Chapter 133: Did You Go to South Korea for a Little Cosmetic Surgery?

Zhao Que felt a surge of wariness.

He stopped at a distance and did not walk any further.

"I am sorry, brother. It was my offense just now! When we met outside earlier, I honestly thought Your Excellency was just a pet raised by junior brother Fu Yang."

He cupped his fists toward Master Xiong as a sign of apology.

"Hmph, you know how to behave, kid."

Seeing him apologize, Master Xiong stood on its hind legs and waved a paw magnanimously. "Just remember for the future, I am actually Fu Yang's mentor."

A strange smile crept onto Zhao Que's face.

However, when his gaze swept toward the large black coffin in the center of the inner room, his smile instantly froze.

The heavy black wooden coffin, which had been used to absorb the underground Yin Qi and nourish the corpse puppet, had its lid completely overturned onto the ground. The black graveyard soil inside showed a human-shaped indentation—and the armored dark puppet inside was nowhere to be seen!

"What... What is going on here? The puppet-cultivating coffin that Senior Brother went to such great lengths to forge has been opened, and the corpse puppet is gone?!"

Zhao Que's gaze turned sharp as he scanned the entire cold storage room from corner to corner, but not even a trace of the corpse puppet could be found.

Master Xiong thought to himself, "This Zhao Que just mentioned something about his senior brother... Which means this doctor is probably also a person from the supernatural world. He most likely knew about the evil spirits and anomalies in this morgue all along, while poor little Fu has been kept completely in the dark."

Ahem, ahem...

Master Xiong gave two artificial coughs.

"Tell me, Doctor Zhao, what are you peering around like a thief for? Are you looking for the corpse puppet that was inside that coffin?"

Zhao Que was momentarily stunned.

He knew this matter could no longer be concealed.

Since he had chosen to open the door and walk in, he had already anticipated this possibility.

Furthermore, when shaking hands with Fu Yang at the doorway, he had already sensed that his junior brother's Daoist cultivation was no longer low—he was no longer an ordinary person.

Confessing to this matter now was not a huge problem.

Therefore, Zhao Que could only nod. "That is correct. I am indeed wondering where the armored dark puppet went. When I arrived just now, the cold storage doors were tightly sealed, so it shouldn't have been able to escape. Yet it's not here now! Could it be..."

His gaze shifted toward the oval-shaped black cocoon behind Master Xiong.

"What on earth is this?!"

Because Fu Yang had retracted all his aura after turning into a black cocoon, this object hadn't drawn much of Zhao Que's attention at first...

Master Xiong was reluctant to tell him the truth.

Although Fu Yang and Zhao Que knew each other, it was hard to tell whether they were friends or foes at the moment—who knew what kind of relationship existed between Zhao Que and that senior brother of his who occupied the morgue to tinker with evil magic?

Seeing the plump cat demon remain silent, Zhao Que frowned and pondered for a moment. An unbelievable thought slipped out of his mouth: "Could junior brother Fu Yang be inside that cocoon?! Could it be that he employed some mysterious and forbidden taboo magic, fighting a desperate, bloody battle to defeat the armored dark puppet raised by my senior brother, but suffered severe consequences himself, leaving him in this current state?"

One had to admit that Zhao Que was truly sharp.

With just a few thoughts, he had guessed nearly everything that had happened in the cold storage room!

Seeing the change in Zhao Que's expression, Master Xiong knew this fellow had figured it out.

It immediately leaped onto the black cocoon with a swoosh.

Placing its two furry little paws on its hips, it snorted coldly, "Grandpa warns you, you'd better not harbor any evil intentions toward little Fu. Otherwise, you'll die a very ugly death."

Zhao Que remained silent for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Your Excellency the cat demon doesn't need to be so nervous. Junior brother Fu Yang and I have no grievances between us, so naturally, I wouldn't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state."

"Hmph! Who knows? Since your senior brother can conjure up such an evil puppet-cultivating coffin, it proves your sect is definitely nothing good."

Master Xiong's white little belly rose and fell; it clearly felt completely justified.

Zhao Que shrugged helplessly.

"I truly harbor no malice. Alternatively, once junior brother Fu Yang wakes up, we can have a proper chat. Whatever you want to know, you can simply ask me."

No sooner had his voice fallen than the black cocoon beneath Master Xiong's feet began to wriggle!

"Oh? Little Fu, you lazy brat, are you finally awake?"

The black cocoon moved violently, and Master Xiong, caught off guard, was knocked flying. It landed flat on its bottom, wincing and baring its teeth in pain.

Zhao Que's expression also shifted as he stared closely at the black cocoon transformed by Fu Yang.

Rip, tear...

A sound like tough leather tearing rang out.

Petal-like cracks appeared at the top of the black cocoon, which then rapidly spread across the entire body of the cocoon.

Finally, it bloomed like a giant black flower, revealing Fu Yang curled up inside...

And he was stark naked!

"Holy mother of god! Little Fu, aren't you being a bit too indecent? Being completely bare in front of two grown men, what kind of game are you playing..."

Master Xiong was somewhat displeased.

Especially when it saw Fu Yang's magnificent piece of equipment—which was still exceptionally large and long even in its non-combat state—it felt a wave of envy, jealousy, and hatred. Zhao Que also found himself unable to look away...

"Doctor Zhao, you are so perverted! You're staring at little Fu's little bird!"

The shameless, fat cat shouted at the top of its lungs, driving Zhao Que to the verge of a secondary embarrassment attack.

At that very moment, Fu Yang slowly opened his eyes and woke up. Supporting his weight with both hands, he stood up.

Master Xiong and Zhao Que both narrowed their gazes.

Both of them sensed that Fu Yang was different from before!

Although his facial features remained largely unchanged and he was instantly recognizable as Fu Yang, his entire aura and spirit seemed to have transformed...

Especially his eyes; the pupils appeared even blacker, resembling the deepest, most unfathomable starry night sky.

Even another man looking into them for more than a second would feel a strange sensation of being sucked in!

The proportions and lines of his muscles seemed smoother, possessing a visual comfort akin to the golden ratio.

If one had to describe it, it was as if he had undergone a subtle plastic surgery procedure, coupled with a complete elevation of his temperament...

Master Xiong dropped its jaw in utter astonishment and blurted out, "Damn, my bro is amazing! Little Fu, did you just time-travel to the peninsula country and get a subtle plastic surgery makeover while you were at it?"

Fu Yang, however, looked as though he had just woken from a deep sleep.

He opened his mouth in a wide yawn and stretched luxuriously. Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he finally noticed Master Xiong and Zhao Que standing side by side.

The man and the cat maintained identical expressions and postures, staring intently at Fu Yang.

He was stunned and bewildered.

"Doctor Zhao? Why are you here too?! It's very dangerous here, you need to leave quickly. What kind of looks are you two giving me? It's like I'm not wearing any clot—"

He lowered his head and looked down!

"What the absolute hell! I'm actually not wearing any clothes? I'm stark naked!"

Fu Yang let out a loud cry, hastily using his hands to cover his crotch. To his dismay, he discovered that his asset was simply too massive; his hands couldn't even cover it!

He cried out in grief and indignation, "Damn it, I can't even cover it! My exposure is complete, my chastity is ruined!"