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Zhong Kui's Diary
"I think we should find a chance to scare Zhu Qi and ask who the person with the Pentagram Scar is. Let's discuss it," Fatty said thoughtfully while stroking his chin.
The two of us fell silent for a moment, and I suddenly asked, "Hey Fatty, is it possible that the person with the Pentagram Scar is Zhao Donghai?"
"I don't know," Fatty replied, scratching his head in frustration, then laughed, "Why don't you call that guy, Zhu Qi, and see what he says?"
"Yeah, that works." I nodded, took out my phone, and dialed Zhu Qi's number. After four or five rings, Zhu Qi finally answered, "It's past nine at night, Zheng Nan. What’s the instruction for calling at this hour?"
"Damn it, it turns out that the one with the Pentagram Scar is Zhao Donghai," I said, trying to sound like I had everything under control.
"Wait, how did you find that out?" Zhu Qi seemed a bit taken aback by my question and instinctively responded.
I was overjoyed and quickly made up an excuse to hang up the phone. I nodded to Fatty and said, "It should be him. Next, we’ll take care of him."
"Should we call Kong Xuan Lingfeng and the others?"
"Pfft, he's just a paper tiger; there's no need for such a big deal." I snorted, threw away my cigarette butt, and stood up.
"A paper tiger? That's good; I was worried he might have some hidden skills," Fatty laughed.
"There aren't that many experts in this world." Knowing that Zhao Donghai might be that mysterious mastermind put me in a much better mood. I started bragging about my connections: "Underworld Yang Realm has only twelve Grandmaster-level Experts, and I've dealt with nine of them. Uh... Flower Attacker and Gao Youdi are already gone, and that Bixi was killed by Gao Youdi. Even so, I still know six of the remaining nine experts. Impressive, right?"
Fatty exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Ghost Brother, you're so impressive! Who are those six? Let me see if I know one or two."
"Ghostly Zombie Old Man, Jiang Ziyu, John, Ji Wuyuan, Grandpa Xiao, and Yazhi," I counted them off on my fingers.
Fatty showed a disdainful smile and said, "Ghost Brother, I've seen these people besides Yazhi. What's so special about them?"
I was taken aback for a moment and suddenly remembered my first encounter with the Ghostly Zombie Old Man in the room of the female ghost Qing Qiu. Fatty was right there beside me at that time, wasn't he? And in the Sand City Hotel, when I used the Bronze Medal to summon Ji Wuyuan, Fatty also saw that. Ji Wuyuan was playing cards with Jiang Ziyu and John then. As for Xiao Jue, Grandpa Xiao, he probably knew him even before I did. Thinking about it this way, my network isn't that impressive after all.
I chuckled and changed the subject, "I should find someone to check Zhao Donghai's current address. The sooner we resolve this matter, the better."
Should I call Lingfeng or Xie Weijian? Lingfeng could find Zhao Donghai's residence through his ID information, while Xie Weijian could directly access the company's database to pull up Zhao Donghai's address.
While I was pondering this, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
"Zheng Nan?" The voice on the other end was cheerful and somewhat familiar.
At first, I didn't recognize it, but then my heart skipped a beat; it was actually Zhao Donghai.
"Zhao Donghai?" I asked suspiciously.
"Yes, yes! It's me. Zhu Qi just called me. You're checking on my Pentagram Scar, Zheng Nan. What do you mean by that?" Zhao Donghai's voice remained warm and friendly, as if chatting with an old friend.
"Nothing much, just asking casually," I replied amicably. I had to keep him calm; otherwise, if he hung up and ran away, where would I find him later?
"It seems we need to have a chat. How about this: let's meet at Qingxiu Park later," Zhao Donghai suggested with a smile. "It's ten o'clock now; let's meet at the top of Qingxiu Park at eleven. Don't be late."
"Sure, see you there."
After hanging up, I smiled at Fatty and said, "This guy won't take the path that's open to him but will try to enter through hell's gate. Let's go deal with this embroidered pillow."
We called a cab and arrived at Qingxiu Park about twenty minutes later.
Qingxiu District is an Old Town District, and Qingxiu Park is like the big brother within the Old Town District. The flowerbed railings inside are from the 1970s, and because of this, these structures are exceptionally sturdy, with hardly any signs of decay.
Due to the needs of the high-speed railway station, a large portion of Qingxiu Park has been requisitioned, leaving only a square, a water pool, and a hillside behind the pool that has been cut down to about twenty meters high. The hillside is lush and relatively quiet.
Previously, many elderly people would come here for walks in the morning and evening, and many students would come to read in the morning... but now, that is mostly gone. In the mornings, there are square dances that disrupt the once peaceful environment filled with birdsong, and at night it has become a place for pick-up artists—"Come on, big brother, let's have some fun. Twenty yuan for one round on the grass, one hundred yuan for five rounds. There's a promotion now: two rounds get you a free sausage, from Shuanghui..."
Fortunately, when I came with Fatty, the park was mostly empty. The business of the pick-up artists was mainly with some old men and migrant workers. At this hour, the old men were heading home to sleep, and the workers were going back to rest after another tiring day.
Climbing to the top of the hill, I smoked two cigarettes. To prevent any accidents, I pulled out a page from my Mustard Seed Pendant and held it tightly in my palm—the Book of Life and Death. Just in case Zhao Donghai had some skilled companions with him. I currently have six pages from the Book of Life and Death, so taking one out for self-defense shouldn't be excessive. As for the golden ball, it's about the size of a fist; holding it in my hand would be too conspicuous.
Before long, under the bright moonlight, Zhao Donghai walked up slowly.
When he reached us, Zhao Donghai looked around and saw no one else. He smiled slightly and said, “Zheng Nan, what do you mean by checking on me? Are you forcing me to kill you?”
Hearing someone who smiles at you say such things feels very strange.
“At this point, there's no need to hide anything anymore. You're the one who got Yeh Rong addicted to drugs, right?” I didn't shy away from confronting Zhao Donghai, casually putting away the Book of Life and Death into my Mustard Seed Pendant, snorting coldly: “You had the police chief Dong Xiaocheng hold back the Compulsory Detox Notification, didn’t you?”
Upon seeing me put away the Book of Life and Death, Zhao Donghai's eyes lit up, and his expression began to turn strange. After a moment he said, “About your family’s matter with Sha Zhiyuan? Yes, that was all me.”
When Fatty heard this, he immediately became furious and kicked towards Zhao Donghai's backside.
Back at the entrance of the Lotus Leaf Family, when Zhao Donghai was fighting with those three thugs, I knew he was just a showy facade. Knowing this as well, Fatty held back his strength; this kick was aimed at his rear end rather than any vital areas.
With a loud thud, a figure was sent flying three meters away; standing before me was still Zhao Donghai, while it was actually Fatty who had been knocked back.
How could this be possible? Clearly, Zhao Donghai is just a showy facade.
Fatty struggled to stand up, gasping for breath, "Ghost Brother, is this your embroidered pillow?"
Zhao Donghai laughed heartily, his face filled with sunny confidence, "With just the two of you, you're no match for me at all. I originally wanted to kill you, but now I've changed my mind. I want to know who instructed you to investigate me."
"Instructed? It was my conscience that instructed me!" I shouted, swinging my fist forward.
Everyone has a strange thought; even if nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine people have failed at something, when it comes to their turn, they still want to give it a try. Who knows, maybe they could be the one chosen by Wan Li?
Right now, I had that same thought. Just because Fatty wasn't his opponent didn't mean I wasn't his opponent.
I threw a punch, the wind howling as it rushed toward Zhao Donghai's face.
I couldn't stand that smug look on your face. What a show-off!
Zhao Donghai still wore that irritating expression, standing there unmoving, seemingly oblivious to my punch.
Stay still and see how I can beat you into a colorful mess!
My fist got closer and closer to Zhao Donghai's face—ten centimeters, five centimeters, two centimeters, one centimeter. Just as I calculated that my fist was about to hit Zhao Donghai's face, I suddenly realized that my punch had completely missed. At the moment when my fist should have struck Zhao Donghai, there was nothing in front of it.
The immense inertia propelled me forward; my fist passed right through Zhao Donghai's head like an illusory shadow. I went straight through his body.
What the hell? Is Zhao Donghai not human?
I stumbled a few steps, steadied myself, and turned around in shock, asking, "Are you a ghost?"
"With such little skill, you dare to investigate me? I thought I was facing some expert," Zhao Donghai said with a hint of mockery on his face.
"Who the hell are you?" I shouted sternly.
"With your little skills, you really don't deserve to know my name." Zhao Donghai shook his head and turned to walk down the mountain. "It seems you don't know who I am either. Hmph, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill you. You two better watch yourselves. If I catch you two messing around again, don't blame me for being rude."
I casually took out a Mystic Barrier Gold Sphere and charged at Zhao Donghai's back, shouting, "Rage, Ice Cream!"
With a whoosh, a burst of golden mist erupted from the surface of the gold sphere, swirling around it, indicating that the Blazing Barrier's Restriction had been activated.
"Stop making a fool of yourself!" Zhao Donghai continued walking leisurely without turning back, completely unconcerned about my attack.
Hmph, even a Grandmaster-level Expert like Flower Attacker would be injured and spitting blood from a hit by the gold sphere. Could it be that you're even more formidable than Flower Attacker? Just as I was one meter away from Zhao Donghai, I raised my hand and threw the gold sphere directly at his back.
With a thud, the gold sphere struck Zhao Donghai, and at that moment, the golden mist on the sphere instantly vanished, rolling off to the side.
The golden mist from the sphere disappeared just like that? Did this bastard casually break my Icebound Expanse? I... I can't believe this... Am I really just playing with a ball here?
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