A bizarre resurgence begins with a pact made by a weasel.

[Five Immortals' Struggle for Divinity: Day Four Countdown]

Uncle Fu was invited to Sujing Hall.

He sat awkwardly on the sofa, opposite Xie Hong, who was wearing a snow-white dress and casually waving a paper fan.

"Young Miss, we've found out."

Su Mo walked in from outside.

"Andrew is dead."

"It was smashed to pieces in the church's back garden."

and,

The entire back garden was filled with the smell of his flesh and blood.

"This is not something an ordinary person could do; it's more like revenge and torture."

The blood parrot jumped out: "Brother, where's my brother?"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow and said:

"It probably got turned into roast chicken."

The blood parrot squawked angrily, only to be slapped away by Xie Hong.

She continued to ask:

"Where is the nun?"

"The rodents smelled the strong scent of wild beasts, and she did indeed activate the dragon blood within her, but she probably didn't make it out of the church."

Damn it!!

Xie Hong swept his long legs across the ground.

Splash!

The porcelain on the coffee table was all smashed to pieces on the floor.

"Who did this?!"

Her body heaved violently on the sofa, her large breasts swaying incessantly.

The nun died, and Andrew died too.

Xie Hong went through the scenario repeatedly in his mind and came to only one conclusion—that he was going to die too.

If the church pins Andrew's death on the nun, thereby implicating the college, then she will face either execution by the college or being burned alive by the church.

"Young lady, things may not be at their worst yet. I have already had the rats destroy the nun's remaining aura."

"Fool, that will implicate you, and in the end I won't be able to escape either."

This straightforward concern made Su Mo pause for a moment.

"What are you standing there for? Think of something!"

Su Mo stared at the tips of his shoes and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Please rest assured, young lady, they won't find anything on us. I had the rats kill some weasels, and used the weasel's stench to mask the smell of dragon blood."

"Are you trying to frame them?"

"No, this matter is indeed related to them."

Xie Hong suddenly stood up:

"It's Xie Qingqian's!?"

She stared coldly at Uncle Fu like an angry lioness, the ruthlessness in her eyes frightening him so much that he quickly lowered his head and shrank tightly into the sofa.

Su Mo shook his head and said:

"There were no extra remnants in the ruins, but around the church, the rodents collected some scents of weasels."

"Perhaps we should interrogate Xie Qing's butler properly."

Xie Hong extended his slender, delicate fingers and slipped them inside his collar, slowly pulling out a long, thin crystal bottle from between his two large breasts. Inside, pink liquid sloshed around—truth serum produced by the academy.

"Young lady, he is not worthy to touch your personal belongings."

Su Mo grabbed the crystal bottle first; it still retained some of her body heat.

He turned and left, and soon returned with a cup of coffee.

"Uncle Fu, please have some."

Looking at the pale-faced butler, he continued:

"This is Miss's kindness; telling the truth is for your own good, and even better for your family, isn't it?"

Uncle Fu closed his eyes, resignedly drank the coffee, and the bitter taste still lingered in his mouth before the first question came to him.

"Did Xie Qing sign a contract with Huang Xian?"

Uncle Fu felt his head was a complete mess, unable to think at all, let alone organize his thoughts, and simply spat out the fragments of memories in his mind.

"no."

Did he go into Huang Xian's room?

"no."

Why?

"Young master saw a piece of leather, a piece of leather with the Triad God painted on it."

That was a wondrous object used to seal and suppress the Five Immortals.

Xie Hong raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Xie Qing had never come into contact with Huang Xian in the past twenty years.

"He removed the map, so why not use you as a blood sacrifice for the maze?"

We've already come this far, there's no reason to give up halfway.

"Young Master said he couldn't bear to harm me, but he's determined not to grant Xie Lan's wish."

Xie Hong smiled and said:

"What, does he resent his father?"

Uncle Fu was in tears, his pale face contorted in pain.

"Because, because that picture is of Fifth Madam's skin."

The moment these words were spoken, the entire hall turned icy cold.

Xie Hong and Su Mo exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Who would have thought that the reason Xie Qing gave up on Huang Xian would be this?

but,

Only in this way can it be explained.

"Ha, he's still the same beast as always!"

Xie Hong lost interest and completely lost the will to ask questions.

"There's no need to ask anymore."

"Even if Huang Jue were to take action, he wouldn't be able to subdue the nun, let alone someone as insignificant as Xie Qing."

Su Mo didn't have much of an objection to this.

Huang Jue's paper-crafting technique had such obvious weaknesses that he was simply unwilling to overlook any suspicious detail due to his cautious nature.

He asked one last question:

"Does Xie Qing possess any extraordinary skills?"

"Won't."

"it is good."

Su Mo nodded.

"Uncle Fu, please go back to Xie Qing's side. If anything unusual happens around him, please report it to me immediately."

"Okay, okay."

The old butler, clutching his trembling legs, quickly left.

Just as he was about to cross the doorway, Su Mo's voice came again:

"Xie Qing, do you resent the young lady?"

"no."

Su Mo was finally completely relieved.

After the old butler left, he continued:

"Besides the weasels, there's another strange thing at the ruins."

"The twenty-five graves buried in the back garden were all dug up, and the remains inside had all disappeared."

Xie Hong frowned and looked at his god.

"Xie Xuan?"

"Very likely."

The rodents feared the holes that were now empty, filled with corpses.

Because the aura of natural enemies lingers within.

"He may have already made a pact with Liu Xian."

Xie Xuan is an opponent who is countless times more difficult to deal with than Xie Qing.

He is also Xie Qing's fourth brother.

He is the heir to the largest and most famous coffin shop in Donghai County.

"This isn't a bad thing. The muddier the water in the church, the better for you, isn't it?" Su Mo comforted Xie Hong, looking at his gloomy expression. "I'll arrange for the rat-born to monitor their every move."

"No, you shouldn't get involved in this."

Xie Hong unfolded his fan:

"Snakes are your natural enemies. I will arrange for people from the academy to monitor Xie Xuan. You continue collecting weasels and use their blood to marinate the church."

"We need to be quick; we must handle this before the Church of Grus's disciplinary team arrives."

A glint of light flashed in Su Mo's lowered eyes. He replied lightly:

"I see."

"Oh, and get me a few more Black people too."

The blood parrot jumped around excitedly as it watched the frozen young man.

"Serves you right!"

"You bastard, you deserve it."

Su Mo glared at him fiercely, and the bird immediately rolled onto Xie Hong's shoulder and began to slander, "Miss, the bottle, Su Mo stole your bottle, he stuffed it into his pocket..."

Xie Hong chuckled, turned around, and used his fan to lift Su Mo's chin.

"or……"

"Young Miss, gods and Herrschers absolutely cannot..."

Snapped!

The fan slammed into Su Mo's face, leaving a red mark on his handsome features.

The blood parrot stretched its neck gleefully and shrieked first, "Get out! Get out of here!"