PD -Chapter 87 The Invisible Killer

I suddenly stood up and pulled Liu Xiaopeng toward the corner where I worked.

Liu Xiaopeng looked a bit confused, but still followed me to my desk.

I unlocked the drawer and pulled out the cloth-wrapped “Record of Profound Heavenly Secrets”, handing it to him.

“Brother Han… what are you doing?” Liu Xiaopeng looked at the book, then up at me, frowning.

“Your bloodline power—if you cultivate it using the secret methods in this Record of Profound Heavenly Secrets, you’ll definitely be able to unlock it,” I said, pushing the ancient book into his hands.

Liu Xiaopeng held the book in confusion and hesitated. “But didn’t you say you don’t believe I’m a descendant of Liu Bowen?”

“Besides… this Record of Profound Heavenly Secrets was passed down in your family. Isn’t it inappropriate for me to practice it just like this, Brother Han?” he said, shaking his head.

I sighed, feeling increasingly anxious. “We don’t have time for that anymore. We can only rely on you now!”

Liu Xiaopeng still didn’t understand what I meant and stared at me blankly, as if I were the one acting crazy.

I forced myself to calm down and briefly told him what I had seen in the soul of that skin-shedding monster—the incident of countless ghosts breaking out of their cages.

“The gods and Buddhas across the heavens are all ignoring us. Now we can only rely on ourselves,” I said with a sigh. “But with my current strength, I can’t even directly withstand the spiritual pressure of Di Ting’s primordial spirit. How am I supposed to fight the Five Direction Ghost Emperors and Lucifer?”

“If you truly are a descendant of the Liu family, then the bloodline power of the Zhanxian Sword may be the strongest trump card we have right now.”

“So I must awaken your bloodline power as soon as possible!” I looked at Liu Xiaopeng, my gaze unwavering.

“This… can it really work?” Liu Xiaopeng seemed uncertain about himself as well, frowning.

“This ancient book is the combined work of your ancestor Liu Bowen and the Iron-Cap Daoist… If you can fully comprehend it, I believe awakening your bloodline won’t be a problem.”

“Although our Qiu family ancestors were the ones who compiled and organized it, they also benefited from it back then. Now I’m returning it to its rightful owner—it’s simply going back to where it belongs,” I said, lightly touching the rough cover.

Liu Xiaopeng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and took the book. “Don’t worry, Brother Han. We’ll definitely save Sister Qianshan.”

I nodded, though my heart still felt uncertain. Then I reminded him:

“You’ve followed me for a while now, so you should already know some basic spells and cultivation methods. In Record of Profound Heavenly Secrets, the most profound teachings are not the spells themselves, but the way your ancestor Liu Bowen and the Iron-Cap Daoist explain the integration of innate qi and acquired spiritual energy.”

“Remember: using innate power to borrow the vastness of nature is the strongest form of magic. Your Zhanxian Sword likely works on the same principle—drawing upon your innate bloodline to trigger celestial phenomena and summon the Nine Sons of the Dragon for your use.”

Liu Xiaopeng listened carefully and immediately opened the book. After glancing through a couple of pages, he closed it again and said:

“Brother Han, we still need to keep investigating. Don’t lose heart… we can just take things one step at a time. We can’t just stand still, right?”

I sighed. Of course I understood—we were already deep in this mess, and there was no way out anymore.

Now that countless ghosts had broken free, the world was in chaos. No one could remain untouched. If even people like us, who still had some ability, chose to hide in fear, then the schemes of the Ghost Emperors and Lucifer would truly become reality.

We had to keep fighting to the end—for Tang Shanshan, and for ourselves.

While I was lost in thought, Liu Xiaopeng had already put away the ancient book and turned on his computer again, motioning for me to look at a news report on the screen.

“Couple in suburban area meet late at night; man brutally killed, woman claims the murderer was an invisible man,” I read the headline aloud slowly.

“What do you think? Should we investigate this?” Liu Xiaopeng looked excited.

I frowned as I looked at the headline. It was clearly sensationalized. Then I checked the publisher—it was a local self-media account—so I doubted its authenticity.

Just as I was about to pour cold water on him, my phone suddenly rang.

I took it out and saw an unknown number. It had only sent me a link, with a note: You can investigate this.

I froze for a moment.

The strange number—5070000—suddenly made me think of Bureau 507 and the Zero Investigation Unit.

Driven by curiosity, I clicked the link. It turned out to be exactly the same report as the one on Liu Xiaopeng’s computer.

While I was still wondering why Bureau 507 knew my phone number, my phone rang again. An email with an attachment had arrived.

I immediately opened it. It was a video file, which I quickly downloaded and played.

The video was clearly shot by a fixed surveillance camera. The scene was a closed room, like an interrogation room. A young woman, about 20 years old—likely a college student—sat on one side of the table.

Across from her, although only his back was visible, I could tell he was wearing a police uniform.

It was clearly recorded testimony used as evidence.

“Don’t get too agitated. Calm down and explain what happened,” the officer said gently.

The girl seemed to be under extreme shock. She kept wiping her tears, sobbing softly, her body trembling with fear and grief.

The officer had no choice but to hand her a pack of tissues, waiting until she calmed down before continuing.

The girl’s name was Yu Qi—the same woman mentioned in the report Liu Xiaopeng had shown me.

What followed was her account of what happened that night:

Yu Qi was a second-year student at a local liberal arts college. She was dating a man four years older than her, a local from the same hometown as her boyfriend… He was currently working in the city and had made some money, enough to buy a car.

He planned to pick her up after her evening classes and take her out for a drive.

They originally agreed that after dinner and a movie, he would send her back to the dorm.

But around 11 p.m., the man drove her back toward the east side of the city… However, the car didn’t stop at the school gate. Instead, he drove to an abandoned residential complex about three kilometers away from the school—a place scheduled for demolition.

“Aren’t you supposed to take me back to school?” Yu Qi asked.

Actually, when the car stopped there, she already understood what he intended. Her face flushed slightly… but she still had a good impression of him and didn’t resist.

The man just smiled faintly and took a red velvet box from the armrest compartment, handing it to her.

Yu Qi looked pleasantly surprised. Under his gesture, she slowly opened it and saw a beautiful ring. The diamond was small—almost negligible—but still quite pretty.

“I’ve made up my mind. This is my promise. Once you graduate, we’ll get married,” the man said with a smile.

Yu Qi was overwhelmed by the sudden surprise. She was still a student and had never thought about life after graduation. She didn’t know how to respond.

At that moment, the man didn’t wait for her reaction. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Yu Qi was startled, but she did not resist. However, just then, her phone vibrated. She came back to her senses, broke the kiss, and looked at the caller ID—it was her father.

After thinking for a moment, she didn’t answer the call.

Seeing she didn’t resist, the man kissed her again. Their movements grew more intense, and his hands began to wander, reaching toward more sensitive areas.

Just as Yu Qi was about to stop him, they suddenly heard a sharp sound outside the car window.

It sounded like someone was scraping a sharp knife repeatedly across a brick wall. In the dead silence of the night, it was extremely harsh—and it was getting closer.

“What is that sound?” Yu Qi finally pushed the man away and glanced outside.

At that moment, both of them suddenly felt the car shake violently… followed by the metallic screech of something scraping along the body of the vehicle.

The man became furious. This was a car he had just spent a fortune on.

He immediately opened the door to get out and check.

But Yu Qi felt a strong sense of unease. She grabbed his hand and shook her head, signaling him not to get out.

But the man shook her off, pushed the door open, and stepped outside.