RYEY -Chapter 423 This Corpse Must Not Be Burned

Something was wrong. Wasn’t this person already dead? He had been bitten by his own Little Red Head, shot straight through the center of the forehead by Ye Xiaolin’s pistol, and even burned to ashes by Uncle Lata. There was no way he could be revived.

Cheng Qiao’s mind cleared instantly. She glanced at the smug Hu Lata beside her, and an idea formed. Stepping forward, she called out tentatively in a low voice, “Brother Xiaolin?”

“Haha! Worthy of being my uncle’s disciple—you think fast. But you were frightened just now too, weren’t you? I saw your face change.”

Seeing Cheng Qiao startled by the human-skin mask on his face, Ye Xiaolin was in an excellent mood. They knew each other so well, yet even she couldn’t tell—let alone anyone else.

This human-skin mask was truly well made. He wondered which craftsman Uncle Lata had found. If they could make a few more, he could switch between them.

“Uncle Lata, the craftsman who made this human-skin mask is incredible. To make something this good so quickly—he’s definitely a talent.”

“Kid, don’t get any crooked ideas,” Hu Lata said. “I can tell you this: the master who makes these human-skin masks is also an ability user. He uses his special ability to create masks that are lifelike. You getting even one is already me giving you enormous face.”

Ye Xiaolin clicked his tongue. No wonder the mask was so realistic—sticking tightly to his face, even allowing expressions to change freely. So it was made by an ability user.

“Uncle Lata, can I become an ability user?”

“No. You don’t have the qualifications.”

After saying that, Hu Lata glanced at Cheng Qiao. Cheng Qiao’s heart suddenly leapt—could it be that she could become an ability user? But she quickly dismissed the thought. Having her spatial ability was already enough; wanting too much might be more than she could bear.

“Li Huan might be able to,” Hu Lata continued. “Tell him to study my meditation manual properly. That book is legendary.”

Cheng Qiao widened her eyes before she could speak, but Ye Xiaolin couldn’t understand. Why couldn’t he, while Li Huan could? What he thought, he asked aloud.

Hu Lata sighed. This was what it meant to gain fortune from misfortune—Li Huan was exactly that case. He had been poisoned, and by the world’s number-one cold poison. Of course, now that cold poison could only rank second—and it was already extinct.

There was no antidote for those poisoned by cold poison; death was the only outcome. Yet Li Huan’s wife was Cheng Qiao, and she possessed incredible treasures, causing his body to undergo tremendous changes.

On top of that, he had an ancestral cultivation meditation manual, passed down for who knew how many thousands of years. Once Li Huan awakened, becoming an ability user was only a matter of time.

Ye Xiaolin fell silent. He had witnessed Li Huan’s poisoning firsthand—it was extreme suffering. Without Cheng Qiao, that guy would probably have turned to ashes long ago.

“Brother Xiaolin, these are various poison pills and powders I prepared for you, as well as health-preserving pills and a Soul-Returning Pill. Even though my master already gave you one, it’s safer to have an extra.”

Cheng Qiao placed a small box in front of Ye Xiaolin. One look at it and he knew—it was the agents’ luggage taken out of the mountain cave.

Hu Lata also handed Ye Xiaolin a thick stack of materials. These were intelligence reports sent back by their infiltrators, hopefully useful to him.

“This is Cold Poison’s passport and some of his personal items. Cheng Qiao has already checked them—no poison. This is the internal intelligence we’ve gathered. Study it carefully tonight, and leave on your own tomorrow.”

Ye Xiaolin accepted everything with deep gratitude. Every single item was a layer of protection, making him safer deep in enemy territory.

“Oh right—there’s still an undercover agent on that side. This is his information. Don’t contact him unless your life is in danger.”

“Then I’d better not contact him,” Ye Xiaolin refused outright. “Isn’t one death enough? Do I have to drag another person down with me?”

Hu Lata was very satisfied with Ye Xiaolin’s sense of righteousness, but he still whispered something into his ear. Ye Xiaolin’s mouth fell open in shock—so that person was also an ability user.

Back in his room, Ye Xiaolin carefully removed the human-skin mask from his face in front of the mirror, treating it with great care before placing it into a special box.

He then opened the suitcase to check the pills Cheng Qiao had given him. Inside were many small packets scattered about, each clearly labeled with the pill’s name and instructions.

You wouldn’t know until you looked—and once you did, it was shocking. Voice-Loss Powder, Laxative Powder, Numbing Powder, Heart-Explosion Pills, Poison Powder—and even a packet marked with five black stars: Reed Blade Pills.

As for hemostatic powder, anti-inflammatory powder, health-preserving pills, and the like—everything was there. Of course, included was the most precious of all: the Soul-Returning Pill. The small box was almost completely full.

Ye Xiaolin felt overwhelming gratitude toward Cheng Qiao and Hu Lata. With these items, he might actually survive and return to see his Xiao Gui and his wife. And with this human-skin mask, blending in among those people, he could definitely obtain crucial intelligence.

Seeing Ye Xiaolin enter his room, Cheng Qiao finally let out a sigh of relief. Even though she knew it was him, facing that face still made her uncomfortable.

“Uncle Lata, what about the agent you took away? How is he?”

“He froze to death—alive. A horrible death. These are the photos they took, along with some observation data and treatment methods.”

Cheng Qiao flipped through the photos. The agent’s corpse looked like a mummy frozen for three hundred years—charred black all over, with black frost even covering his eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Goodness… that’s ugly.”

“The effect of your Reed Blade Pills is truly astonishing,” Hu Lata said. “So I temporarily kept it secret for you, saying he was the one poisoned by Cold Poison—the world’s number-one poison—and that their own people had turned on each other.”

“Thank you, Uncle Lata.”

Cheng Qiao felt very pleased. If people knew she possessed such a poison, it would be extremely disadvantageous for her.

“We didn’t expect him to die so quickly. The body structure of an ability user is different from ordinary people, yet he was still frozen to death. Not only were his blood vessels frozen—his internal organs were frozen as well.”

As Hu Lata spoke, he looked at Cheng Qiao with lingering fear. This girl was not someone to mess with. If you weren’t careful and got hit with that Reed Blade Pill, the outcome would be miserable.

“Uncle Lata, then what about his corpse? You didn’t burn it again, did you?”

“I wanted to, but those people wouldn’t allow it. They said it still had research value, so the body is stored in a sealed cold vault, to be studied when technology becomes more advanced.”

Cheng Qiao nodded. If she ever got the chance, she wanted to ask where that special cold vault was. She had a feeling that Little Red Head needed to absorb this kind of cold poison—it would be a supreme tonic for it.