I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 711: Catching a Mosquito Alive_1

Chapter 711: Chapter 711: Catching a Mosquito Alive_1

Su Liyan spoke with an indifferent tone, "If you can flip it, then flip it. Eastern Sea City is so crowded, flipping it over might actually be a good thing."

As for the young miss of the family who had grown up in Miao Region and was deeply loved by the old lady, even Xi Yu was powerless. After all, such lively characters who enjoyed stirring things up were uncontrollable for anyone.

"Miss, should we continue to have someone follow her?" Xi Yu asked.

Wu Qiyi, still looking down at the thick pages in her hand, replied indifferently, "No need."

"I understand," the servant acknowledged.

Meanwhile, you and Zhao’er were sitting in a taxi, speeding along the ring road.

The driver was a middle-aged man, and like most taxi drivers, he was quite enthusiastic and talkative.

"Young man, judging by your accent, you’re from the south of Suzhou, aren’t you?"

"Uh, it’s Jiangnan, from Yuhang." You responded.

"Yuhang, hey, that’s a nice place. There’s an old saying in China, ’Above there is heaven, below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.’ I’ve been to Suzhou before, and the scenery there is much more beautiful than in Pengcheng. It’s a pity, a real pity, I’ve lived for more than forty years and still haven’t been to Jiangnan. The scenery at West Lake must be as beautiful as this young lady next to you."

You just smiled, unable to come up with a response to his words.

"Speaking of which, the water in Jiangnan is really something. Not only do the young ladies look lovely, but even you, a young man, look better than those young idols hopping around on TV."

Being called "good-looking" by a middle-aged man nearing fifty was somewhat amusing.

"By the way, young man, where did you say you were going?"

Relieved that the driver finally circled back to the topic, you answered, "Driver master, do you know the Fan Family that sells dog meat?"

"I know, here in Pengcheng, there’s really no one who doesn’t know the dog meat from the old Fan Family."

"I heard they’ve started a company to market their dog meat business?"

"Exactly, the Fan Family is the only one in the whole country who can make the dog meat business so big." The driver glanced at you through the rearview mirror and asked, "Young man, you didn’t bring your girlfriend all this way to eat dog meat, did you?"

"I don’t eat dog meat, I’m here to find a friend, and he is from the old Fan Family."

"Oh—"

After the driver continued to prattle on for about ten minutes, the car finally arrived in Pei County.

As you had thought, Pei County was filled with shops and stalls advertising "freshly slaughtered dog meat."

As someone who grew up with dogs, you felt somewhat uncomfortable with such sights.

Of course, you didn’t want to delve into or discuss whether others ate dog meat or not—these ripples in the pool of life had little to do with you.

Soon, you learned that the current head of the Fan Family dog meat business was the direct 84th-generation descendant of the Fan Family, named Fan Xinliang.

This man was your target.

The Fan Family dog meat had a big reputation nationwide, which in simple terms, was nothing more than a dog breeding base along with a dog meat processing plant.

After several ups and downs, the Fan Family had mainly been illiterate farmers over the generations, but with Fan Xinliang, there were finally some signs of rising status. Fan Xinliang, a self-made man, had managed to build up this family business, which was quite an achievement.

In order to solve this issue quickly and fulfil your agreement with Grandma Meng, you decided to take a shortcut.

The first step was to confirm whether Fan Xinliang was indeed the reincarnation of Fan Xiu.

Thanks to your Sen Luo Eye, you learned from others that Fan Xinliang didn’t have many hobbies; he just loved tea. Every afternoon, from three to five, he would enter a tea house to listen to storytelling and enjoy tea, allowing his weary body and mind to relax.

To confirm Fan Xinliang’s identity, you now needed to obtain his fresh blood—not much, just a single drop would suffice.

There were many ways to obtain someone’s fresh blood, the most direct and effective being to approach with a small knife and slice through the skin’s surface; however, although Fan Xinliang didn’t carry bodyguards, he was a well-known figure in Pei County and Pengcheng, so the approach of drawing a knife on someone was not feasible.

After much consideration, you decided to use a spiteful trick.

Just how mean was this trick? Well, one only needed to know that Yang Kai had used this trick against his homeroom teacher, causing the teacher to be hospitalized for injections and almost quarantined, to understand the degree of wickedness.

By now, it was already Grain Rain, the time when although mosquitoes were not rampant, many places had already seen them.

The teahouse was an old-fashioned wooden building, located beside an artificial river. At this time of the year, if one stayed in the lower and shaded areas of the river for even a short while, they were guaranteed to be covered in mosquito bites.

That sensation, tch tch tch, it could be deadly...

Catching mosquitoes was a task that required skill, especially when the goal was to capture them alive. The difficulty was 9.9 out of 10!

However, unlike ordinary people, the tool you used to catch mosquitoes was neither hands nor a net but the wind.

Yes, the wind, the Wind Rope.

Accompanied by a Cinnabar Talisman turning into countless tiny fragments in the breeze, beyond the clarity of normal sight, you manipulated over a dozen Wind Ropes in your hands.

The other ends of the Wind Ropes swiftly stretched towards the dark and cold surface of the lake.

Before long, seven mosquitoes were ensnared by them. The Wind Ropes were thin yet sturdy, colorless and invisible, entwining the mosquitoes so tightly that no matter how they fluttered their wings, they couldn’t escape.

Controlling the mosquitoes with the Wind Ropes, you sent them flying towards Fan Xinliang, who sat by the second-floor windowsill from several directions.

After Fan Xinliang swatted three mosquitoes dead, the other four viciously sucked a mouthful of blood from the thick flesh at the back of his neck.

As you retracted the four mosquitoes, you swiftly extracted the blood from their bodies. Then, with a twist at the ends of the Wind Ropes, the four mosquitoes shattered to pieces.

The blood consumed by the four mosquitoes, coalescing into a small half-drop, was roughly enough.

Placing Fan Xinliang’s blood in your palm, the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your eyes quickly began to spin.

"Myriad Manifestation Sen Luo, reincarnation!"

Together with your low shout, the blood in your palm slowly rose to levitate in front of you. Through the crimson blood, more than a dozen faces rapidly flashed by, finally freezing on the image of a valiant man.

Seeing this, a slight smirk appeared on the corner of your mouth: "Found you."

While observing the faces that had flickered by, you discovered that these individuals were all dog butchers, without exception!

Although it was unclear why Fan Xiu had been killing and selling dogs in each of his lifetimes, there was one thing you did vaguely understand.

After death, Fan Xiu warned his direct descendants not to eat dog meat, naturally related to Diting.

As for killing dogs without consuming their meat, this must be some sort of agreement or, more aptly, a curse.

Especially for Fan Xinliang’s generation, the essence of this act had changed.

In the past, the Fan Family killed dogs and sold dog meat as a means to make a living. This, in itself, was not unacceptable, just as hunters and butchers make their livelihood by taking lives.

However, Fan Xinliang was different, no longer a mere butcher but could be called an executioner.

His breeding farm raised a large number of meat dogs, which were then taken to a slaughterhouse for butchering, ultimately processed into products sold throughout China.

Just from this point alone, he had committed a grave taboo.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with you.

You were too lazy to inquire about the impact on Fan Xinliang himself after he had consumed dog meat, because all this was within the cycle of karma.

This cycle of karma was unbreakable.

In your view, Fan Xiu would never be able to break free from this karma in his eternal life. Rather than perpetuating this cycle, it was better to follow this karma, consume the dog meat, and repay his karmic debts in Avici Hell!

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