"A great omen!" A hoarse voice escaped from his lips.
In all honesty, this scene is bizarre beyond words.
Yet, within the next second, I was certain it wasn't due to any new stir from Wu Zhongkuan.
Because the voice belonged to Old Gong.
Soon, Old Gong rotated his head, his dry and cracked face looking extremely frightened and exaggerated.
"Grandpa! Omen! Great omen!" The tone in his own mouth was much sharper.
"Understood."
My expression didn't change at all.
"Uh..." Old Gong was in a state of confusion for a moment.
"Come up." I shouted.
Old Gong's head trembled and he returned to hanging above the chamber pot.
"Elaborate on what kind of omen it is," I asked, my tone calm.
The Qiya Village seems dangerous, and it's not safe at all. Going there is a sign of good fortune, which is really strange.
Old Gong naturally has predictive abilities. After eating Wu Zhongkuan, theoretically, his abilities should have increased.
Since the risks have been mentioned, avoiding them can yield greater benefits.
But to my surprise, Old Gong shook his head, and his dry face showed a renewed confusion. "I don't know," he said.
"..." I said.
For a moment, Old Gong's face was filled with worry.
"If he had a heart, it would be better. Without a heart, he has no cunning. His mind is not sharp enough to do anything."
My gaze fell upon the back of Old Gong's head, and Wu Zhongkuan's face, with its tightly closed eyes, mirrored Old Gong's mood, showing a face full of worry.
With a slight thought in my heart, I believe that Old Gong hasn't been able to fully digest Wu Zhongkuan's lingering soul. Although he has completely suppressed it through eating Wu Zhongkuan's skin, as Wu Zhongkuan is not complete, the abilities he can use are limited. Therefore, he is always half-hearted.
If Old Gong's soul were complete?
Without realizing it, I walked to the street corner. The ghost purpose seller opened his door again, but Mao Yousan's shop had its wooden door tightly shut.
Further on, I would have left the Underworld Market.
Standing at the entrance of the theater, I gazed in the direction of Mao Sanjia's house, but I dared not linger for long. I walked towards the commercial street.
I don't know if Mingjing True Man was glaring at his ancestors with his eyes wide open while he was alive, but Mao Sanjia's actions have somewhat hurt people's hearts. I'd better stay away from this affair.
By the time I reached the commercial street, a cloud had blocked the moonlight, making the night even darker.
It wasn't yet late at night, and there were still many people on the road. Some were looking at me and Yu Xiou, muttering something unknown, but their eyes kept darting towards the night pot at my waist, and many of them couldn't help but suppress a laugh.
The worried look on Old Gong's face had long since disappeared.
When others laughed at the night pot, he constantly stared at the women, his mouth continuously smacking, and there were some indistinct humming noises coming from his mouth. It was the lewd song he liked to sing.
I flagged down a taxi and, after getting in, I didn't immediately give the address. I signaled the driver to wait as I called Mr. Yang.
Ding-dong, the phone connected.
"Xian Shichen Son?" The voice on the other side, Mr. Yang, sounded slightly joyful.
"Mr. Yang." My tone was too mild, but I asked firmly: "Has the leader returned?"
Earlier, I and Mr. Yang had suspected that the leader was problematic and had even conspired to avoid the grandmaster.
Now that the leader is unharmed, relatively speaking, the danger from the grandmaster has been lifted.
During this visit to Qiya Village, the Grandmaster can help us. I still need to find the son of the old woman.
"Older brother..." Mr. Yang's tone was slightly unnatural as he whispered, "Let's go and have a drink of white flowers ghost needle grass, and we can talk slowly?"
I was taken aback for a moment before realizing it was the secret signal we had left with Mr. Yang.
Originally, it should have been me who was testing Mr. Yang.
However, I unconsciously overlooked the matter of the secret signal since the leader was unharmed.
"Mr. Yang, you can rest assured that the leader is fine," I explained honestly to Mr. Yang.
Clearly, Mr. Yang slightly relaxed and said, "That's how it is. Then, let's pretend this never happened."
"All right," I replied.
After discussing with Mr. Yang, we agreed that the meeting place would be at Miao Ying's home.
I also found out that the leader had just returned to the grandmaster's place and had gone to rest soon after.
Mr. Yang was originally still worried and uneasy, but after hearing my explanation, he felt much more at ease.
After an hour or so, I arrived at the high-rise residential area where the grandmaster's place was located, and then went back to Miao Ying's home.
There were two people, one fat and one thin, standing at the door.
It was Mr. Yang and the leader!
The leader's slightly fat face showed some fatigue, but Mr. Yang looked vibrant.
After seeing me, both men smiled simultaneously.
Mr. Yang looked at me for a moment, and the two of them seemed to understand something by themselves.
"How are you doing, leader?" I started the conversation first.
The leader rubbed his slightly fat face and let out a small sigh, saying, "It's not a big problem. Your abilities are truly boundless, so I couldn't have left otherwise. But what have you done? That place has become even more dangerous, and many Taoists have died."
Upon hearing this, my expression slightly changed.
Can't say what I did, but rather what Mao Sanjia did...
To be precise, the problem lies in the place itself. Mao Sanjia himself said that Wei Yumin's appearance was closely related to Fengshui, and he simply eliminated the false Fengshui, making everything return to its original state...
"I can't say too much. Just don't go there in the future. The 28 Hells are not easy to deal with, and you shouldn't go to the regulation Daoist venue recently either," I replied ambiguously.
"Mmm..." The leader nodded, wiping away a thin sweat on his forehead, saying, "That place is definitely not something I want to go there again. There have been so many people killed in the regulation Daoist venue. I'm not going to get involved with bad luck either. The investigation by those below has discovered a lot of information, but the regulation Daoist venue is still a mess."
I had a conversation with the leader, and Mr. Yang didn't interrupt. He was slightly lowering his head, lost in thought about something.
While I was talking, I suddenly thought of Han Zazi and wondered about his situation.
However, this matter has little to do with me now. I have enough trouble dealing with the problems in front of me.
"Regardless of the chaos at the regulation Daoist venue, it will eventually get better. I need to go to Qiya Village to obtain the corpse heart."
Taking a deep breath, I directly stated my purpose.
Mr. Yang and the leader both changed their expressions simultaneously.
The leader's brows furrowed, and for a moment, he didn't say anything.
Then, I took out another black and white photo and handed it to Mr. Yang. In the picture, a young man was standing at the entrance of Qiya Village, wearing denim clothes and carrying a leather bag.
In fact, the photo was originally in a frame. After the old woman who is the ghost of emotions gave it to me, I've always carried it close to my body. The time has been dragging too long, and during this period, I have too many things to deal with. The frame was cumbersome, so I disassembled it.
"Who is this person?" Mr. Yang examined the photo closely and asked me.
I told him the truth about the old woman who was the ghost of emotions.
Mr. Yang seemed to be enlightened, saying, "The meaning is to find this man, but Qiya Village has become a deadly place for decades. Even if this man is alive, he won't be a young man anymore. He should be an old man. Do you still want to bring him back?"
"It's basically impossible. Qiya Village is too dangerous; if he goes, he'll die. There's no way for mother and son to reunite."
