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Chapter 357: Chapter 0356: Good and Evil (Part 4)_1

“There are many types of poison like this, and without seeing the person, I can’t be sure which one it is. Can you bring the body back for me to look?” Murong Ruyin asked.

Ye Xiong was just about to agree, but then he thought of bringing Duanmu Kuang’s body back, Duanmu Linglong would surely cry her eyes out, and that would be too great a blow for her.

He had promised to fulfill Duanmu Linglong’s request, yet he was unable to do so, and Ye Xiong felt very guilty.

“Forget it, don’t look into it.”

Ye Xiong hung up the phone and looked at Duanmu Kuang’s body beside the car, heaving a sigh.

Duanmu Kuang’s death was not a pity, but he had not expected him to die this way.

“Master, what should we do?” An Le asked.

“Notify the police, let them deal with the body.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to take the body back for Murong Feng to examine, to see what poison he was afflicted with? At least we could get a rough idea of the killer’s identity and have a direction to investigate.”

“Not taking it back,” Ye Xiong insisted.

Without any other option, An Le reluctantly made the call to report the incident, allowing the police to take care of these matters.

For someone with the Dragon Group’s influence, dealing with such things was too easy.

Next, the group drove back to Y City at top speed, and by the time they returned to the Murong Family, it was close to dawn.

In the courtyard, a cold figure had been standing there early on.

It was unclear whether Duanmu Linglong hadn’t slept all night or had woken up early; seeing Ye Xiong return, she hurried over.

“We had originally captured Duanmu Kuang alive, but during the transport, someone made a move against him, your father was poisoned and died,” Ye Xiong said helplessly.

Duanmu Linglong stood there in shock, and after a long while, a clear tear streamed from her eyes.

“I failed to protect him, I’ve neglected my duties, I’m sorry.”

Ye Xiong gently patted her shoulder, unable to bear the sight of her pained expression, and turned to leave.

After returning to his room, Ye Xiong kept pondering who could have poisoned Duanmu Kuang?

The Beast Organization wouldn’t have, given Ghost’s character. Even if he had captured Duanmu Kuang for interrogation, he wouldn’t have gotten any essential information. Duanmu Kuang was just a pawn for Ghost, there was no need for him to strike him down.

Moreover, the Beast Organization’s experts had been taken out one by one, and now every agent was vital for Ghost; would he risk sending someone to kill Duanmu Kuang, fearing the danger of being killed by Ye Xiong again?

After musing for a moment and waiting for it to be nearly dawn, Ye Xiong finally went towards Murong Ruyin’s room.

Ding-dong!

He knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Ye Xiong.”

After a moment, the door opened.

Inside the room was a human model covered in Silver Needles.

Murong Ruyin got up early to cultivate, preparing for the medical conference of the Lingnan Sect being held the next day.

“Do you need something this early?”

Murong Ruyin stood in front of Ye Xiong with a bare face.

Seemingly preoccupied with cultivation since getting up, she hadn’t even combed her hair, emitting a lazy aura that also had a touch of tiredness.

It was this tiredness that made her seem even more feminine.

Because she still smelled of her bed.

The woman in bed is the most beautiful.

Ye Xiong struggled to suppress the desire within him.

The Murong Ruyin in front of him was too tempting, and if he didn’t regulate his emotions, he probably wouldn’t be able to probe anything. @@novelbin@@

Ye Xiong walked over, pulled a Silver Needle from the human model, and said blandly, “This Silver Needle can save lives, but it can also take them, right?”

“Indeed, one can kill, for all things have a dual nature. Take Duanmu Kuang, for instance, he has saved countless lives on one hand, but who knows that in private, he has killed more people than he has saved,” Murong Ruyin replied.

“Could your Silver Needle, like his, have killed anyone?” Ye Xiong casually asked.

“Mr. Ye, what do you mean by that?”

“Just asking.”

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiong continued, “I once heard a friend of mine speak highly of Miss Murong. He said that you’re a remarkable woman of the Lingnan Sect, with a clear sense of right and wrong, upholding justice. It’s funny, back then, I wanted to control two people and thought about asking you for some poison that could control them. I didn’t expect that he would scold me and tell me not to daydream, saying you would definitely not use poison to harm others.”

“What’s the name of your friend?”

“Chen Xiao, a comrade from the National Security Agency.”

“He’s right, I wouldn’t easily poison anyone.”

“Miss Murong’s medical ethics are truly admirable, unlike those Miao doctors I met in Thunder Mountain who only think about making money and never care about people’s lives,” Ye Xiong remarked.

“You flatter me.”

Ye Xiong toyed with a Silver Needle in his hand and suddenly said, “Miss Murong, when I was on a mission once, I encountered a person whose father was killed by a villain. Using his own methods, he killed all those related… Do you think what he did was right or wrong?”

“The related people, were they good or bad?”

“Bad people, but their crimes didn’t warrant death.”

“Those who shouldn’t die, need not die; those who should, must,” Murong Ruyin stated.

Her gaze fell upon Ye Xiong, and she asked, “Mr. Ye, are you implying something with your question?”

“I just hope that your white Silver Needles don’t one day turn black,” he said.

A Silver Needle stained with poison turns black, Ye Xiong was hinting at an underlying message.

“Mr. Ye, if you have something to say, why can’t you just speak plainly? What’s the point of being so covert and cryptic?” Murong Ruyin retorted coldly.

“It’s just that seeing Duanmu Kuang, a famous doctor of Lingnan Sect, end up like this makes me a bit sentimental. Since Miss Murong is cultivating, I’ll leave you be.”

“Mr. Ye Xiong, will you still call me Ruyin?”

“It’s habit, Miss Murong. I’ll take my leave now.”

Ye Xiong tossed the Silver Needle into the air, and it plunged directly into a model.

This flying needle, empowered with his inner energy, embedded deeply into the model, leaving only a small portion visible.

Murong Ruyin walked over, attempting to draw out the Silver Needle. After several tries without success, she couldn’t help but her expression changed slightly.

She never imagined that Ye Xiong’s strength could be so formidable.

After leaving Murong Ruyin, Ye Xiong headed towards Murong Feng.

Following the probing conversation he just had, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that Duanmu Kuang might have been killed by someone dispatched by Murong Ruyin.

The Demonic Path is a No Return Path; once embarked upon, it’s a bottomless abyss.

Many people, often in a single moment of thought, can become demons.

It’s very possible that the tragic death of Murong Ruyin’s mother twisted her personality.

At such times, an outsider like himself is of no use; only those closest to her can have an influence.

Ye Xiong decided to discuss the matter with Murong Feng. As for how he would handle it, that would be his business, and with that, Ye Xiong could consider his duty fulfilled.

He went to the room and couldn’t find Murong Feng; a servant said he was in the courtyard.

Stepping out into the courtyard, he saw Murong Feng sitting in a lounge chair, gazing at the scenery.

Ye Xiong strode over and said with a smile, “Master Murong, out early enjoying the scenery, I see.”

“I’m not looking at the scenery, I’m looking at this!”

Murong opened his hand to reveal a withered yellow leaf in his palm.

The leaf was pitted and marred, having been eaten by insects in several places.

Was he using the withered leaf to symbolize his life?