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Chapter 835: Chapter 327: Dead Man, Chen Wudi! (3)

The list of hard drive partitions popped up.

C Drive, D Drive... all partitions were completely empty!

No documents, no pictures, no personal files at all, not even system caches and log files were left.

Fang Qingyu’s eyebrows subtly furrowed.

The Celestial Punishment Association’s control over information was disturbingly tight.

He then opened the browser.

Clicked on the browsing history...

The most recent entry was already a few months ago.

The title was striking:

[Mystery of the Martial Arts Legend’s Fall: Did Chen Wudi Evaporate in the Human World, or Has He Fled?]

[Exclusive Revelation: The Last Known Location and Speculation of the Human-Shaped Fierce Beast Chen Wudi!]

[Review of Chen Wudi’s Lifetime Achievements: Invincible at Tier Three, Clashing Head-On Against a Tier Four Life Ghost!]

Fang Qingyu clicked on the first one.

His gaze locked intensely on the image section of the webpage.

Images that were blurry or clear began to load.

There was Chen Wudi’s imposing figure looking down on opponents in the arena.

There was a silhouette of him brutally killing a powerful Life Ghost with bare hands.

And several photos reportedly taken of him from the side during his last sighting in a harbor city...

When Fang Qingyu saw a magnified one, said to be Chen Wudi’s last appearance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Although the photo was a bit blurry and taken from a tricky angle.

But the robust figure, the resolute face of the man in the photo...

The contour of the brow bone, the lines of the nose, the tightly pressed mouth...

Bore at least a seventy percent resemblance to the prisoner hanging looseheaded, emaciated, bound with black chains on that huge cross in the underground space!

...

East City District.

Outside Zhaoyuan Alley, a dilapidated black SUV quietly parked in the shadows.

Fang Qingyu sat inside the vehicle.

He tore off the mask of "Mo Chuan" from his face.

When the edge of the mask peeled away from his skin, there was a slight adhesive feel, like tearing off a layer of skin.

Fang Qingyu let out a long sigh, tossed the mask onto the passenger seat, and quickly removed the black robe.

Jiang Wei’s movements were just as swift.

Her fiery red hair lost the restraint of the hood, cascading like a waterfall, flowing like lava in the dim cabin.

She cast her clear ruby red eyes at Fang Qingyu.

The calm facade she had in the underground space was gone.

Now filled with gravitas and a hint of disbelief.

"I discovered something very wrong."

Jiang Wei’s voice carried a restrained tension.

Fang Qingyu started the car, with a heavy rumble from the engine.

As he skillfully drove the car out from the dark alley onto the slightly noisy street traffic outside, he said in a deep voice, "Me too. We’ll talk when we get back."

Inside the car, a brief silence fell.

Only the noise of the engine and the blurred clamor of the city outside.

The car smoothly navigated through the City of Injustice’s web-like complex streets, eventually returning to the grandeur of the hotel in the city center.

The two quickly returned to the floor where Fang Qingyu was staying.

Entering the room, Fang Qingyu locked the door behind him and then looked at Jiang Wei, "Alright, what did you find?"

Jiang Wei walked to the sofa in the center of the room and sat down, her brow tightly furrowed, seemingly struggling to organize her thoughts. Finally, she looked up, staring straight into Fang Qingyu’s eyes and said:

"I found... the ’Liu Yun’ I replaced, she doesn’t seem to be alive?"

"?"

Fang Qingyu listened, visibly confused.

"After entering that office, I checked the computer first," Jiang Wei spoke faster, recounting with logic and clarity, "The desktop was clean, no files at all. Then I immediately checked the desk drawers."

"The first drawer was empty. Opening the second..."

"There, neatly arranged, were preservatives, formalin, and corpse wax..."

She paused, emphasizing, "Also, since we set foot in the Celestial Punishment Association’s headquarters, I’ve been faintly smelling a slight odor of dead bodies, but in that enclosed office of Liu Yun’s, perhaps due to the poor ventilation, the smell became very noticeable!"

Fang Qingyu listened, his brow furrowing slightly.

He hadn’t noticed any odor of death, but if Jiang Wei was so certain.

There shouldn’t be any mistakes.

In fact, Mo Chuan’s room, the one Fang Qingyu searched, also contained such items.

At the time, Fang Qingyu thought these were just mysterious practices by the Celestial Punishment Association members who frequently dealt with corpses.

But now, it seemed something was entirely different.

If every member of the Celestial Punishment Association, especially those deacons with private offices, had drawers stocked with corpse preservation supplies...

Coupled with the corpse odor Jiang Wei detected.

A chilling hypothesis emerged.

These members of the Celestial Punishment Association, wearing black robes and masks...

Very likely, most of them, at least those like Mo Chuan, Liu Yun, who were at the deacon level.

Their bodies were already corpses.

Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu’s brow tightened into a dead knot.

A question arose in his mind.

Do dead bodies have titles?

With this thought, he immediately recalled He Manhe.

The puppets under He Manhe’s control, in Fang Qingyu’s view, all had titles.

They were lifeless, completely controlled by He Manhe’s spiritual will.

If the members of the Celestial Punishment Association were similar beings.

Their bodies long dead, merely manipulated by some will.

Then their uniformity like a programmed pattern, their deathly silence, and the preservatives in drawers, and the faint smell of death in the air, all made perfect sense!