Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 1077: Zhou Zhiyi: I am willing to be the final blade; if I go and never return, then so be it.

Song Zhe's movements were still very nimble.

To Zhou Junhao's surprise, Song Zhe went up and circled around but returned empty-handed.

When he returned to the room, he shook his head at the two people waiting for news: "No one is staying up there, but there is no blood. I have checked everywhere. There are no signs of struggle or fighting near where the woman fell in the video."

Everything was calm and normal, as if nothing had happened.

Although Song Zhe is not a criminal police officer, he is experienced and has good eyesight. If he says he didn't find anything, then he really didn't find anything.

There was nothing wrong with that room, and no murder had ever occurred there.

"How could it not be there? This, this, this, it can't be haunted!"

Zhou Junhao was so shocked his voice almost cracked. He then couldn't help but check the location shown by his glasses, repeatedly confirming the floor and room: "Or maybe we got the room number wrong? Could we have gone to the wrong room...?"

Neither Song Zhe nor Xiao He spoke.

They've all confirmed this location; there's no way it could be wrong.

Song Zhe wouldn't make such a small mistake.

That can only mean that the "murder case" that Zhou Junhao saw might not actually be a murder case.

Otherwise, no matter what, the large amount of blood that flowed out in that scene would definitely have been detected by them.

So the so-called murder case may just be a false alarm.

—It could also be a glimpse of a conspiracy that was inadvertently revealed during its planning.

"Since that's the case, then let's just forget about it and pretend nothing ever happened."

Xiao He spoke at this moment.

"Hmm, oh? Brother Xiao?"

Zhou Junhao looked at Xiao He with some surprise, not expecting that Xiao He's reaction to this strange situation would be rather indifferent.

Song Zhe glanced at Xiao He, said nothing, and simply nodded: "Indeed, everything at the scene was as usual. Even if the police came, they wouldn't be able to explain the situation clearly."

"The screening of 'Long' is still going on, and it's about to end. I have to go back. We can talk about it when I get back."

Xiao He raised his hand to glance at his watch, and then walked straight out.

Zhou Junhao hesitated, feeling that the matter was rather strange. He picked it up gently and then quietly put it down again. Xiao He seemed to have no intention of investigating it further.

After all, judging from Brother Xiao's previous hacking skills, he could easily find out what happened in that room and whether anyone entered or left during that time simply by reviewing the hotel's surveillance footage.

Even if the surveillance footage is deleted, this is by no means a problem.

But Xiao He did nothing, and was even too lazy to investigate.

Zhou Junhao had a feeling that there was something else going on, but Xiao He didn't tell them.

Song Zhe raised his hand and patted him, and he didn't say anything more in rebuttal, and followed Xiao He out.

Old Qi had been guarding the door the whole time. Before leaving, Xiao He gave him a few more instructions: "Next, please ask Old Qi to go to the location I mentioned last time. The seller has left the items in the same place as before."

Old Qi nodded.

Zhou Junhao's eyes widened.

Brother Xiao's demeanor and the aura he exuded when assigning tasks actually gave him a bit of the feel of a gangster boss.

Song Zhe then took the initiative to ask, "Is Lao Qi alright by himself? I can go with Lao Qi."

"No need, Lao Qi can go."

Xiao He shook his head: "If possible, Teacher Song can follow Reporter Zhou for the next few days. I'm worried that he's too curious and will run around everywhere."

Zhou Junhao immediately waved his hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, don't underestimate me! That time was really just an accident! Since Brother Xiao is worried about me, I will definitely not run around or investigate that strange murder case again."

Zhou Junhao originally wanted to go back to the open-air bar to check, but now he realized that his sudden return was quite obvious and might actually expose him.

Thinking this, Zhou Junhao simply suppressed his curiosity about the bizarre case and lowered his head to say to Xiao He, "Never mind, sorry, Brother Xiao, today is an important day for the release of 'Long,' but I've bothered you with this trivial matter."

"Okay, there's still time."

Without saying a word, Xiao He led his men back to the venue.

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When we returned to the theater, the plot of "The Dragon" was indeed coming to an end.

Despite being well-prepared, the main characters and the other exorcists who entered the research institute were ultimately no match for the sheer number of monsters.

However, they had already made mental preparations, and they were the vanguard of this expedition. They came in to investigate the situation here and the attributes of the monsters, so as to pave the way for those who came in later.

They were not afraid of sacrifice, but they were afraid of not being able to bring these monsters home or let them truly find peace.

So even though things were getting more difficult and their numbers were dwindling, they never considered retreating.

When Xiao He and the others returned, they saw Chu Xin, her face covered in blood and tears, carrying Wang Budao, who was almost shriveled up, stumbling and groping along the wall.

Her voice choked with sobs: "Brother Wang! Wang Budao! Don't sleep!"

On his back, Wang Budao whispered a comforting voice, his tone barely audible: "Xiaoxin, don't be afraid, just keep going—"

Just now, Wang Budao used his own blood sacrifice to summon all the Yin and evil spirits in the underground tomb below the research institute.

As an assistant, Chu Xin needs to find the true owner of the tomb among these wandering ghosts.

The research institute built on the cemetery is filled with yin energy, almost like the territory of the cemetery's owner. Therefore, only the cemetery's owner can suppress the "demons and monsters" in the research institute.

Zhou Zhiyi was the last safeguard after this frenzied sacrifice. After all, the tomb had been surrounded by evil spirits for many years. Even if the tomb owner had become divine, he was still just a ghost or god, mostly evil. If they summoned it, they might just be releasing a big boss and bringing trouble upon themselves.

Therefore, Zhou Zhiyi, who was already overly malevolent, chose to stay and use his physical body to attract ghosts and spirits to possess him, suppressing the tomb owner and withstanding the tomb owner's backlash. He became part of this place with the tomb owner, suppressing all evil spirits and demons.

This was the best solution they could think of.

But all of this comes at a price.

Whether it's summoning ghosts and gods, looking directly at them, or suppressing them, these are things that ordinary Taoist priests like them cannot do.

So from this moment on, it was destined to be a dead end.

Everything has a cause and effect, everything has a cycle, and everything has a lineage.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have already escaped by now.

In the darkness, facing the monsters that surrounded him, the young man, now all alone, picked up the ancient sword buried with him in the graveyard and dripped it with his own blood.

At that moment, the sword, which already contained extremely yin and evil energy, unleashed even more evil energy.

The excruciating pain that tore at both his body and mind prevented him from uttering a sound.

As Zhou Zhiyi stared at the monsters around him, he carefully raised his hand and used his own blood to draw talismans on his face.

The young man's eyes were so bright, his movements so solemn. Even when facing the surging monsters, his posture remained upright, like a pine tree standing firm in a storm.

At that moment, it seemed as if he was expressing his determination, and also as if he was paying tribute to other friends who had already died.

Before all the monsters pounced on him, perhaps in a final burst of energy, Zhou Zhiyi suddenly remembered the last farewell before he set off.

"Do you know that this journey is fraught with calamity, and you will never return?"

The old Taoist priest on the futon kept his eyes closed, unwilling to look at his unworthy disciple.

"If this is how fate has arranged things, I am willing to be the final blade, slaying evil spirits and guiding ghosts away, so that I will not be reincarnated and no one else will have to walk the same path as me."

Zhou Zhiyi, kneeling before the patriarch, spoke earnestly to his master.

From then on, he and Zhou Zhiyi guarded this place, eliminating evil spirits and ghosts, and dared not slacken in the slightest.

This was his choice, and also the fate he had known all along.

Courage is the hymn of humanity—it was so a century ago, and it is so now.

The next instant, the young man's figure was completely engulfed by the monsters—

If they go and never return.

Then they would never return.