NOVEL NEXT Chapter 105: White, Delicate, Big Enough!
Chapter 105: White, Delicate, Big Enough!
Lin Fengmian walked over to the nearest stone table and lifted the white cloth, revealing a horrible and decomposing corpse.
He remained unfazed, as he had seen more horrible corpses in the Joyful Union Sect, but the stench was truly overwhelming.
Despite the ice blocks, the corpses still emitted a terrible stench due to the July heat.
He carefully examined each corpse and found a common feature: all of them had bite marks on their necks. Although most of their blood had been drained, they hadn’t dried up, hence the decomposition.
Wen Qinlin and Zhao Yazhi entered and saw him inspecting the bodies seriously.
Zhao Yazhi looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be unfazed.
What had he been doing for the past three years?
Lin Fengmian glanced at Wen Qinlin, “Brother Wen, did you find anything?”
“These bodies all have a faint demonic aura, but the bite marks don’t seem to be from a fox demon,” Wen Qinlin frowned.
Lin Fengmian agreed, “I also think these bite marks aren’t from a demon beast, too shallow, like newly grown fangs.”
“This is the work of a demonic cultivator!”
A hoarse voice came from Qin Haoxuan’s old companion who had unknowingly entered.
Wen Qinlin frowned, “Are you sure, friend?”
The old man nodded, “If I am right, these bite marks were left by a demon cultivator. If it were a demon race, they wouldn’t bother with mortals.”
“This person has been cultivating demonic tecnique for a short time, and he was unable to control his killing intent, so he killed mortals.”
He flipped over the first corpse and remained unperturbed, “Look at the initial victims, all with wounds, probably panicked, and this one has vomit on him.”
Lin Fengmian was confused and frowned, “What is a demon cultivator?”
Wen Qinlin explained, “It’s a human who consumes the inner core of a demon tribe, turns to demon cultivator, and becomes neither human nor demon.”
Lin Fengmian understood and looked at the old man, “Do you have a way to find this demon cultivator?”
The old man shook his head, “This demon cultivator has clearly learned to control his killing desire and hide. If we had the appropriate magic tools, it would be easier to find them.”
Lin Fengmian felt disappointed and went to the first few corpses to take a closer look.
Since these bodies had the most traces of the demon cultivator, he suddenly noticed an abnormal redness on the right cheek of one corpse.
He touched it and found it to be a layer of pink fat, and when he sniffed it, it even had a scent.
The smell was familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had smelled it before.
Lin Fengmian crouched down and sniffed the heads of several corpses, finding a strange scent mixed with the stench.
Zhao Yazhi’s face changed slightly as she scolded, “Lin Fengmian, aren’t you disgusting, sniffing corpses!”
Lin Fengmian was speechless, ready to ask Wen Qinlin for help, but he couldn’t handle her when she got close, so he gave up.
Due to the overwhelming stench inside, the group didn’t stay long and came out.
Outside, Qin Haoxuan’s face was still pale, and he no longer had that annoying smile on his face.
Lin Fengmian fetched water from a nearby water tank to wash his hands and smiled, “Mr. Qin, why do you look like you’re seriously ill?”
Qin Haoxuan weakly said, “I’m just not feeling well…”
Lin Fengmian laughed, “Mr. Qin, you’re not having your period, are you?”
“You!”
Qin Haoxuan wanted to hit him, but when he saw the disdainful looks of the others, he felt a pain in his chest and left in a huff.
Xie Lao and the others followed him. One of his followers asked, “Sir, what should we do, investigate the case?”
“We have demon detection stones, we’ll find the demon cultivator faster than Lin Fengmian, then the master can vent his anger.”
Qin Haoxuan angrily slapped his head, “Investigate, investigate your head, is this your home?”
The follower was a bit dazed, but still smiled, “No investigation, no investigation!”
Qin Haoxuan sneered, “We’ll just watch the tigers fight, it’s best if more people die, the bigger the incident the better.”
“You go to the market and spread rumors that Lin Fengmian scared off Master Huanglong and caused the murders. Let’s see how he deals with it.”
The follower’s eyes lit up as he quickly praised, “Sir, that’s a brilliant move!”
Qin Haoxuan smiled, “Also, have someone keep an eye on Lin Fengmian’s every move and report back to me.”
“And don’t let anyone know about our demon detecting stones, or else…”
The follower quickly nodded, “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Xie watched Qin Haoxuan’s actions, his eyes flashing with disdain.
This man seemed smart, but he was petty and incapable of great things.
After chasing Qin Haoxuan away, Lin Fengmian didn’t find much besides the strange smell.
He began to search the city for witnesses of the victims, hoping to find some clues.
With an unfriendly expression, Zhao Yazhi led the group around the city, not sparing them with her cold remarks.
After asking around without much success, they happened to pass Song Youwei’s tofu stall.
Song Youwei was busy by herself, with no sign of Zhu Laotai, and had no idea where she had gone.
Lin Fengmian smiled, “Brother Wen, let’s take a break, I’ll treat you to some tofu.”
He led Wen Qinlin and others over and smiled as he approached Song Youwei and said, “Sister Youwei, why don’t I see Aunt Zhu?”
Song Youwei gave him an angry look, “It’s all your fault, you made my mother so angry that she got sick and is resting at home.”
Lin Fengmian rubbed his nose awkwardly, “It’s not my fault, is it? I didn’t say anything.”
Song Youwei didn’t say anything, but asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Of course it’s to eat your tofu,” Lin Fengmian took out a piece of silver and smiled, “Song Youwei, give us each a bowl of tofu.”
Song Youwei took the silver, her face lit up, and turned around to serve each of them a bowl of tofu pudding.
Lin Fengmian watched as she bent over, admiring the amazing curve, truly a voluptuous beauty.
Just as he was secretly appreciating the beauty, Wen Qinlin’s voice sounded in his ear.
“Brother Lin, this woman has a demonic aura, even though it’s very weak, it’s definitely there.”
Lin Fengmian’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about the scent he smelled, could it be the woman’s scent?
Song Youwei turned around, carrying a tray with a bowl of tofu pudding for each of them.
Lin Fengmian took a bite of the tofu, looked at Song Youwei, and praised, “Still the same taste, white, tender, big enough!”
Song Youwei blushed and glared at him, “Stop being cheeky, what do you mean by big enough?”
“Of course, it means the portion is big! What else?” Lin Fengmian said seriously.