System!
Finally activated.
Wei Ming, having transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty, was aware of the system's existence from birth.
For eighteen years, he tried everything to activate it, but to no avail.
Now, the Tang诡 plot triggered it.
The Eight Extraordinary Techniques System, as its name suggests, allows him to master the eight extraordinary techniques from the world of "一人之下".
Legend has it that whoever masters all eight extraordinary techniques will become an immortal, a god, undying, and immensely powerful.
The eight techniques are: Qi Body Source Flow, Spirit Confinement and Command, Heavenly Mandate Script, Feng Hou's Arcane Door, Two-In-One Hands, Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, Six Repositories Celestial Thief, and Great Luo Divine Observation.
Each technique possesses unimaginable power, unpredictable and formidable.
After activating the system, the first technique unlocked is Spirit Confinement and Command.
Spirit Confinement and Command needs to be understood separately.
Spirit Confinement: To confine and seize souls, whether living or dead, even spirits, any soul or spiritual body can be bound.
Command: To control spirit puppets, it can directly command spirits to fight, or seal them within living beings, transforming them into spirit puppets for his command!
Moreover, it can also devour souls to nourish his own soul and enhance his mental strength.
“With Spirit Confinement and Command, what case can't be solved? Just ask the deceased directly, wouldn't that be it?”
Wei Ming smiled, then turned and headed towards the Censorate to assume his position.
He was going to participate in the Chang'an Red Tea Case!
The Censorate had the responsibility of investigating criminal cases, and as Di Gong's disciple, it was reasonable for him to be involved.
The Censorate is divided into three courts: the Court of Censors, the Court of the Palace, and the Court of Investigation. The Censorate Officials belonged to the Court of Investigation.
As dusk approached, Wei Ming left the Court of Investigation, holding a decree in his hand.
It was the Censorate's authorization for him to investigate criminal cases.
In fact, the Censorate is a platform for officials to speak their minds, a gathering place for honest scholars, whose duty is to criticize government policies and oversee officials.
However, in the eyes of the honest officials, being sent out to investigate and oversee criminal cases was a thankless task.
Yet, unexpectedly, as soon as Wei Ming took office, he requested to take charge of investigating criminal cases.
Everyone in the Censorate was delighted.
Behind his back, some officials secretly mocked Wei Ming for being a reckless young man.
He wouldn't take the good job of overseeing officials and impeaching them, instead choosing to go to the dirty place of criminal cases. What was he doing there?
Of course, a few officials believed it was normal for Wei Ming, as Di Gong's disciple, to be concerned with criminal cases.
Among them was the Chief Censor, so he simply waved his hand and gave the order: “From now on, you are responsible for investigating criminal cases in Chang'an.”
Wei Ming gladly accepted.
After leaving the Censorate, Wei Ming did not return home but went to the Chang'an Public Office.
The Chang'an County Magistrate Yuan Lai and the Chamberlain of the Household, Wen Chao, came to greet him.
Yuan Lai clasped his hands and said: “Censor Wei, you truly are a talented person of our great Tang Dynasty. You have just assumed your position for the first day, and you already came to the Public Office to investigate. It makes us admire you.”
Wen Chao echoed: “During the street parade earlier, your poem upon passing the examination truly shook Chang'an, making us scholars ashamed.”
Wei Ming returned the salute and smiled: “County Magistrate Yuan, Chamberlain Wen, both of you are exaggerating. Wei Ming just felt inspired and wrote a poem casually, it’s nothing significant.”
“As for coming to the Public Office to investigate on the first day of my appointment, well, Wei Ming eats the Tang Dynasty's salary, so I should work diligently and be devoted to the public interest. It’s just my duty, not worth your praise.”
Yuan Lai and Wen Chao clasped their hands: “Censor Wei, your talent is undeniable, and your dedication to the public is admirable. The Tang Dynasty is fortunate to have you, Censor Wei!”
After exchanging pleasantries, Wei Ming stopped beating around the bush and asked directly: “I heard the former County Lieutenant Wu Da Qi drowned in his residence. Where is the body? I want to see it.”
Yuan Lai's eyes flickered: “Censor Wei, did you come here specifically for this matter?”
Wei Ming smiled enigmatically: “I suppose so. After all, my fellow disciple, the new County Lieutenant Su Wu Ming, is my senior brother, and I wouldn't want to see my senior brother drown in his residence someday.”
Yuan Lai's eyes narrowed slightly. Before he could speak, Wen Chao said in realization: “Oh, I almost forgot, Censor Wei and County Lieutenant Su are both disciples of Di Gong.”
It’s only natural for a junior disciple to care for his senior brother.
However, Yuan Lai felt, for some reason, that there was something more to Wei Ming's words, as if he was implying something.
“Although Wei Ming is not very capable, I have learned some detective skills during the past six months under Master Di Gong. Please lead the way, I want to see Wu County Lieutenant's body with my own eyes.”
With those words, both Yuan Lai and Wen Chao had no reason to refuse, whether because of Wei Ming's relationship with Su Wu Ming or his official authority.
They led Wei Ming to the morgue where the bodies were kept.
As soon as they pushed open the door, a foul stench hit their noses, like the smell of a dead rat exposed to the sun in July, thick and persistent, extremely nauseating.
“How many days has Wu Da Qi been dead?”
“Seven days, it will be eight days after tonight's midnight.”
A person's living soul, unless protected by special means, can only stay in the world of the living for seven days. After seven days, it dissipates.
“It’s good that it’s not eight days yet.”
Wei Ming said with relief, Yuan Lai and Wen Chao exchanged glances, feeling baffled.
Wei Ming lifted the white cloth, took a glance, Wu Da Qi's body was swollen, his skin pale, and he was starting to look like a giant. It emitted a foul smell.
Yuan Lai and Wen Chao couldn't help but retreat to the doorway, quietly watching Wei Ming's actions.
They expected Wei Ming to demonstrate some impressive forensic autopsy techniques, but he simply waved his hand, flicking his sleeve in the air, then covered the body with the white cloth, turned and walked towards them.
“Let's go. I've seen enough.”
Yuan Lai and Wen Chao: “…”
Is that all?!
Di Gong's disciple?
Yuan Lai and Wen Chao were speechless. They thought about it, Wei Ming had only been Di Renjie's disciple for half a year, and he was only seven or eight years old back then, so he couldn't have learned much about solving cases.
Besides, not all of Di Gong's disciples were detectives; many of them became officials and held high positions in the court, like Zhang Jian Zhi and Jing Hui.
They guessed that this Censor Wei was just there for a lark, a bit of excitement, a young man full of passion.
Wei Ming ignored their strange looks and asked: “Where is my senior brother Su Wu Ming? Why haven't I seen him?”
Yuan Lai was about to answer.
At that moment.
A constable ran over quickly: “County Magistrate Yuan, a body was found at a temple outside the city. County Lieutenant Su has already gone there.”
“Body?”
Wei Ming frowned. Although he had read “唐诡”, knowing the plot and character relationships, he couldn't accurately pinpoint the specific dates and times.
Therefore, it was difficult to stop the tragedy from happening in time.
He assumed that the body at the temple outside the city was the bride Dou Cong.
Bidding farewell to Yuan Lai and Wen Chao, Wei Ming rode his horse towards the outskirts of the city.
At the same time, he asked Wu Da Qi's spirit.
“Tell me, who killed you seven nights ago? Yuan Lai? Or Yin Shi Lang?”
On the palm of his hand, Wu Da Qi's soul appeared almost completely transparent, as if a gust of wind could tear his fragile soul apart.
“Fly…Fly…Flying…Illusion…Illusion…Art…Cat…”
Wei Ming shook his head and sighed. Too much time had passed, Wu Da Qi was about to dissipate, and he couldn't provide much information.
With that in mind, Wei Ming’s mind moved, and Wu Da Qi’s soul transformed into a glimmer of light, merging into his body, nourishing his soul.
At the same time, some memories of Wu Da Qi’s life appeared in his mind.
“Wu Lang, have you really forgotten me?”
A black cat transformed into a Flying Goddess and killed him.
Wei Ming opened his eyes, his brows furrowed. He could be certain that the Flying Goddess was not an illusion created by Yin Shi Lang or the others.
It seemed that Wu Da Qi's death was not only related to the Chang'an Red Tea Case.
It might even be unrelated to Yuan Lai and the others.
After all, in “唐诡”, except for the first part where the Flying Goddess appeared, she never appeared again in the entire process of Su Wu Ming and the others solving the Chang'an Red Tea Case and killing Yuan Lai, Yin Shi Lang, and the others.
“Interesting!”
“Hidden plot?”
After absorbing Wu Da Qi's soul, Wei Ming felt refreshed and energized, with boundless strength, and he also inherited Wu Da Qi's martial arts and swordsmanship.
Wu Da Qi was a County Lieutenant in Chang'an, so his skills were undoubtedly formidable. His martial arts and swordsmanship were above average.