Secret Buyer-Chapter 38: Flesh Plague

Tumors.

Zhang Fusheng saw people completely covered by pure pink tumors.

Their bodies were filled with tumors, writhing as if they were alive, and some even had eyes!

What the hell is this?!

"Kill... kill me..."

One of the tumors weakly pleaded.

Zhang Fusheng’s scalp tingled, and he didn’t dare to touch them. He asked solemnly:

"Zhou Qianshan, Chen Zhong?"

The tumors nodded with difficulty:

"Kill me... kill us..."

They were begging.

Zhang Fusheng suppressed his inner turmoil and asked in a low voice:

"Are you willing to exchange decades of contemplation technique practice for... peace?"

"I will take away your pain."

His aged voice echoed in the foul-smelling and cramped room, appearing solemn and grave.

The two centenarian elders covered in tumors nodded with difficulty.

Their minds were hazy, and they were enduring unimaginable torment, longing only for death, but it was something Zhang Fusheng could not grant them.

Death cannot be traded, and it would be judged by the contract as ’coerced by death.’

Masked and appearing as Zhong Mountain, Zhang Fusheng sighed softly,

He opened his hand, and the contract slowly appeared.

While drafting the trade, he suddenly wondered, what exactly is the elderly’s disease?

Just as the thought arose, words naturally appeared on the contract.

[Flesh Plague]

As expected, it wasn’t ’cancer.’

Flesh Plague, just hearing it sounds like something extremely evil.

Zhang Fusheng’s eyelid twitched. He again asked the centenarian known as Chen Zhong if he wished to complete the trade, exchanging memories of contemplation practice to free himself from the torment of tumors.

They nodded with difficulty.

The next second.

The contract dimmed suddenly, and the tumors on the old men’s bodies receded at an unbelievable speed.

"62 days? Why so long?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, placing roasted Star Beast meat into his mouth to chew and swallow. After consuming about thirty grams, the contract glowed again.

The second trade.

The tumors receded swiftly from Zhou Qianshan’s body too.

Along with the tumors, the years of contemplation practice and the ’memory’ of this trade were stripped from them.

"Eighty-one years in one case, eighty-six years in another... one hundred sixty-seven years of contemplation practice."

He exhaled a breath of foul air and didn’t take their enlightenment,

An entry level and minor achievement for more than eighty years, their talent wasn’t even as good as his.

Looking at the two restored, comatose elders,

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly.

"Dean Long can’t be kept."

This time is different from last. Two centenarian patients with ’Flesh Plague’ were miraculously cured, the powers behind Ankang Hospital will definitely investigate.

Dean Long is the only one he contacted.

Zhang Fusheng quietly left the makeshift morgue, heading back to the dean’s office through the empty fire escape.

As he approached.

"Where is the person?"

"Sir, he should still be in the makeshift morgue on the 2nd floor."

"Do you know their skill level?"

"This... Sir, I’m just an ordinary person, how would I know?"

Dean Long’s bitter laughter came through:

"You are a super expert of Twelve Refinements, in the whole of Jiangzhou City, how many can surpass you?"

What the hell!

Twelve Refinements!

In the stairwell, Zhang Fusheng’s heart skipped a beat, he immediately wanted to sneak away.

Luckily.

Luckily, with the New Death Appearance, he appeared like the dead, unobtrusive, and moved without a trace.

Wait, will there be any accidents?

He instinctively glanced at the ground, ensuring there were no dry branches or cups around...

Then he heard footsteps.

The door upstairs opened, and someone was descending, accompanied by the sound of a broom dragging on the ground.

Cleaning staff?

Zhang Fusheng’s old face turned black, should he run away directly... can he escape?

He immediately dismissed the thought.

Twelve Refinements, with strength of one hundred and eight thousand pounds.

There was no evading it.

......

Dean’s office.

Huang Haotian tightly furrowed his brows, murmuring to himself:

"Don’t know the strength, don’t know the background, don’t know the purpose..."

He stroked his long beard, his expression changing.

Surviving the dozens of sieges from the Federation, relied on caution!

This unknown mysterious figure, if it can be avoided, avoid it at all costs, but the problem is, it involves the Flesh Plague...

"Heavenly Communication above."

Huang Haotian quickly made a decision:

"Notify Chai Gate, have them bring people immediately... Hmm?"

Outside the door, not far away, footsteps suddenly sounded alongside the dull thud of a wooden staff hitting the ground...

Huang Haotian turned abruptly, staring at the door.

’Thud, thud, thud...’

The sound of footsteps and the staff hitting the ground approached at a snail’s pace, but!

In his perception, outside the door, there was emptiness.

Nothing at all.

Then where’s that sound?

A drop of sweat slid down Huang Haotian’s forehead.

The sound drew nearer, and nearer, Dean Long also sensed something was off, and along with the Daoist, stared intently at the door.

’Thud!’

The last wooden staff sound halted outside the door.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

’Creak~’

The mahogany door was gently pushed open, an elderly old man stood outside.

He looked seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and beard, his face covered by a black veil, wearing extremely simple clothes, holding a seemingly cheap wooden staff,

But the problem is, the man was clearly right in front, standing there,

Huang Haotian’s thoughts scanned frantically, near the Great Success level of Spiritual Will strived to perceive, yet it remained empty.

As if, what stood there wasn’t a person, but an invisible ghost.

More sweat appeared.

"It’s him!" Dean Long shouted.

The old man outside seemed to chuckle, his face obscure under the black veil.

He lifted his foot, stepped inside the door, then slightly raised the wooden staff, gently striking.

’Thud!!’

As if a grand, resonant bell.

Dean Long suddenly discovered, the surrounding scenery drastically changed, no longer his office, but... a vast boundless barren land.

He looked around in confusion, seeing an illusory figure standing afar, that silhouette flickered, suddenly approached ten meters, then flickered, approached ten meters...

The old dean panicked, retreated, tried to escape, yet found himself unable to move, in terror, that vague silhouette already stood before him.

"Roar!!"

The Residual Soul left by the gunman after his death, roared and tore off the old dean’s neck.

"Huh huh..." The old dean weakly waved his hands, his vision gradually fading.

Meanwhile, outside.

Huang Haotian saw Dean Long suddenly frozen, his throat inexplicably torn, body weakened, fell silent to the ground.

"Divine Realm..." He spoke hoarsely, hair standing up, muttering with despair: "Grandmaster?"

"Or Grandmaster?"

Huang Haotian retreated, until his back hit the wall, no retreat possible.

He forced a very weak smile:

"Senior."

Zhang Fusheng responded with a nasal sound ’Hmm’, said calmly:

"You, relay a message."

Huang Haotian’s heart jumped wildly, quickly bowed:

"Please, Senior, instruct!!"

His legs turned weak, uncontrollably filled with hope, being told to relay a message... doesn’t that mean he won’t die?

Amidst chaotic thoughts, Huang Haotian heard the old man speak softly:

"The Flesh Plague is quite interesting, but tell him, moderation in all things, if he crosses the line again, don’t blame me for forgetting past ties."

As he spoke, the old man softly drew a shallow white line on the floor with his staff.

As if saying, whoever crosses this line, there’s no salvation.

Huang Haotian tremblingly made a gesture of respect:

"Understood, will surely pass on Senior’s message."

He wondered, who was the ’him’ Senior referred to?

Could it be...

Huang Haotian’s forehead sweated more profusely.

"And so be it."

The old man turned around, walked very slowly and calmly towards the exit, the sound of ’thud thud thud’ echoed in the corridor,

only when he fully disappeared, even the sound ceased, Huang Haotian felt like his bones were pulled out, collapsing on the ground.

"Daoist survived another ordeal." Suddenly, he laughed crazily.