Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Uluu Puppet
On the case table, photographs were spread out, each a portrait, photographed very clearly, worth the ergency funds paid by Tang Qi.
Suddenly receiving these, Tang Qi did not show any surprise in his eyes but calmly picked out a group photo and individual ones, repeatedly making sure no one was missed out, and then gently exhaled a sigh, murmuring, “As expected, that old thing is not in them, this indeed is a surprise.”
As his words finished, Tang Qi began to look seriously at the photos in front of him.
This was a black family, a family bestowed with the na “the Samra family.”
Although the Clan Leader Samra was not there, and the acting Clan Leader was being tortured on the Soul Swapping Balance by Tang Qi.
All the other mbers were on the photos.
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The most noticeable person in the photo was a tall man like a small giant, with a face full of fleshy slabs, dressed in butcher attire, with small eyes, but a fierce, indifferent aura that was visible even through the photo.
“Balagon, Samra’s second son, his current profession is a butcher.”
Tang Qi took out a charcoal pencil and marked on the photo.
In a strict sense, they hadn’t t face-to-face yet, and Tang Qi’s mark was based on Old Morgan’s diary and the half-devoured soul.
Then, his gaze moved to the second person, a middle-aged woman, skinny, expressionless, with perpetually wide-open eyes that showed an indifference identical to that of Balagon.
“Georgina, Balagon’s wife, her profession is a maid.”
Marking her, Tang Qi looked towards the third and fourth persons, a pair of ordinary-looking, plump twin sisters with dirty braids and fierce expressions on their faces.
“Harria Sisters, the daughters of Balagon and Georgina, unemployed.”
After marking these two, Tang Qi directly skipped the next two people. According to Old Morgan’s diary, they were just tribal slaves who followed them leaving the Saha Continent, responsible for nial labor, unimportant existence.
What truly made Tang Qi take seriously were the last two photos.
The first photo displayed a thin and tall black man, his face was the sa, as if shriveled from a severe illness, his age seed to be between youth and middle age, with bizarre tattoos covering his body, even on his eyelids.
He wore a garnt that appeared to be made from a single piece of dark red cotton cloth, standing silently like a ghost behind a young man, silent and motionless.
The second photo was of that young man, frail in build and ugly in appearance, who was actually the leader of this group, standing at the center, looking gloomily at the sealed villa.
“Fosca!”
“Abu!”
In Tang Qi’s mouth, two nas spilled out.
Different from the previous gaze, in Tang Qi’s eyes now, was an undisguisable wariness.
The source of his wariness stemd from the description in Old Morgan’s diary.
In the diary, it recorded a very malicious and terrifying witchcraft called “Uluu Puppet.”
And among the Samra family, there was such a puppet, the Samra’s third son Fosca.
He was born with intellectual disabilities, and after siring his only son with a slave, he was turned into a puppet by his biological mother Samra. After modification, he beca a true killing monster, possessing the power to destroy everything, terrifying speed, nearly inexhaustible stamina, and so constant strange Black Witchcraft on his body.
However, compared to a puppet, the second person made Tang Qi feel more troubled.
That ugly-faced, weak black man was nad Abu, Fosca’s only son, and also the most beloved grandson of Samra. Old Morgan’s diary ntioned that Samra had almost decided that Abu would beco the inheritor of the “Black Snake Witch.”
The next in line will no longer be the Black Snake Witch Samra, but the Black Snake Wizard Abu.
After marking the two, Tang Qi fell into contemplation.
He was calculating the power he currently held, to see if he could confront the family now lacking Samra.
rely seconds later, Tang Qi shook his head, the answer was no.
Old Morgan’s diary could not possibly depict the full strength of these individuals, but even the parts that were revealed, had already posed a considerable challenge to Tang Qi.
“Unless, I can get official powers to intervene…”
This thought had barely arisen before Tang Qi dismissed it.
He was just a Police Station Consultant for now, and getting official powers to help him deal with the Samra family was difficult. Especially since during their settling in the Federation, the Samra family, learning from past lessons, had beco extrely cautious, hardly leaving any vulnerabilities for Tang Qi to exploit and fra them.
“The most critical point is, if I cannot kill with one strike, I must not take any action, as I can’t afford the consequences of letting one escape and then invoking Samra’s wrath.”
“Samra is definitely a Professional of a very high Transcendent Level, especially after the return of the Spiritual Tide, her power…”
“There’s no need to rush now, I still have ti. Apart from Samra, Old Morgan didn’t tell anyone about the Soul Swapping Ceremony, and Samra left sser City right after saying goodbye to Old Morgan to travel, which ans…”
“Hu~”
Tang Qi quickly sorted out his thoughts.
As he exhaled breath, his gaze fell upon a large pile of Secret dicine Materials in the center of the living room and he almost imdiately made a decision.
Tang Qi reached for the phone and made calls first to the school’s counselor and then to Stanna, securing a day off, and he also wanted to inform Sally, but rembering that this girl’s family did not have such a luxury, he had to let it go.
After settling everything, Tang Qi made himself a delicious dinner as usual, compromising on other matters, but always maintaining a sense of ritual when it ca to eating, just as on Earth. After a full al, Tang Qi did not begin imdiately but instead entered into the cultivation of the ditation thod.
But this ti, in addition to cultivation, what was more important was to adjust his state. Before entering “closed-door ditation,” he wanted to bring his body and mind into the best possible condition.
About an hour later, Tang Qi awoke.
He rose slowly, feeling a warm sensation as both his body and mind entered an unprecedented state of fullness.
“Let’s begin!”
Murmuring to himself, Tang Qi approached his workbench.
Previously, that was where he made Extraordinary Bullets.
But now, it would be where he attempted to craft Secret dicine.
“One day and one night, with a Beginner’s realm in Secret dicine, to challenge the crafting of Fog Body Secret dicine series—although I have all the materials, if other Secret Alchemists knew, they would probably laugh at
as a madman.”
“Such a short ti, even the most basic Swift Secret dicine might not be successfully concocted, and yet to ambitiously attempt Fog Body Secret dicine?”
…
“If others couldn’t, why couldn’t I?”
“As for curios that can increase combat power in a short ti, and are within my reach, besides Secret dicine, there is nothing else.”
“So, in fact, I don’t really have any other option.”
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