Chapter 330: Provocation

"You're courting death." Feeling his status and authority provoked by the alcohol, Jige stood up in a rage, drew a Dagger from his waist with a backhand motion, and then let out a shout as he lunged at the Dried Corpse.

Pfft... The Dagger pierced into the Dried Corpse's body, but he did not feel a thing.

The few thugs were startled; they couldn't help but shiver, and their drunkenness faded by half.

Could this guy be impervious to blades and guns? The few of them took a step back, staring fixedly at the Dried Corpse, not daring to move a muscle.

The Dried Corpse exhaled a heavy breath of baleful energy, having finished absorbing the Moon Essence, and then he suddenly opened his eyes. A flash of red light appeared in his eyes, and a sense of terror rising from the depths of one's heart welled up.

"Jige, this guy, is he, is he even human?" one thug asked, stuttering.

"No, doesn't look like it, this brat isn't normal." Jige was also stunned with fear; he didn't dare to step forward for a moment, as this guy was, after all, an existence impervious to blades and guns.

"Look at his hands." One thug had sharp eyes and noticed at a glance that the Dried Corpse was wearing eight gold rings, and the Jade thumb ring looked like no ordinary item.

The few of them exchanged glances, a look of greed appearing in their eyes.

"Jige, we've been tight on cash lately, how about..." one thug hinted with a wink.

"You two, restrain him." Jige understood immediately.

Two thugs tentatively slipped from the side of the Dried Corpse to his back, then exchanged a look and lunged forward, pinning the Dried Corpse's two arms tightly from behind.

"Kid, do you know who I am? I'm Jige, and this street is under my jurisdiction." Jige shook the Dagger in his hand: "My brothers and I are tight on cash today, so we're borrowing something from you."

The Dried Corpse said nothing; he couldn't speak at all, but the crimson red in his eyes made one fear him at a glance.

"What are you acting so fierce for?" Another thug grabbed a brick from the ground and smashed it hard onto the Dried Corpse's head.

With a crash, the brick was smashed to pieces, but not a single patch of skin on the Dried Corpse's head was broken.

"Damn it, is this brat's head made of iron?" The few of them were dumbfounded.

"Jige, Jige, I just remembered something." A thug examined the Dried Corpse, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What is it, Ergou?" Jige asked: "What are you afraid of?"

"The clothes he's wearing, they're clothes for the dead," the thug said, stuttering.

The few of them were horrified, only then noticing the clothes on the Dried Corpse. They suddenly realized, but it was too late.

Suddenly, the Dried Corpse's head turned backward with brute force; with a crack, his neck twisted to his back.

At the same time, his four limbs also twisted backward by force, ending up behind him.

The two thugs who were pinning the Dried Corpse were dumbfounded; they let go and retreated backward.

Suddenly, the Dried Corpse opened his mouth wide and took a violent breath.

The bodies of the two thugs trembled violently, and a moment later, the two turned into Dried Corpses and fell to the ground.

"Ghost!" The other two turned and ran, but as soon as they turned around, with two pfft sounds, their bodies stiffened, and a fingernail as black and hard as iron pierced through their chests.

The Dried Corpse retracted his right hand, and a huge bloody hole appeared on the chests of the two men. They fell to the ground with a thud and died.

Only Jige was left at the scene; his face was pale, his hands were trembling incessantly, and there was almost no color left in his face.

The Dagger in his hand was still raised; now, the Dagger in his hand was his only source of courage.

The Dried Corpse took a step forward, and Jige's hands shook even more; he was so scared he didn't even have the courage to retreat.

The Dried Corpse reached out his hand, and his long, black fingernails brushed across Jige's face.

"Don't come over, don't." Jige spat out a sentence, trembling with fear.

Suddenly, the Dried Corpse smashed a fist toward Jige. With a pfft, Jige's head exploded, and he fell to the ground with a thud, not moving at all.

By the time Ren Zhenghao arrived in a flustered state, Chen Yu was already at the scene.

"Five more lives." Ren Zhenghao punched the tree beside him hard.

"If we don't find him, the consequences will be even more severe," Chen Yu said.

Suddenly, Ren Zhenghao's phone rang; it was someone from the bureau. He answered the call, and after saying a few brief words, his expression changed suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yu asked.

"Deng Yuan is gone; she escaped," Ren Zhenghao shouted.

"Normal. I knew she had issues long ago; don't be fooled by her appearance," Chen Yu said with a cold laugh: "However, she is being clever at her own expense."

"What issues does she have?" Ren Zhenghao was puzzled: "Chen Yu, can you stop speaking in half-truths?" Ren Zhenghao said.

"She is the closest kin to the Dried Corpse. Her father, for his own selfish desires, forcibly summoned her grandfather's soul back from the Underworld, leaving her grandfather unable to rest in peace. Therefore, once the Dried Corpse is formed, he will inevitably slaughter his own kin."

"Now the Dried Corpse is growing and searching everywhere for his blood relatives from when he was alive. She still dares to run around? Isn't she courting death?" Chen Yu said.

"She's in danger?" Ren Zhenghao was startled.

"That's right, but we can use her to lure out the Dried Corpse. Because as soon as she appears, her life-force will be exposed, and the Dried Corpse will sense it. He will definitely follow her aura to find her, and we won't have to deploy forces all over the world to find him," Chen Yu said.

"You're using her as bait to lure the Dried Corpse out?" Ren Zhenghao was stunned: "Chen Yu, what you're doing isn't kind."

"This is the only way for now," Chen Yu said: "I will ensure her safety. If we don't do this, more innocent people will be harmed."

Ren Zhenghao gritted his teeth; there was no other way for now. He took out his walkie-talkie and said: "Find Deng Yuan, do not disturb her, and notify me immediately once you find her."

"Chen Yu, there is another problem. It wasn't just Deng Cheng who came from the Deng Clan; there is also Deng Guosheng's younger brother and a group of relatives. These people are all eligible to compete for the Deng Clan's assets," Ren Zhenghao added.

"So many people came?" Chen Yu's expression changed slightly: "Have they gotten off the plane yet?"

"No, these people weren't on the flight information Deng Yuan gave us. It was my negligence not to verify it. By now, they should already be in Fengling."

"It's over." Chen Yu slapped his thigh: "Deng Yuan is looking to stir up trouble."

"Stir up what trouble?" Ren Zhenghao was puzzled.

"Deng Yuan intends to use the Dried Corpse's hand to kill all her relatives around her," Chen Yu said angrily: "This woman is ruthless. It seems the Dried Corpse's loss of control wasn't an accident; it was intentional on her part."

"Why would she do that?" Ren Zhenghao asked, somewhat confused.

"If Deng Guosheng dies, who is the most likely person to inherit the Deng Clan's assets?" Chen Yu shouted.

"Her younger brother, Deng Cheng," Ren Zhenghao replied.

"And if Deng Cheng has an accident? Who is the next in line for succession?" Chen Yu asked again.

"Her uncle. If her uncle has an accident, then it's her cousin." Ren Zhenghao suddenly understood: "She wants to use the Dried Corpse's hand to kill all the heirs of the Deng Clan, and then inherit the Deng Clan's assets herself?"