Chapter 747: You Will Be Entangled By It

Chen Yu touched her wrist, his expression changed, and then he rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, only to see a twenty-centimeter-long Snake Form tattoo on her left forearm.

"What is this? How could I have a tattoo on my body?" Zhou Xinyan was shocked.

"Damn it, I underestimated that beast." Chen Yu glanced at the giant snake and revealed a trace of anger: "This thing has an extremely evil nature. It didn't manage to possess your body just now, and on top of that, it had its head chopped off and its gallbladder ripped out, so it formed a surge of Resentment."

"This Resentment is now attached to your body; its Yin Soul will continue to harass and entangle you in the future," Chen Yu said.

"Are you telling the truth? Then what should I do?" Zhou Xinyan was stunned; originally, she was a materialist who did not believe in ghosts or gods.

But after getting to know Chen Yu, she had changed her beliefs, and coupled with the fact that this snake was truly sinister, she believed Chen Yu's words.

Chen Yu did not speak; he formed a Dao Formula with his right hand, waved it through the air toward the Snake Form tattoo on Zhou Xinyan's wrist, and finally pointed at it from a distance.

Strangely enough, following Chen Yu's distant point, the tattoo on Zhou Xinyan's arm gradually disappeared.

"Is it all right now?" Zhou Xinyan let out a genuine sigh of relief.

"Not necessarily." Chen Yu's single sentence made her heart sink again: "It's only temporarily erased. This thing belongs to the category of evil gods; in Fusang, they are kept by Onmyoji or Divine Officials."

"Once its Resentment is formed, it is extremely difficult to clear. You should go back and observe first; if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, or encounter anything unusual, notify me immediately, and I will find a way to help you solve it."

Zhou Xinyan was somewhat alarmed, but she had no better options now, so she nodded slightly and said softly: "Thank you."

"Let's go." Chen Yu took her and left the basement.

"Captain Zhou, you've finally returned. We couldn't reach you just now, and we were almost about to charge up there." As soon as Zhou Xinyan descended the Mountain, the police guarding the foot of the Mountain finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are some matters up there; send a few colleagues to handle them. Everyone else follow Mr. Chen; everything is to be based on Mr. Chen's orders," Zhou Xinyan said.

"Listen to him?" Everyone was confused and couldn't help but look at Chen Yu.

Because they all knew what kind of person Zhou Xinyan was; she was decisive in her actions and had an extremely strong desire for control, and of course, her abilities were also very strong.

Once, the Major Crimes Unit came to assist in investigating a case; it was supposed to be handled by two people, and the other party was even a captain from the Municipal Bureau, but everything still had to be listened to by Zhou Xinyan.

But now, Chen Yu was an outsider, not a police officer at all, and Zhou Xinyan actually told them to listen to Chen Yu?

"Correct, do I need to repeat myself?" Zhou Xinyan glanced at her team members.

"No, no, no need. Xiao Wu, you guys go up the Mountain to handle the situation there; everyone else get in the cars and follow Mr. Chen," the deputy captain hurriedly shouted.

Everyone began to move, and two police cars drove up. In the front car, someone whispered: "Captain Zhang, what's wrong with our Captain Zhou? This isn't her style at all."

"How would I know? It's definitely not her style," the police officer also shook his head and said.

"Captain Zhang, have you noticed? Captain Zhou's face is a bit flushed, and her voice is much gentler," a team member who didn't know his place chuckled: "Could it be that she and that Chen Yu...?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The deputy captain was shocked, then pondered for a moment and also smiled with ill intent: "However, what you said isn't without reason. That kid surnamed Chen has some tricks; he conquered her so quickly?"

"No way... She's notoriously difficult to deal with; last time, a bureau chief's son was humiliated by her to his face." The people in the car all perked up and started gossiping.

The five-kilometer distance was covered quickly. The place mentioned by the Mountain pass had only one villa there. The police cars stopped, and Chen Yu headed to the villa alone.

Inside the villa, several men were sitting. A man in his forties with a small mustache was Jiwu Xiaolang of the Dusong Society.

This guy was Jiwu's younger brother. Originally, Wang Yu possessed Jiwu's will and was supposed to take over the Dusong Society, but it was this guy who kept obstructing it from the middle.

Besides Xiaolang, there were two other Fusang people; these two Fusang people were also high-level members of the Dusong Society and were in cahoots with Jiwu Xiaolang.

"Mr. Jiwu, I heard you have good things here," a gray-haired Fusang man chuckled.

"Haha, Mr. Songyi, I do have good things here, and only because you and Mr. Yimu are here would I take them out to entertain you," Jiwu Xiaolang laughed heartily.

"Yes, I knew that if Mr. Jiwu had good things, he wouldn't forget us." The three of them laughed loudly.

"Everyone, please wait a moment; the things will be brought up immediately." Jiwu smiled and clapped his hands.

Several Fusang people entered and placed a stove, with a copper pot set on top of the stove.

The Fusang people withdrew, and Songyi then said: "Mr. Jiwu, Mr. Yimu has been gone for so long, and our Dusong Society is leaderless; this cannot go on."

"That's right, you are Mr. Jiwu's younger brother; the Dusong Society should be headed by you," Yimu also nodded in agreement.

"I also want to settle the overall situation of the Dusong Society quickly, but that kid has my older brother's will in his hands." Xiaolang's expression was gloomy: "He also has a large number of supporters within the Dusong Society, so this matter is not easy to handle."

"President Jiwu died unclearly; who knows if that kid was playing tricks in the middle?" Yimu's expression was gloomy: "That kid Jingtian is just an outsider; what qualifications does he have to sit in the position of President of the Dusong Society?"

"That's right, although that kid's will is a video, it came about unclearly; who knows if President Jiwu was threatened by him at the time?" Songyi's expression was also very grave.

"The Dusong Society is something my brother spent a lot of effort to build up." Xiaolang said in a deep voice: "But now Jingtian is holding my brother's will and saying he is the successor of the Dusong Society. How could my brother possibly give the Dusong Society to him?"

"Yes, so there must be a problem here. Mr. Xiaolang, we are all veterans of the Dusong Society; we cannot let that kid succeed." The other two had gloomy faces.

"Yoshi, it's good that you can support me. Haha, I have prepared good things for everyone today; let's enjoy them together." Jiwu Xiaolang laughed heartily. He clapped his hands, and a five or six-year-old girl was brought up.

The girl was dressed in plain white clothing, and white Talismans were pasted on her body, with winding symbols drawn on the Talismans.

The girl's face was painted with a thick layer of oil paint; she kept her eyes closed and mouth shut, lying on a cart.