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Why was there a knee bell on Beacon Hill in Chaozhou? Wasn’t this a sort of secret Tibetan object?

“Where did it come from?” 

“Ao!”

The old weasel howled, nodded, shook its head, and bit its tail anxiously when it saw that Wu Rong couldn’t understand it. Fortunately, Bai Gu, as the great shaman of Miao Village, was the best at communicating with the spirits of all beings. With him to communicate, he quickly understood the meaning of the old weasel.

 

 

“It said it was stolen from the chicken coop of a resident down the hill a few years ago.”

Bai Gu said to Wu Rong: “However, the residents living in Beacon Hill had all moved away a long time ago. If it met them again, it would recognize them.” 

“Can’t they follow them down the mountain?”

 

All secret Tibetan objects were likely to involve the Youpotan Tiankeng. After Wu Rong left Tiankeng No. 444, his initial reaction was whether there might be something that was once sealed by Lama Sima Gyatso in Chaozhou, or maybe there was also a crack leading to the Great Youpotan Tiankeng?

But after Bai Gu communicated with the weasels, from the old weasel to the rest, they all shook their heads in unison. The old weasel communicated with Bai Gu again. However, it was still a beast, and its meaning was mixed up. Bai Gu frowned. After sorting it out, he said to Wu Rong:

“They can’t go down, there are terrible monsters at the bottom of the mountain, and they will eat them. They used to go down the mountain often, but after the Yellow Weasel Temple’s river disaster five years ago, they could no longer leave the Yellow Weasel Temple. And the cubs born since then were all dead cubs, until last month, when this one was born.”

 

Bai Gu signaled to the weasel that was still lying on the pile of jewelry nor daring to move. The mountain wind blew past the shivering baby weasel.

 

“The old weasel thought it was extraordinary, and wants to send it down the mountain as soon as possible, so as to at least preserve the last blood of the clan.”

 

“Ao!” 

Seemingly understanding that what Bai Gu was talking to Wu Rong about was an important matter concerning the cubs, the old weasel led the pack of weasels and kowtowed to Wu Rong incessantly, begging, its little head slammed on the ground. This didn’t look like purely sending it to enjoy happiness, but more like sending it to take refuge.

He couldn’t tell if there was a problem on Beacon Hill.

Wu Rong took out his mobile phone and called Hui Xin. They all exchanged phone numbers on the way back to Yangjiaping from Tiankeng No. 444. Although it was five o’clock in the morning, Hui Xin answered the call as soon as he dialed him.

“Benefactor Wu?” 

Wu Rong briefly told Hui Xin about Beacon Hill and the Knee Bone Bell, and Hui Xin’s childish voice on the phone suddenly became serious: “I will tell Master about this immediately, but I am in Jieyang, and I cannot leave for the time being.”

 

Hui Xin was also in Jieyang. He told Wu Rong on the phone that, this time, Zhou Xinhong invited many famous celestial masters and monks in private. They also received an invitation. However, Master Kuchan was very busy and couldn’t leave the Yunnan-Guizhou Safe Zone for the time being. Zhou Xinhong also had a small friendship with Master Kuchan, so it was not easy for him to refuse.

Thus Hui Xin was sent there. 

“Amitabha, in fact, this matter is the sin of benefactor Zhou himself. Even if you invite the Nine Heavens God and Buddha, it’ll be…”

It was the first time Wu Rong saw such a straightforward attitude from Hui Xin, he was very dissatisfied with certain things done by the great jade merchant Zhou Xinhong who held the stone betting conference. However, Hui Xin’s character would not judge others too much behind their backs. In the end, he was just young and old-fashioned. He sighed, and he was happy when he heard that Wu Rong would go to Jieyang soon, and seriously told him:

 

“Jieyang was closed the day before yesterday, and ordinary people in the outer safety zone are no longer allowed to enter. The train will stop at the ghost domain outside Jieyang, and anyone who wants to enter Jieyang must first pass through the ghost domain.”

This could be regarded as a screening for ability users. The ghost domain near the safe zone was not dangerous, but it wasn’t a place rascals dare go to. Only those who had the ability to pass could enter Jieyang. 

In the center of Chaozhou, the most private presidential suite on the top floor of the luxury hotel was in a mess, and decorations everywhere had been broken, as if a strong wind had passed through. With a loud bang, the ashtray flew away, and the force was so pointed that it smashed through the widescreen TV. Crackling electric sparks exploded, and debris fell to the ground. The tall, thin figure with bare feet on the cashmere carpet in the center of the living room heaved his chest, and his whole body trembled with anger.

Suddenly, he angrily returned to the same messy bedroom, clutching the medicine bottle beside the bed with trembling hands, and was about to throw it out the window. But before he could make a move, he was caught by a gray and cold ghost hand.

“Young master, the Lord told you to take your medicine on time.” 

The other party’s voice was miserable, and his tone was gloomy and cold, so he could not refuse. He was very strong, and the thin and tall young man tried to break free several times, but he couldn’t get away. He closed his eyes heavily, suppressed his anger, and said in a cold voice, “Uncle Liang, let go.”

“I will take my medicine on time.”

The ghost hand loosened, but the eerie Ghost Qi was still behind him. The tall and thin young man froze for a while, and then finally opened the medicine bottle neatly, taking two pills. After waiting for a few more seconds to confirm that the medicine was completely swallowed, the cold air finally dissipated.

“Boom!” 

His fist hit the wall hard, and the young man suddenly turned around. There was nothing behind him, except for a photo frame beside the bed. He was so angry that his cheeks were stained red, angry and hateful, he lifted the photo frame and was about to throw it against the wall. But halfway through his action, he froze. He stood there for a long time, like a stone statue. After a long time like that, he finally sat down on the side of the bed, very slowly, like an old man, looking down at the photo in the frame.

In the photo, a beautiful and pure woman, as elegant as a white swan, held a cute and well-behaved boy in a small dress in her arms. Next to him was a muscular man in a suit with his arms around the woman’s shoulders, but his face was painted black. Behind this family of three was a loyal old butler with a gentle smile, and behind them was a well-kept garden. He focused his attention on this photo, and his shoulders drooped, as if he had lost all his strength.

 

Beep, beep, beep—— 

A series of vibrating ringtones came from the mobile phone, which was thrown under the bed at some point. The young man slowly put the photo back on the bed, straightened the two crooked statues of the Golden Boy, and then picked up the mobile phone.

Ignoring Red Ninety-Nine’s unread messages, he directly dialed a number: “Anny, I’m going back to Jieyang tomorrow.”

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“All activities in Chaozhou are canceled, and I will not go to the reception either.” 

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In the end, the young man simply hung up the phone, turned it off, and threw it aside. He didn’t think the bed was messy, and he nestled lazily under the quilt. His handsome and flawless face was a bit decadent, and his skin was white and transparent, like a flower in full bloom that was about to wither. He took out a notebook and a pen from under the pillow, and with a few strokes, he outlined a person’s appearance on the blank paper. 

 

“Wu Rong.”

He talked to himself, touching the man’s eyebrows with his fingertips, and then there was a ripping sound. The paper was torn and crumpled, and a nervous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll find you myself.” 

From the current situation of Jieyang’s city closure, it was evident how powerful Zhou Xinhong was, almost occupying the land as king. He raised a group of guards with top-grade jadeite, and made good friends with the people above him, in such a way that the Jieyang Public Security Department couldn’t even raise their heads. He seemed to be the hidden overlord of Jieyang. This was also what happened after the spiritual recovery, the Central Alliance Regime’s control over the lower safety zones were either strong or weak.

This news was acquired by Huang Mao, and told to Wu Rong on the train from Chaozhou to Jieyang.

“Hey little ancestor, don’t play with mosquitoes, a few of them are already dead.”

With a bitter face, Huang Mao carefully pulled off the baby weasel that was almost integrated with the yellow hair on his head, and held it in his arms.

 

“Chirp!”

The little weasel yawned, and unsuspectingly arched its yellow-haired chest, chirping and stretching. Huang Mao skillfully picked up the water bottle at hand, poured out the thick white liquid in it, and let the little weasel hug it and lick it.

“Not much left.” 

Huang Mao appraised the little weasel’s food intake, caressed its swollen belly with his index finger worriedly, and pushed out a milk burp.

“Cousin, do you still have milk?”

 

“It’s not milk, it’s Stone Milk.”

Bai Gu sighed in his heart, ignoring Huang Mao’s extremely misleading words, but he was also helpless: “No more.” 

Stone Milk was a very rare thing. When the stones from mountain springs are broken apart, there might be very small pores inside, and in the pores would be a milky white bacteria film. When the bacteria film is cut, a white liquid flows out, called Stone Milk. This kind of liquid was a great tonic for mountain spirits and wild monsters. People in the mountains often hear a crisp knocking sound coming from the spring under the moonlight. That’s due to the greedy Spirit Foxes and Yellow Weasels who look for Stone Milk.

Although this liquid was rare, Bai Gu was a reborn person after all, and it wasn’t difficult to find it with the memory of his previous life. He originally brought it here to curry favor with Wu Rong and wanted to give it to that black vicious dog to make it up to him. But yesterday, after seeing Wu Rong take out “Rou Baigu” made of Wood Essence from his pocket, and directly feed Huang Mao a drop without hesitation, Bai Gu had no face to take out the Stone Milk that was far less effective than “Rou Baigu”, as a treasure.

Just in time to feed the pup.

Wu Rong was a loafer, and he wasn’t even interested in raising a Persian Kitten. Although he brought out the baby weasel, he threw it directly to Bai Gu and Huang Mao. This little thing’s essence was mischief. In front of Wu Rong, he was as obedient and honest as a dog, but when he saw that Huang Mao was easy to bully, he started acting like a spoiled child towards him. Huang Mao was soft-hearted, so he fell completely in love with it before he realized it diverted his attention.

“It should be enough, there’s still only two hours to come, at most one more feeding.”

Huang Mao chattered, and after drinking the milk, the little cub was sleeping soundly in his arms, he pointed his fingers in the air a little distressed.

Buzz buzz – 

Three large black and white mosquitoes landed on his fingertips.

Huang Mao had been playing with mosquitoes since Beacon Hill, and now he was addicted to it. After getting in the car, he even sent them to collect information in various compartments. Mosquitoes could be seen everywhere, and they were long and small. However, Huang Mao was not yet skilled in mosquito control with each mosquito taking off crookedly, like a zombie. In the process, they are slapped to death, sprayed with toilet water, and played to death by kids. In the end, there were only three survivors left, but he really did hear a lot of gossip about Zhou Xinhong.

 

“I heard that the early death of the Daytime Empress had a lot to do with Zhou Xinhong. Zhou Jin knew this, so the father-son relationship between the two of them is very bad.” 

The Daytime Empress’s full name was Bai Mei, and she used to be recognized as one of the top five queens in the music scene of the Asian League. Her celestial voice could even appease ghosts. When she was young, she used to sing to disperse the ghosts that attacked the city, and was called “Little Angel” by the music circle.

It’s just that after her Daytime Empress years, she married Zhou Xinhong, a jade merchant who was still unknown, at a young age. Shortly after giving birth to Zhou Jin, her physical condition took a turn for the worse, and she barely survived for three years before she passed away. Zhou Xinhong vowed never to remarry to commemorate his deceased wife, while the jade business grew bigger and bigger. Now he was only in his forties, and he had already firmly secured the position of the third largest jade merchant in the Asian League.

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Zhou Xinhong’s fortune happened to be after the Daytime Empress passed away, so there were many rumors saying that Bai Mei’s death might’ve be due to Zhou Xinhong’s tricks.

“This Angel, the Saintess of the Rose, was really amazing.” 

As he spoke, Huang Mao couldn’t help sighing. After getting in the car, Wu Rong asked them to somehow check the information on Lama Sima Gyatso and the nine heroes who died together, that happened to have something to do with the Zhou’s father and son. They were born in St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican. One of the only two women, the Rose Maiden, Vivienne Angel, was naturally looked at twice by Huang Mao.

 

 

“I heard that her singing voice could even comfort a Ghost King. What a beautiful voice this was.”

Huang Mao waved the advertising paper fan in his hand. King of Heaven’s Zhou was promoting his new album in Chaozhou. There were many free tabloid advertisements in places with a lot of traffic, like train stations. The above was Zhou Jin’s new album “Snow Lotus”, which was full of enthusiasm: “I’ve downloaded several songs by the King of Heaven’s Zhou, let’s listen to them later!” 

 

Wu Rong sat by the window in the corridor of the train, and the black ghost dog shrunk down to about the size of an ordinary black dog, lying docilely on Wu Rong’s lap. There were two spiders, one big and one small, by the window. Before, the human-faced spider was released to hunt, but it brought back the baby spirit enshrined in another person’s home. Although it wasn’t a big deal, Wu Rong still grounded it, and the little spider stared at him weakly.

Wu Rong was in the process of returning information to the Witchlogist. He got the Purified Rootless Water, which was easy to use. The Witchlogist was being very talkative. He couldn’t stop talking once he started. He was also in Jieyang, and all kinds of shady and selfish things were exposed by him.

  

[Witchologist: Hey, what do you think? The canary is dying, do you want to plan ahead? ]

[Witchologist: What does that mean? ]

Who, who?

  

Wu Rong always remembered that the Witch Society was a black and evil organization. Although he got in, he was at a loss for some slang words and phrases of the Witchologist, and couldn’t understand them. Every time, he got through in silence. But he didn’t expect that this Witchologist wouldn’t treat him like an outsider at all, and a bunch of messages popped up.

Wu Rong didn’t intend to have too much entanglement with the villains here, and he was always ready to quit the club and leave after buying the Purified Rootless Water for nothing. Unexpectedly, the Witchologist talked about Fu Qing.

 

[Witchologist: Fuck! You know who I saw at Zhou’s house yesterday? Chunyangzi Fu Qing! Scared the hell out of me, shouldn’t he be staying in Yangjiaping now? Why did he come to Jieyang? I really don’t understand.] 

[Witchologist: Let me tell you, someone probably sneaked into Chunyangzi’s side to influence him, the woman in Tiankeng No. 444. I’m too busy with the Coffin Old Man to calculate, you should pay more attention when you have time. Don’t let someone with an ulterior motive coerce us.]

Mm? Have ulterior motives? Who is going to influence Fu Qing? The woman in Tiankeng 444?

Wu Rong’s mind turned around. The last time he entered the Tiankeng, there were only two women, Su Jingjing and Wang Lengliu, and they both died. Were they another acquaintance of Fu Qing’s? But let alone guard Fu Qing, she’s influencing him? It’s not that Wu Rong was boasting, but the one who could influence Fu Qing the most was him, Wu Rong, so where did this other woman pop up from?

The Witchologist was used to him being silent, so he continued to babble after complaining: “That idiot of a Coffin Old Man is acting like he’s been injected with the black dog’s blood, doing his best all day long. I don’t even dare to let him see Chunyangzi. Doesn’t he realize it’s really not the best time to make a move now? When you come back, please persuade him. That fool has a bad temper…” 

Do what?

Wu Rong frowned instantly, and re-read the passage sent by the Witchologist. It’s like he understood, this person, no, not only him, but also that old man named Coffin, are they planning to attack Fu Qing?

 

Although fighting had many meanings, Wu Rong directly thought about the worst. His nerves were tense at first, but then they slowly relaxed.

He believed that Fu Qing’s strength should not be underestimated. And it just so happened that these people who planned behind his back were caught by him. Being able to enter Zhou’s house at this time and meet Fu Qing, the status of Witchologist was probably not low. 

In an instant, a bunch of conspiracies and schemes flashed through Wu Rong’s mind. Longhu Mountain specially sent this invitation letter to Fu Qing, and there were people around Zhou Xinhong who planned to do something to Fu Qing. It would be too much to say that it was all a coincidence. Too coincidental! And it seems that there was an organization behind this Witchologist. An evil gang that worships the Ghost King and wants to attack Fu Qing, they absolutely have no good intentions.

No, he couldn’t quit the Witch Society yet. Now that Fu Qing was in the clear and the enemy was in the dark, he wanted to find out who was behind the Witchologist and the Coffin Old Man, and what the role of the Ghost King who instigated them was.

Fu Qing was actually targeted by the Ghost King.

“Woof—” 

The black ghost dog sensed Wu Rong’s mood swings, raised its head and rubbed against Wu Rong’s arm, its gray-brown eyes were docile and loyal, which made Wu Rong’s tense heartstrings relax a little bit.

Don’t rush, this matter must not be rushed, and you can’t startle the snake.

“Passengers, the terminal station of the train: Jieyang Station has arrived. Please note that due to the current special situation in Jieyang, ordinary passengers are not allowed to enter, and will be sent back by the train. Customers with abilities, please do what you can, and always remember that life is the most precious, between thousands of rivers and mountains there is always love, and it’s best to cherish life.”

“We have arrived!” 

Huang Mao excitedly carried the baby weasel in his arms, and quickly packed his luggage. Mosquitoes fluttered and buzzed away, Huang Mao squinted his eyes before getting out of the car, as if he had seen the scene outside ahead of time, excitedly whispering to Wu Rong: “Brother Rong, there are many stone sellers on the roadside outside!”

The Jieyang safe zone was very strange, part of the area was in the ghost domain, and it was exclusively for the guards trained by the Zhou family to live. In the past, the trains would go straight through here and stop at the old train station. Because of the special policy, the train stopped early on the edge of the Ghost Territory.

Theoretically speaking, this was also Jieyang.

He let the ghost dog return to his shadow, took the spiders, and then the three of them got out of the car with the flow of people. The entrance was bustling with people. Known as the Jade City, Jieyang was home to many excellent and high-quality jadeites, and buyers came here every day to see and buy jade. Every year, people from all regions of the alliance would flock to the city during the Jieyang public market. 

The Stone Gambling Conference held by Zhou Xinhong this time was not long after the Jieyang Public Offering. Many people who had just participated in the Jieyang Public Offering simply stayed, and there were more newcomers who were attracted by various gimmicks. When there are too many people, accidents are easy to happen. No wonder Zhou Xinhong temporarily closed the city.

This was Wu Rong’s first time entering the ghost domain, and there was no such thing as summer heat whizzing past, as slightly weaker people shuddered from the cold. But no matter how cold the wind was, it couldn’t stop the enthusiasm of tourists. The Ghost Territory was supposed to be gloomy and clammy, with only will-o’-wisp ghosts, but lights on both sides of the road illuminated the darkness, it didn’t look like a Ghost Territory at all, but a bit like a night market.

“Look, take a look, it’s all stones from the old pit, don’t these handsome men and women want to warm their hands first!”

“This high-quality Jade brand is being sold at a low price! It’s a good place to live in and a good place to buy, and it’s a perfect way to protect the fetus and raise ghosts!” 

Shouts along the road kept coming and going, and under the light, the jadeite and jade stones in each booth were all beautiful and grand. Huang Mao was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, without blinking his eyes. He suddenly slipped into the crowd, and came back with a stone in his hands after a while, silly and laughed beside Bai Gu, lowering his voice mysteriously: “Cousin, what do you think of this stone, I bought it for 200 yuan. The mosquitoes like this one the most. It’s so round. Do you think there’s any emerald green in it?”

“…This pebble is indeed quite round.”

 

Bai Gu said euphemistically, and seeing that Huang Mao was so angry that he wanted to argue, he grabbed him and comforted him, “Just think of it as paying the schooling fee.”

“But why do the mosquitoes like it so much?” 

Before Huang Mao came to Jieyang, he read several stone gambling novels, and his mind was full of energy leak detection and getting rich overnight. Hearing Bai Gu explain to him, his excitement finally subsided, and he still couldn’t understand it.

“Businessmen seek profit, and they say that no matter the ghost breeder or the celestial master, there are many ways to sense whether there is energy or jade under the stone skin. If this was the case, wouldn’t the word “gambling” for betting on stones be meaningless? Don’t underestimate the clever minds of businessmen, some experts take advantage of the self-confidence of these capable people to sell fake stones and stones without jade.”

Bai Gu picked up the stone from Huang Mao’s hand, scraped the surface with his nails, scraping a little yellow powder, and sniffed lightly with his nose: “An insect attractant is added to the sugar water, so mosquitoes like it.”

“So this is it!” 

Huang Mao suddenly realized, he was embarrassed and smirked. Bai Gu shook his head and returned the stone to him, just as he was about to say something, his gaze suddenly froze.

“Be careful.”

“Ao chirp!”

They saw the little weasel, sleeping on the shoulder of Huang Mao, suddenly dart to the waist of Huang Mao like a small yellow whirlwind, opening its mouth with small white teeth, biting hard, and finally bit out a phantom! 

The target of the gray shadow was the wallet in Huang Mao’s pants pocket, but it was caught by the little yellow weasel, who ate it in three completely clean bites, and then returned to Huang Mao’s arms to play coquettish and ask for credit.

“Chirp!”

“Dear darling, I really didn’t love you in vain.”

Huang Mao was still in shock, hugging the cub and rubbing his head vigorously, this posture made its milk hair bald. 

“After all, this place is still in the Ghost Territory, strength is the rule, be careful about everything.”

Wu Rong, who was walking in front, returned to Huang Mao’s side. The terrifying aura emanating from his shadow made those salivating eyes that were looking at the little weasel restrain themselves. As he said, not many passers-by paid attention to what happened to Huang Mao. The few who had thought about it, saw that there were three of them, felt Wu Rong’s deterrent and powerful aura, and did not do anything.

The biggest difference between a Ghost Territory and a safe zone is that there were no rules at all. The three of them saw a lot of vicious incidents along the way. Some tourists who bought fake stones aggressively approached the boss to settle accounts. A few punches made the boss look completely different, and he somehow turned into pus and screamed to death. There were also bosses who planned wrongly and were really killed alive.

As long as it was not too chaotic, the guards on duty on both sides would not care at all, they’ll just get impatient and let the murderers clean up the road, and then that’s the end of it. 

This shocked Huang Mao, who stayed in the safe zone since childhood and did not come out. He became more and more silent along the way, but his temperament soon calmed down, and he looked much more mature.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion and confusion in the crowd ahead, and loud shouts came from behind the crowd.

 

“Don’t run, little bastard, stop! Damn stop!”

A thin and nimble figure quickly passed through the crowd, panicked, like a black lightning bolt, and it was about to disappear in a blink of an eye. But the big men chasing and shouting behind it were not in a hurry, and there was even a bit of disdainful smile on their fierce-looking faces. When the figure fled far enough, something slowly flew out of their pockets, and they pressed it. 

Crackle!

 

The sound of electric current breaking through the air was heard, and the fleeing figure couldn’t even scream, falling to the ground twitching and rolling, curled up like a shrimp, extremely miserable.

From Wu Rong’s point of view, he could just see his face twisted and convulsed by the electric shock, and he was actually someone he had seen before. 

Su Xiaomi.

Editor: Cloud Chip Cake

The author has something to say:

Wu Rong [alert]: I want to see who is the person behind this Witch Society is, and he actually wants to attack Fu Qing! 

Su Xiaomi is the one who gave the handbook to disabled ghosts, and one of the future members of the Rong Gang. The old guys were all reborn and went to the pinnacle of life ahead of time to start a career, but he was not reborn, no one took him to play, miserable and miserable.

Miserable-Su Xiaomi-miserable

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