The gardener nodded, raising one hand slightly.
"Go, my child, complete your mission."
At this moment.
The gardener and the fatty were standing at the entrance of a narrow alley. Due to the towering buildings on both sides, the alley was cast in shadow and appeared dim. Just as the gardener spoke, from the shadows behind him, where there was no one, a figure suddenly emerged:
"Yes, Mother."
As the words were spoken.
It was as if a figure stepped out of the shadows, and as it emerged from the darkness, its form was fully revealed – a man of unparalleled beauty.
"Holy cow, Gardener, are you sure this is the ghost created from Jin Zhenghe's corpse?"
The fatty's eyes widened as he looked the stunningly beautiful man up and down, unable to refrain from quipping:
"I bet Jin Zhenghe is laughing his head off on the road to the underworld right now. Dying once and becoming a handsome guy, this isn't death, it's clearly a rebirth through fire."
Regarding the fatty's words.
The gardener waved his hand dismissively, a hint of disgust in his voice:
"Jin Zhenghe was too ugly, and if I were to create such a ghost from him, I might as well kill myself. So, I made some minor adjustments to Jin Zhenghe, fixing his physique and face."
The fatty didn't respond, still appraising the transformed Jin Zhenghe.
"You know, looking closely, he does resemble Jin Zhenghe by about fifty to sixty percent. It seems that while you were in the Land of Thieves, Gardener, you not only provided support for our Senluo Division but also learned the art of plastic surgery, haha."
"Alright, enough nonsense. Let's get moving. Zhang Wei has already entered the residential area."
"Understood."
The fatty rubbed his hands together and swiped at his face. Instantly, his appearance changed. No longer plump, he became incredibly handsome. This was a pre-arranged plan with the gardener to disguise their identities and prevent the missing person case from being linked to the Senluo Division. After all, their sole purpose was to help Zhang Wei obtain a quasi-national-level artifact, so there was no need to expose their true identities.
Then.
The fatty said to Jin Zhenghe:
"Let's go, accompany me, your great villain, for the final high-stakes death scene of your life."
...
On the other side.
In the upscale residential area.
At this moment.
After some communication, Zhang Wei followed the property manager to Jin Zhenghe's doorstep. Surveillance personnel also stealthily followed from a distance.
It could be seen.
There was a pool of dried bloodstains at Jin Zhenghe's door, the place where he had died. To preserve the crime scene, it had not been cleaned. Just as Zhang Wei was about to step forward to examine it.
"What's going on? Is it going to rain?"
The property manager blinked, noticing that the surrounding light had dimmed, assuming it was about to rain due to overcast skies. He instinctively looked up at the sky.
But upon looking.
"Ah!!!"
The property manager's pupils contracted, and he let out a terrified scream.
The sky was not covered by clouds as he had imagined. Instead, it was pitch black, with no sign of the sun. All that hung in the sky was a blood-red full moon. It was early morning, how could daytime suddenly turn into night, let alone with an unprecedented blood-red moon?
However.
Before the property manager could even process the change in the sky, two crisp footsteps echoed from not too far away.
Whether it was Zhang Wei, the property manager, or the surveillance personnel hiding in the shadows, they all turned their heads in the direction of the sound. Then, the property manager and the surveillance personnel's expressions changed.
"Ghosts!!!"
"Ah!!"
From a distance, two figures with handsome faces were approaching. If one only looked at their faces, there was nothing unusual; they would simply be seen as handsome men. But as they took each step, they left behind bloody footprints, and the ghostly aura emanating from their bodies coalesced into howling specters.
Even ordinary people could tell that the two handsome figures were definitely not human.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei took a step forward, shielding the property manager, his gaze fixed directly on the two figures:
"Who are you?"
In his heart, he thought:
"They're here, huh? I've been waiting. Fatty, your disguise is quite dashing, hahaha."
On the other side.
In response to Zhang Wei's question, Jin Zhenghe's deathly pale eyes stared directly at Zhang Wei and said:
"I heard you're investigating us? Honestly, your face is quite to my liking, so much so that I've decided against letting you investigate. I'd rather just capture you directly."
As he finished speaking.
The fatty beside him chimed in:
"Heh heh heh, Zhang Wei, be fortunate. To be favored by the Master is your greatest honor. Master, I shall go and take Zhang Wei's life and rip off his face as an offering to you."
Then.
As if not giving Zhang Wei a chance to react, the fatty erupted, and his aura, that of a top-tier Ghost King, bordering on the quasi-True Dragon Guard level, surged forth. In an instant, he appeared before Zhang Wei, his five fingers splayed, intending to twist Zhang Wei's head off.
Soon.
His hand was only a millimeter away from Zhang Wei's face, or perhaps only a centimeter.
Zhang Wei, at some unknown point, had reached out and grabbed the fatty's hand, preventing him from advancing even half a step. Simultaneously, Zhang Wei placed his other hand on the fatty's chest.
The next second.
An incredibly powerful and terrifying aura erupted. Even the two ordinary individuals, the property manager and the surveillance personnel, could feel it. At this moment, Zhang Wei was like a deity, and even if a deity descended upon this young man, it would not overshadow his divine might.
"Ah!!!"
The fatty let out a scream and was sent flying. His body was like a cannonball, smashing through three to four villas before coming to a halt.
Upon closer inspection.
The previously luxurious and opulent villas were reduced to rubble, with dust and smoke billowing everywhere, accompanied by cries of agony. It was the fatty, lying on the ground, writhing in pain.
[Ding! Fatty... Hey, I truly live up to being the most stylish villain. This acting is so superb, even I almost feel like a severely injured ghost.]
[Host has obtained the system but +200] /
Thinking to himself.
The fatty struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his caved-in chest and coughing up a large amount of blood. His face instantly turned pale, making him appear severely injured.
On the other side.
Witnessing Zhang Wei send the formidable fatty flying with a single palm strike, the surveillance personnel were shocked. However, they had no time to dwell on their astonishment. Forcing down their immense fear, they quickly pulled out their phones and sent a text message to the president of the Dharma Association:
"President! It's appeared, the mastermind behind the missing person case has shown up! It's targeted Zhang Wei!!"
While typing.
A deafening explosion suddenly occurred, causing the surveillance personnel to instinctively stop and look, their pupils constricting.
It was Zhang Wei and 'Jin Zhenghe'.
At some unknown point, they had already engaged in combat. The two were like volcanoes that had accumulated power for a hundred years, and the moment they collided, they unleashed earth-shattering power. The entire ghost domain vibrated violently, and the surrounding villas instantly crumbled, turning into dust.
Seeing this.
The surveillance personnel quickly added another sentence to their text message:
"They're fighting! Zhang Wei and the mastermind are fighting!!!"
...