Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 32

Human Martial Arts Group Building.

Fifteenth floor underground.

Qian Rushan’s face was grim as he casually tore off his surgical gown and tossed his disposable surgical gloves behind him.

“Autopsy complete. This guy had seven types of weapons hidden on him. He’s a master of killing techniques.”

“It’s a real shame he died too quickly. There’s no way to pry any useful information out of him.”

“I’m sorry, I was incompetent and didn’t stop him from committing suicide in time,” Wen Na said shamefully.

“It’s not your fault. His human skin art is very advanced; even the group’s security system didn’t discover his true identity,” Qian Rushan said.

He then looked at Shen Ye.

Shen Ye said, “I only have one puzzling point.”

“Speak,” Qian Rushan said.

Shen Ye looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, “Why did he only make a move when he was alone with me?”

Qian Rushan’s eyes suddenly deepened, and he whispered:

“The other party didn’t want to make things public. After all, you are a member of the Shen family. If you were killed in public, the Shen family would investigate to the end for the sake of their reputation.”

“If you died silently and were disguised as an accident, then everything could pass.”

“Speaking of which, although our family has separated from the Shen family, the other party is still wary of the Shen family,” Shen Ye said with a self-deprecating tone.

“Let’s go. This corpse is no longer of any value,” Qian Rushan said.

“You go first, I’ll stay for a bit,” Shen Ye said, looking at the corpse.

Qian Rushan sighed and patted his shoulder. “Then you stay for a while longer, and then come find me on the top floor.”

This child can perceive death.

Since he has a talent for death, perhaps he can sense something.

Such strange things are too common among professionals.

“Okay,” Shen Ye said.

Qian Rushan led everyone away.

In the operating room, only Shen Ye and the corpse remained.

After a few minutes.

Big Skeleton’s voice quietly sounded: “No one’s here.”

Shen Ye nodded and said:

“Someone once said that I wouldn’t know anything.”

—”Gloom Whisper” activated!

“With the corpse as proof, the dead must respond to your call, crawl up from hell, and truthfully tell you what they know, so that their souls may rest in peace.”

The corpse’s eyes suddenly opened wide.

“This is…” it murmured in surprise, then let out a short laugh: “You can actually talk to dead souls? But it’s useless, I won’t tell you anything!”

Shen Ye was slightly surprised.

Luo Feichuan had actively communicated with him before, genuinely wanting to protect him.

But when encountering such hostile people, how could “Gloom Whisper” make the other party “truthfully” divulge information?

“It won’t say anything, what should I do?” Shen Ye asked Big Skeleton.

Big Skeleton said with an uncertain tone:

“I don’t know what will happen either—only a handful of people can get the three great inheritances, and who would choose a ‘Gloom Whisper’ that can only speak? At least I’ve never seen one.”

“However, this inherited talent is the origin of the undead, so there should be a way to make the other party speak.”

Before the words fell, an anomaly suddenly occurred—

Shen Ye felt as if the whole world suddenly disappeared.

He floated in a void of darkness.

Around him were black metal walls of unknown height and depth.

Countless painful sobs and wails came from within the walls.

In front of Shen Ye, a corpse was embedded in a black metal wall.

—It was the assassin.

Endless dark flames emerged from the wall, burning the metal wall red, and the corpse also sizzled.

The corpse let out a miserable shriek of extreme pain.

It was quickly burned to bone, and the bone was further calcined into ash.

However, in the next instant, it returned to its corporeal form, continuing to endure the scorching dark flames.

This cycle repeated endlessly, the continuous burning lasting for an unknown duration.

A long time passed.

Shen Ye even felt as if hundreds of years had gone by.

One day, from within the dark walls, seven or eight skeletons wearing dark cloaks suddenly emerged.

They dragged various instruments of torture, slowly approaching from the depths of the darkness, then gathered around the corpse and arranged the instruments one by one.

“Reporting to the Technique Master, the formal execution is about to begin.”

A skeleton sternly spoke to Shen Ye.

—So those hundreds of years of burning were just a prelude?

“Yes,” the skeleton said, as if knowing what Shen Ye was thinking, explaining, “Each torture will last for one hundred million years, then repeat for one hundred million times one hundred million years, and then we will switch the instruments.”

“What if it still doesn’t speak?” Shen Ye asked.

“We will summon more powerful evil spirits. For such stubborn souls, those evil spirits will surely be very interested. They love to torment these souls, and each one is skillful, able to keep the soul conscious and complete while enduring torment.”

The skeleton said.

Just as they were about to use those unheard-of instruments of torture—

“I’ll talk!”

The corpse cried out in collapse.

In an instant.

All anomalies vanished.

Shen Ye found himself still standing in the dissecting room.

The second hand on the wall had just ticked once.

The corpse immediately began to speak rapidly:

“We are assassins from the Assassin’s Guild. Not long ago, we received a joint mission.”

“The main purpose of this mission was to kill you, but to make it appear as if your death was caused by an accident.”

“Wait a moment,” Shen Ye interrupted him, took out his phone, and dialed Xiao Mengyu’s number.

“Hello? Do you have any new information?”

Xiao Mengyu’s voice sounded.

“I’ve caught a killer here and am interrogating him. He’s already confessed,” Shen Ye said.

“What did he say?” Xiao Mengyu asked.

Shen Ye glanced at the corpse.

The corpse immediately continued:

“At first, I killed Chen Haoyu, disguised as him, and told you I was hospitalized.”

“We set up a suspected ‘disaster’ scene at the hospital, with my companion responsible for the attack.”

“It’s really strange—”

“Once that thing was activated, you should have died in the hospital.”

“But you didn’t die, and there were even eyewitnesses at the scene.”

“So we continued our operation until today, when I personally made a move, killed you, and then faked the scene.”

“You have no idea who the employer is?” Shen Ye asked.

“Only the overall mission leader knows all the information about the mission; he controls every aspect of the operation,” the corpse said.

“Who is the overall leader?” Shen Ye asked.

“He is called ‘the Skinner,’ a very reputable assassin in the underworld. The human skin technique on me was performed by him,” the corpse said.

“Where is he?” Xiao Mengyu asked.

The corpse looked at Shen Ye.

“Speak,” Shen Ye said.

“He went to kill the eyewitness,” the corpse said.

Shen Ye asked, “Why kill the eyewitness?”

“Because that nurse saw the scene where the curse of ten thousand ghosts took effect. If the Shen family investigates, they will find that everything was not an accident,” the corpse said.

“Where is the eyewitness?” Shen Ye asked.

“She fled to the western suburbs of the city, hiding in a five-star hotel called ‘Maple Forest,’ preparing to leave the city.”

The corpse thought for a moment, then added, “However, ‘the Skinner’ has already taken action, and that nurse will soon die—or perhaps she’s already dead.”

“What kind of assassin is ‘the Skinner,’ and what are his weaknesses?” Shen Ye asked.

The corpse said, “I dare not resist his orders at all, nor can I discern any weaknesses he might have.”

“Since he’s so strong, why didn’t he come to kill me himself?” Shen Ye asked.

“He didn’t plan to make a move.”

“Why?”

“To be honest, with his status and position in the assassination world, personally killing a middle school student would become a stain on his professional career. Fellow assassins would mock him later.”

Shen Ye said, “So he was just secretly controlling the progress of the entire assassination plan?”

“He felt that just coming to oversee it was already a great favor to the mastermind behind this mission,” the corpse said.

“Does he have no unique characteristics?” Shen Ye asked again.

“If I had to say, he has a peculiar hobby—”

“Cannibalism.”

The corpse finished speaking, and its soul departed.

Xiao Mengyu’s voice came from the phone: “I’ll go meet this ‘Skinner’.”

The call ended.