Chapter 021: Assassination

Although what Lady Gremory sent him was a bunch of low-ranking demons,

Wang Bo didn't mind.

In Hell, these demons were useless, but in the human world, every one of them was a warrior capable of defeating a thousand foes single-handedly. Whether in war, assassination, management, gardening, or cooking, they were all highly skilled.

Indeed, demons were that interesting.

Some demons not only knew how to cook but were also gardening experts.

All of this was thanks to their innate abilities.

The innate abilities of these demons were incredibly varied. Besides disguise and poison use, some demons had a talent for cooking—any food they prepared had its deliciousness enhanced to varying degrees.

In addition, some demons were born with knowledge of gardening, able to control flowers, fruits, trees, and plants, keeping them ever-blooming.

Others were proficient in architecture, capable of turning sand and soil into various kinds of stone, such as marble and jade, making them master-level builders.

Even in the human world, few could match their skill.

There was even a demon whose innate ability was reading; he could read any language without mystical power without hindrance, and also some languages filled with mystical power.

But anything too powerful was beyond him—he couldn't handle it; his head would explode.

Wang Bo couldn't help but look helpless. This ability was truly useless to him, who already possessed the power of comprehending languages.

Besides that, Wang Bo discovered a few oddballs.

For instance, one demon had the ability to gain the memories of another by eating their brain.

Another demon could turn water into various kinds of alcohol.

What made Wang Bo even more exasperated was that one demon had the ability to change clothes; he could turn any material into clothing, even stone.

But the clothes he made from stone didn't have the defensive properties of stone.

How should one describe this ability?

It was simply useless.

Fortunately, Wang Bo didn't mind; instead, he found it quite interesting. Although some demons' abilities were mediocre, they were very practical in daily life.

So Wang Bo decisively accepted these demons.

Of course, even if he wanted to return them, Lady Gremory probably wouldn't agree.

Wang Bo took out the golden parchment contract and waved his hand. The demons understood and turned into wisps of smoke, rushing into the parchment, entering the miniature space, and falling into slumber.

They would only be awakened when Wang Bo needed them.

Then, with a teleport, Wang Bo returned from the desert to the Great Tang. But this time, he didn't go back to his lair; instead, he arrived in Chang'an, in a remote and deserted alley.

Wang Bo picked up the parchment contract and summoned a demon.

“Sebas!”

The purple-haired demon rushed out of the parchment contract and knelt before Wang Bo. “Master.”

“I want you to disguise yourself as a person, Sebas.”

“Yes, Master.” Sebas said without any hesitation. “I am at your service, Master.”

“This is the Great Tang. I want you to disguise yourself as the current prime minister, Yang Guozhong, and bring back his soul as well. Can you do that, Sebas?”

Wang Bo had no goodwill toward Yang Guozhong. During the Grand Banquet of Ultimate Bliss, Yang Guozhong had made things difficult for Wang Bo several times, prompting Wang Bo to resolve to sell this man's soul to Lady Gremory.

Now was the time to act.

Although Sebas wasn't quite sure who Yang Guozhong was, he didn't hesitate and immediately said, “Rest assured, Master. I will complete this task perfectly.”

Even though he was merely a bottom-tier demon in Hell, he was still far superior to humans.

So in Sebas's view, disguising as a human was effortless.

This task was too easy.

Wang Bo nodded with satisfaction and said, “Very well. I will wait for you here at noon ten days from now. I hope you can bring me good news, Sebas.”

“Yes, Master.” Sebas nodded.

Only then did Wang Bo feel at ease. He instantly left the cold palace and returned to his lair.

After Wang Bo disappeared, Sebas stood up. As his gaze shifted, the long horn on his forehead, the wings on his back, and the tail behind him gradually disappeared.

His purple hair turned jet black, and his handsome face became ordinary.

Even his clothes changed into coarse cloth garments.

In just a few breaths, Sebas transformed from a demon into an ordinary-looking human.

Moreover, he looked like a person of the Great Tang from this era.

Then, with nimble steps, he slowly walked out and seamlessly blended into the crowd.

Yang Guozhong, Sebas silently repeated the name, a hint of cunning smile appearing at the corners of his eyes.

…

On the other hand, after returning to his lair, Wang Bo did not go back to his residence.

Not long ago, he had ordered thirty lashes for An Qingxu. That little bastard was probably barely alive by now. If he went back now, he would likely have to face Lady Kang's tearful complaints.

So Wang Bo decided to simply buy a courtyard outside and stay there.

Acting on his decision, Wang Bo spent over a thousand strings of cash to purchase a large estate. Although it wasn't as grand as An Lushan's mansion, it was far better than his residence in the world of Di Renjie.

Both the feng shui and the scenery were exceptionally beautiful.

Wang Bo took a liking to it at first sight, so he paid promptly and moved in that very day.

However, the next day, An Lushan's personal guard, Li Zhuer, came rushing over in a panic.

“Master, something terrible has happened, Master!”

Ignoring the gatekeeper's阻拦, Li Zhuer rushed in hastily. Upon seeing Wang Bo, he fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

Wang Bo frowned at Li Zhuer and asked, “What happened?”

Li Zhuer said tearfully, “Master, the mansion was attacked by assassins. Several young masters were assassinated and have died!”

Wang Bo was dumbfounded. Assassinated? That shouldn't be.

He had never heard of such a thing in history. An Lushan's sons shouldn't have died by assassination, right?

Wait… Suddenly, another possibility occurred to Wang Bo.

Could it be that the assassin wasn't targeting his cheap sons, but him?

But since he wasn't home last night, his cheap sons had suffered instead?

The problem was, An Lushan's mansion was always heavily guarded by personal guards, with tight security. No one should have been able to commit murder there.

Wang Bo was utterly perplexed and couldn't help asking, “What exactly happened? Tell me the truth.”

Li Zhuer wiped his tears and slowly recounted to Wang Bo what had happened the previous night.

It all started after Wang Bo had left.