face was something, looking as if he died with eyes not closed in peace.

Zheng Chiyou immediately looked to the other side; the restroom was small, turning his head slightly would allow him to scan completely.

Besides Quan Chengong's corpse, there was no "Robert."

"What on earth is going on!" Zheng Chiyou's face turned ferocious, feeling the world spin, he reached out to hold onto the nearby wall before falling over.

"What to do? What to do?"

Quan Chengong's death, Robert's disappearance plus the strange change of the Book of Life and Death, the eerie voice heard earlier, Zheng Chiyou had already lost his bearings.

He stood in the restroom, unable to even lift his feet to step.

The previous fierceness had already vanished, or perhaps it was originally just a show of ferocity with inner weakness.

"Meow."

At that moment, Zheng Chiyou suddenly heard a sound, a cat's meow.

His body trembled, almost pulling out the Book of Life and Death.

Lowering his head, Zheng Chiyou saw a small cat had appeared in the restroom at some unknown time, not big, completely able to lie on a person's shoulder or head.

It looked cute.

However, in such a situation, suddenly encountering a cat, Zheng Chiyou naturally did not find it the least bit cute.

Looking at the cat on the ground, Zheng Chiyou felt a chill rise from his tailbone, rushing straight to the crown of his head.

It was as if he had entered a cold storage.

Zheng Chiyou clearly saw a flash of red light in the cat's eyes.

"Right here, found it." Before Zheng Chiyou could kick the cat before him flying, a voice suddenly came from outside the restroom.

Zheng Chiyou, leaning against the wall, reacted and looked outside.

With the help of the restroom's fairly bright lights, Zheng Chiyou saw a man in black clothes standing outside the door.

His appearance seemed somewhat familiar.

"Not a guest at the gathering!"

Zheng Chiyou's first thought: the guests at the gathering, there were only three men.

Quan Chenghong's fox-and-dog friends he'd been hanging out with lately were also on his, Zheng Chiyou's, must-kill list.

In another half year, these three would be dead.

Zheng Chiyou knew all three well, and this black-clad man was definitely not a guest at the gathering, so why did he feel familiar.

Suddenly, Zheng Chiyou thought of who this man was.

Tang Xuanzang!

He had seen a photo of this man, and just now had also heard the shout, only the man in the photo had white hair.

The one standing before him had black hair (dyed, not yet faded).

As he thought of this man's identity, Zheng Chiyou also thought of the shout "Tang Xuanzang, Ao Yulie" just now, which wasn't actually loud, only faintly audible.

And at that time the Book of Life and Death was undergoing a bizarre change, drawing all of Zheng Chiyou's attention; thinking back now.

That voice seemed extremely similar to "Robert's".

And that miserable scream sounded like the resentful cry a person only makes when dying.

"You!"

Zheng Chiyou abruptly reached out, pressed his hand on the restroom door and shoved hard, trying to close it.

This Tang Xuanzang was likely here for the Book of Life and Death!

Close the door, lock it; with just a few seconds he could write the other's name and kill him!

But he had only closed it halfway when the door stopped moving.

A counter-force from above made Zheng Chiyou's hand ache, his wrist sprained.

Zheng Chiyou looked down; the cat on the ground had at some point extended its claws, pressing them against the door.

Exactly opposite to the direction Zheng Chiyou was closing the door.

"Good job." Tang Luo praised, reaching a hand toward Zheng Chiyou, "Hand over the Book of Life and Death."

Xiaotian Dog meowed, leapt onto Tang Luo's shoulder, staring at Zheng Chiyou.

In this cat's eyes Zheng Chiyou saw disdain, as if mocking his actions just now.

"What are you saying, I don't understand!" Zheng Chiyou retreated two steps, his body swaying, but he stepped on Quan Chenghong's corpse.

"Security! Come here! Dead body!"

Zheng Chiyou decisively roared at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, the music outside was louder than his roar, and the lights were dimmed low, making it incomparably gloomy.

Aside from the two women sitting on the sofa, absolutely no one else noticed the situation over at the restroom.

"What happened?"

"Who knows, probably a fight, don't get involved." Those two women would never meddle in Zheng Chiyou and Quan Chenghong's business.

They only heard Zheng Chiyou shouting something, but the specifics weren't clear.

"Must I make a move..." Tang Luo shook his head, reached out and grabbed Zheng Chiyou by the neck.

At that very instant, the Book of Life and Death Zheng Chiyou had stashed away suddenly trembled, vanishing from his pocket.

"Hm?" Tang Luo released Zheng Chiyou, turning to look at the room.

The room's loud music suddenly cut out at this moment, and the surroundings fell completely silent.

Then came the sound of a light switch.

The originally rather dim room with ambiguous lighting had all its lights switched on.

Instantly it became bright as day.

Many people cried out, shut their eyes, cursing "Who turned on the lights".

A person stood in the corner, next to a console like a DJ's, picked up a microphone: "Ladies, gentlemen, good evening!"

The voice was full of enthusiasm, audible laughter in it.

"Welcome, delighted to thank everyone for attending your own funeral, I'm your good friend. The host of this grand funeral, Pi Xiong, you can call me Yin-Yang Daoist."

The man by the console was none other than Pi Xiong.

One hand held a microphone, the other held the Book of Life and Death that had just vanished, waving it continuously, rich body language.

But the current him was "completely different" from the previous few appearances.

The Pi Xiong Tang Luo and the others met was an ordinary, somewhat timid man who often shrank back, a bit shrinking.

What Ao Yulie knew was a rather sinister fellow.

And the Pi Xiong Zheng Chiyou and Jiali met spoke with a bizarre accent, as if sleepwalking, the whole person in an unclear state, possessing considerable combat power.

Now, Pi Xiong displayed yet another new posture.

His hair had become half black, half white, strands of faint, elusive black-and-white qi swirling around him.

His face wore a supremely confident smile; though smiling, it gave an extremely dangerous feeling.