Chapter 85 Wang Jian’s Doubts

Ah Huang was right. At that moment when Fu Yang first awakened his ghostly powers, he instantly reached the strength of a Three-Talisman Adept, nearly matching Liu Mengshu at her normal state. If he could fully control that power, there would be no problem in annihilating this heavily wounded tree demon in a flash.

Swish, swish, swish!

Wang Jian’s hands moved more deftly than the sharpest blade, gouging out a deep hole in the trunk by sheer force. He clutched the heart-shaped core, the size of a human head, and yanked it out!

Then, tilting his head back, he let out a thunderous roar, squeezing the tree heart with all his might.

Bang!

The core exploded into fragments, scattering everywhere.

Faintly, Fu Yang, Ah Huang, and the others seemed to hear a shrill scream like a child’s wail in their ears. It must have been the soul of the tree demon in its final despair...

With the shattering of the tree heart—the demon nucleus—the wildly thrashing roots suddenly halted, then collapsed limply to the ground, losing all strength.

Thus, the mysterious and deadly corpse demon tree, which had drawn both Tuka Cha and Liu Mengshu into a struggle, was destroyed!

That black-robed woman who had threatened and coerced Liu Mengshu would surely be furious now...

With a hiss, the five yellow paper talismans stuck to Wang Jian’s body spontaneously combusted, vanishing without so much as a trace of ash.

His eyes, once clouded and dazed, cleared up, returning to their usual cold and disdainful expression. He glanced at the fallen demon, then walked slowly toward them, issuing instructions to the special police officers.

“Clean up this place quickly, then notify the relevant departments to take over and handle the aftermath.”

“Yes, sir!”

That scene had left the special police deeply impressed, and they readily accepted their new superior.

Of course, those who had previously accompanied Zhao Shanshan to investigate at Zhenhui Silk Factory—like Liu Zhan—were not among them. They had been reassigned, dispersed to various district bureaus across Jiang City from headquarters...

As Wang Jian approached, Fu Yang and Ah Huang showed no pleasant faces. Seeing that another argument or duel was about to erupt at the slightest provocation, Zhao Shanshan hurried to mediate.

“Alright, it’s over now. Fu Yang, Ah Huang, let’s go home.”

“If you want to leave, hand over your temporary police IDs. You were appointed by Deputy Captain Zhao, and now she’s been transferred. As the new head, I have the authority to revoke your temporary auxiliary police status!”

Damn it... he made such a sound argument, Fu Yang was actually left speechless.

He stared blankly for a moment, then chuckled dryly, “I don’t care about that worthless thing anyway! I only helped Shanshan out; now I’m done. Fight the evil masters yourself. Watch out for that hundred-year-old demon—don’t let him destroy you and turn you into a duck in a second.”

Wang Jian ignored Fu Yang’s vulgar taunts, merely squinting at him, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Ah Huang and Fu Yang dug out their temporary police badges and tossed them back without a backward glance, striding away with Zhao Shanshan.

Wang Jian stood there, holding the two badges, seemingly lost in thought.

“Dragon Tiger Mountain... Hmph! I despise these so-called righteous sects, all false virtue and empty positions. That Fu Yang, though—why does he give me such an ominous feeling, as if facing some terrifying presence? Who exactly is he? I must investigate when time allows.”

As a top investigator in the East China division of the National Security Bureau’s Zero Unit, Wang Jian wielded considerable power. His methods were always iron-fisted, never showing mercy against evil. His bluntness had earned him enemies in both the supernatural world and politics.

Offending two ordinary Daoists this time caused him not the slightest psychological burden...

The three returned to the station, still seething with resentment for a long while before finally calming down.

“Fu Yang, don’t be too angry. I’ve heard this Commissioner Wang is always like that; he doesn’t mean to target you.”

Zhao Shanshan tried to comfort him.

Ah Huang snorted coldly, “That just proves he’s a disgrace to the Dao! Once my old master teaches me the Three Pure Talismans and I’m officially initiated, I’ll come back and challenge him. We’ll see who ends up begging for mercy!”

After venting about Wang Jian, the conversation shifted to Zhao Shanshan’s transfer.

Once she went to BJ, meeting up would become rare.

“How about you come to BJ after graduation?”

“Yes, it’s soon. Next semester I have to prepare for my internship. If the chance comes, I’ll go to BJ.”

“Good!”

Zhao Shanshan smiled, then took off a necklace from her neck.

“This necklace is for you. You and Ah Huang helped me so much, and the police reward never came through. Consider it a keepsake.”

Fu Yang was momentarily stunned, hesitated, then accepted it, making a funny face at her. “Thank you!”

Two days later, Zhao Shanshan left Jiang City, transferred to BJ. With no more police cooperation, Fu Yang and Ah Huang’s lives returned to normal.

One focused on surviving the remaining final exams, the other continued his hustling, telling fortunes and feng shui for money...

Early one morning, Fu Yang opened his eyes to find a ghastly pale ghostly face right in front of him—terrifying!

“Oh, my queen, must you mess with me the moment you appear? Can’t a guy get some sleep?”

He grumbled helplessly, tried to roll over and sleep again.

“Wow, Fu Yang, you’re impressive. How did you know it was me? What if it was a vengeful ghost coming for your life? Aren’t you scared? Hey, get up, no more sleeping!”

It was Dong Weike, who had rested for a few days in her spirit tablet and now burst out, full of energy, immediately tormenting Fu Yang.

Seeing him still trying to sleep, she was so annoyed her teeth ached.

“Alright, brat, not afraid of me anymore, huh? Watch how I deal with you!”

She waved her hand, and countless black tendrils swirled, instantly wrapping Fu Yang up and suspending him upside down in midair...

“What? What are you doing! Damn, I’m only wearing underwear...”

Fu Yang screamed miserably, writhing half-naked in the air.

Unexpectedly, this female “lust” ghost even teased him about his physique, then controlled the black mist to tickle his feet and armpits.

The room filled with wild laughter and desperate cries of “Queen, please, no more!” as he begged for mercy.

The elderly woman next door, up early for groceries, heard the commotion. First she was startled.

Then, with an expression both envious and disdainful, she shook her head, “Tsk, times have changed. Young people today, playing so wild first thing in the morning, calling her ‘queen’—must be using toys! Reminds me of my own youth...”

The old lady instantly fell into reminiscing about her own glorious days.

After five minutes of Fu Yang’s pleading, Dong Weike finally released him. (First update! Old Wu can’t rest even on weekends, bringing readers another exciting story!)