Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 89

The security captain, standing three meters away with his legs still trembling, turned and shouted into the ranks upon hearing this:

"Did you hear me! Who has a knife in their car?!"

A young security guard rummaged through the storage compartment of the patrol car and pulled out a utility knife, handing it to him with trembling hands.

Chen Li took it and cut open the deceased's suit jacket and inner shirt, revealing the bluish-black skin on his chest and abdomen.

The bulging veins, resembling tree roots, extend from the collarbone to above the pubic symphysis, converging at the midline of the abdomen to form a dark red vortex-like mark, like a coiled centipede.

The host marker of the Corpse-Controlling Gu.

He had seen similar patterns in the Gu technique notes left by his Six-Fingered Master.

Chen Li used the tip of his knife to make a cut along the edge of the mark. After the skin split open, no blood gushed out, only a clump of black, viscous liquid slowly seeped out, mixed with an indescribable fishy-sweet smell.

He probed the knife tip in and touched it twice, finding a hard object, about the size of a fingernail, oval-shaped, attached to the surface of one of his ribs, like a parasitic shellfish.

Do you have tweezers?

This time, the security captain reacted quickly, pulling a pair of pointed tweezers from his multi-tool bag and handing it over.

Chen Li took it, widened the blade a bit, and used tweezers to precisely grasp the edge of the hard object and pull it out.

The thing seemed to still be alive; it twitched slightly when it was clamped, but Chen Li applied more force and pulled it out.

A jet-black centipede with golden legs landed on the lawn, its head segment pinned by the tip of tweezers, its twelve legs still twitching weakly.

It is about half a foot long. Its carapace has a cold, bluish glow under the light. There is a ring of dark red fine lines at the joint of each carapace segment, as if it were drawn with cinnabar.

"This is the thing that controls corpses."

Chen Li raised the tweezers, letting the streetlight overhead illuminate the centipede's shape.

"The Golden-Legged Centipede Gu is a direct descendant technique from the Southern Frontier lineage. If the master is not dead, this thing will live for at most half an incense stick's time after leaving its host."

As soon as he finished speaking, the centipede's legs began to twitch more rapidly, and fine cracks began to appear on its carapace, spreading from its head to its tail, like clay being baked at high temperatures.

In less than ten seconds, the entire centipede disintegrated from the inside into grayish-black fragments, which fell from the tips of the tweezers and scattered with a gust of wind.

Nothing will be left behind, not even physical evidence to trace its origin.

Chen Li returned the tweezers to the security captain and stood up.

His gaze swept across the lawn, but he found no other clues.

The corpse that had lost the centipede was changing at a visible speed. The black veins on its skin began to fade, the bulging veins slowly subsided, and the whole body collapsed a bit like a deflated balloon, eventually returning to the appearance of an ordinary corpse that had been seriously injured in a car accident and could not be saved.

Chen Jia leaned halfway out from the second-floor railing, her voice still trembling with relief:

"How is it?"

"It's alright, don't get down."

Chen Jia wouldn't listen to a word he said.

She wrapped her bathrobe tighter, slipped on her slippers, ran down from the second floor, crossed the living room, pushed open the glass door, and rushed into the yard.

"Is this the person from earlier?"

"Um."

Because the black vein patterns had faded, he looked like a middle-aged man who had suffered misfortune, completely different from the blue-faced, fanged devil from before.

The security captain finally regained some professional composure, took two steps closer, and lowered his voice:

"Mr. Chen, what should we do with this person? Should we call the police?"

Chen Li shook his head:

"Leave this to me, you can leave."

A bunch of cowards, all they do when trouble comes is run away.

The security captain waved his hand, and the group dispersed in an organized manner.

It was past eleven o'clock when the courtyard quieted down again.

Chen Li signaled the security guards to leave, closed and locked the villa gate, and then turned and walked into the living room.

Chen Jia followed closely behind him, locking the glass door behind him and drawing the curtains after entering the room.

"You say that thing is being manipulated, then where is the person manipulating it?"

"It's not necessarily nearby."

Chen Li walked to the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and said:

"When Gu magic reaches a certain level, the controller can control the host from several kilometers away, and can even carry out commands through several walls."

"But the fact that they let it come to this yard means they already know where I live."

He called Song Qingtong and told her about it, hoping she could send a few skilled men to ensure the absolute safety of Villa No. 28.

Song Qingtong angrily said:

"Who would dare use evil magic in the city?"

Chen Li replied:

"I suspect Ye Qinglian, or her master, Master Guigu."

"I managed to thwart the Century Hospital incident during the day, and Xu Jiang was arrested again. The Ye family suffered a setback and they're determined to get revenge."

Song Qingtong said:

"Understood. You don't need to worry about the rest. I will investigate secretly."

Chen Li turned his head and saw Chen Jia's expression change:

"Were you scared?"

Chen Jia bit her lower lip and shook her head, but nodded a few seconds later.

She released her hands from the edge of the table, walked around to Chen Li, and suddenly reached out with both hands to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him towards her.

The force wasn't great, but it brought us closer, close enough that we could smell each other's scent.

Her voice was much deeper than before:

"Promise me you'll be careful from now on and don't get hurt. I don't want to be a widow."

Chen Li looked at her face so close to his own, paused for a moment, and then reached out and touched her lips with the pad of his thumb.

Chen Jia didn't dodge; instead, she gently pressed her face against his palm, like a cat rubbing against someone's hand, very affectionately.

Not long after.

Song Qingtong arrived with her men, surveyed the scene, took photos as evidence, and after a series of document collections, it was time to verify the assassin's true identity.

Although Han Jiang went to the venue for the upgrade to a five-star hospital with Ye Qinglian, he was playing on his phone and didn't notice Han Jiang sitting there silently.

After comparing the two, Song Qingtong immediately determined:

"The assassin is the director of Century Hospital. How did he become like this? I need to go to Century Hospital to investigate."

She was always decisive and efficient, and once she said she would do something, she did it. After leaving four bodyguards for Chen Li, she led her men straight there.

Now I can relax and sleep soundly.

……

In the woods outside the villa, Ye Qinglian suffered a backlash, vomiting a lot of blood.

Even she hadn't expected that Chen Li, with his abilities alone, could have killed Han Jiang and even found and killed her precious Corpse-Controlling Gu.

She suffered a backlash and her health was terrible. She needed to go back and recuperate as soon as possible and discuss with her godfather not to confront Chen Li with violence. That man was simply terrifying!