Chapter 133: Talisman Blessing Technique

After repeating the process three times, the water in the bowl had reached the bottom. Chen Yu set the bowl down and looked at Zhao Anran, his expression somewhat grave.

Zhao Anran, in her deep sleep, was covered in wounds. After a full five minutes, Zhao Anran's brows suddenly locked; the burns on her face began to dry, scab over, and then fall off.

"It's done." Chen Yu was overjoyed. He had used the Talisman Blessing Technique on Huang Siye before, but that was only low-level Exorcism Water.

But this time was different. Zhao Anran was severely injured all over her body, which ordinary Talisman Water could not resolve, and since he had not yet broken through the first level of the Great Void Sacred Clarity Scripture, he found it somewhat difficult to control.

As the wounds on her face scabbed over, the burns on Zhao Anran's body healed one by one. Ten minutes later, a layer of black scabs fell off her entire body. Her healed skin was delicate and pale, clashing sharply with the old skin tone on her body.

However, it was no longer a major issue; the newly grown skin would take shape in a few days, and by then, not a single trace would be visible on her.

Chen Yu suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. His body swayed, and he nearly fell to the ground. He hurriedly sat to one side, formed a seal with his hands, and closed his eyes slightly. Only after a long while did his complexion improve slightly.

Forcibly controlling the Talisman Blessing Technique was extremely damaging to one's Original Power. Chen Yu feared he would not recover for ten days or half a month. It seemed he would have to improve his strength after returning.

Glancing at the peacefully sleeping Zhao Anran, Chen Yu turned and walked out. The moment he stepped outside, his expression turned cold.

Faulty wiring? He did not believe such nonsense. He was going back to investigate clearly. If this matter had anything to do with the grandfather and grandson of the Zhou Clan Group, then Chen Yu would send them to Hell.

It was already late at night. Xinglinju was a scorched earth. Although the fire had been extinguished, blue smoke was still rising in some places, and the scene reeked of a pungent burnt smell.

"Based on the analysis, the point of origin should be this place, and there is a scent of sulfur at the scene. This was man-made." At the scene, Ning Ruoxue and a handsome young man were investigating.

"Man-made..." Ning Ruoxue nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand."

"Are you sure it's man-made?" Chen Yu's cold voice came from behind.

"Chen Yu, you're here?" Ning Ruoxue stepped forward and said, "Let me introduce you. This is the police friend I told you about, Ren Zhenghao. This is Chen Yu."

"Hello." Ren Zhenghao nodded at Chen Yu. "Ruoxue mentions you often."

"Are you sure this is man-made?" Chen Yu asked.

"Please do not doubt my professionalism," Ren Zhenghao said. "Sulfur was used as an accelerant to fake the appearance of faulty wiring."

"The Zhou family duo must feel they have lived too long," Chen Yu sneered.

"Do not jump to conclusions before there is evidence," Ren Zhenghao glanced at Chen Yu.

"Heh, no evidence is needed." Chen Yu laughed. "I'll send you something. It's a fake medicine production den; it can be confirmed one hundred percent that it belongs to Mingshun Medical Hall."

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he sent some things to Ren Zhenghao.

Ren Zhenghao picked up his phone and looked at it for a few moments. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly dialed a number: "Xiao Li, bring the men and the gear. Let's go to the suburbs to earn some merit today."

"Brother, thanks." Ren Zhenghao gave Chen Yu a slight smile and turned to leave in a hurry.

"Are you going to make a move against the Zhou family duo?" Ning Ruoxue looked up and asked Chen Yu.

"Yes. I originally wanted to leave them a way out, but they insisted on seeking their own deaths." Chen Yu smiled and said, "Then I have no choice but to send their Zhou Family to Hell..."

The main store of Mingshun Medical Hall was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.

"Grandfather, I have already sent people to do it. Xinglinju is now a ruin." Zhou Peng ducked into a secret room behind the medical hall and chuckled.

This secret room was a hidden chamber behind Mingshun Medical Hall. Although it was not large, it was filled with medicine shelves. However, the difference was that there was no medicine on the shelves, but rather bundles of money stacked neatly.

In the thirty-square-meter secret room, the shelves, the tables, and even the floor were piled high with money. There was likely more than several hundred million here. And Zhou Hongru was sitting on the sofa, counting the day's intake.

"Good, heh. After fighting with that Zhao for a lifetime, I have finally vented my anger. Haha, Xinglinju has been burned down. Let's see where he practices medicine from now on." Zhou Hongru laughed heartily.

"It's a pity that Zhao Anran was disfigured before I could get my hands on her," Zhou Peng said indignantly.

"Haha, look at this money. I still have three other places where I keep money, and each one has more than this." Zhou Hongru pointed at the room full of money and said, "Grandson, this is the empire your grandfather built for you. With money, what kind of woman can't you get?"

"Haha, that's true. Money is truly a good thing. Why do you think people get sick? Why do they let us make money?" Zhou Peng also laughed heartily.

"How is the medicine production den? They've been checking strictly these past few days; you must be careful," Zhou Hongru said.

"Don't worry, Grandfather, it's going well," Zhou Peng smiled.

"Take this box of money and distribute it to those people." Zhou Hongru pointed to a box of money. "Human nature is like this: as long as you pay enough, no one will leak the news, because no one will cut off their own source of wealth."

"Also, prepare fifty million. Find Chen Yu. He is a talent. If you can recruit him, that would be best. If you can't, use this fifty million to hire a killer to buy his life."

"Alright, I'll go now." Zhou Peng chuckled, picked up the box of money, and walked out.

Zhou Hongru stood up. He spread his arms and greedily took a breath. The entire air smelled of money. He truly loved this feeling too much.

"Does your heart not ache from earning such money that goes against your conscience?" Suddenly, Chen Yu's cold voice came.

"Chen Yu, how did you get in?" Zhou Hongru was startled. He took a step back and stumbled, falling onto the sofa.

"I come and go as I please. Is there any place in this world that can stop me?" Chen Yu sneered and locked the door behind him.

"Chen Yu, what do you want to do?" Zhou Hongru steadied himself. This place of his was very secret; it was a hidden door and required a password to enter. How did Chen Yu sneak in?

"What do I want to do? What do you think?" Chen Yu sneered. Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Hongru's right hand, twisting it slightly. With a *crack*, Zhou Hongru's right hand was snapped by Chen Yu.

"Ah..." Zhou Hongru broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He was over sixty years old, and Chen Yu had not held back at all. The pain from his fractured right hand made him almost faint.

Chen Yu opened the drawer Zhou Hongru had been reaching for, only to see a gun inside.

"Always prepared with these things; you must have done too many evil deeds and are afraid of people coming for revenge." Chen Yu sneered. With a movement of his hands, there were a few *crack-crack* sounds, and the gun in his hand was dismantled until only parts remained.

Chen Yu dropped the parts from his hands onto the floor. He walked in front of Zhou Hongru and said indifferently: "Was the incident at Xinglinju your doing?"