Not long after Old Man Zhao left, Qin Yexuan appeared before him.
"Yo, does this gentleman have any other instructions?" Old Man Zhao resumed his honest and simple demeanor.
Qin Yexuan said lightly, "Look me in the eye and swear that you will never reveal this matter!"
Old Man Zhao stared into his eyes and felt a bit dizzy. The young man's eyes were like the sea, so deep.
Then he snapped back to reality, only to find Qin Yexuan gone.
Shaking his head, Old Zhao went out and got into the car driven by Driver Xu.
They arrived at Baiyang Alley and did not act in haste. Old Zhao insisted that the task must be done after dark.
The old man even procured a roasted chicken from the kitchen, tearing into it greedily while sipping on expensive craft Maotai.
"Driver Xu, I didn't expect you to make this trip in the end, but let's be clear, I'm taking all the bonus for this myself, I won't share it with you."
Driver Xu smiled, "I really don't want to earn this money."
Old Man Zhao left half a bottle of wine and couldn't help but look back, "Is there really a child in the cardboard box? I hope Madam doesn't do anything to Mr. Sun and chop him into pieces..."
He was clearly trying to scare Driver Xu.
Driver Xu didn't even glance at it, "I'm not interested. Let's pretend we know nothing."
It wasn't until it got dark that Old Man Zhao got out of the car, already tipsy. He first took a mouthful of wine and sprayed it towards the cardboard box.
Then, the old man walked in a circle three times, and with a serious expression, took out a dirty handkerchief and wrapped it directly around his neck.
Wine was also poured onto the handkerchief.
He muttered something.
Driver Xu found it amusing, "This is a folk custom from the eastern part of Linzhou. When burying someone, they fear ghosts grabbing their neck, so they wrap their neck with an alcohol-soaked handkerchief. This Old Zhao seems to be from Linzhou, and his methods are quite skilled."
Old Zhao had already picked up the cardboard box and couldn't help but grumble, "So light? Doesn't seem like a child."
Driver Xu watched him enter the alley and suddenly couldn't help but laugh, "Stupid Old Zhao, you really think there's a child in the box? That's just two sets of children's clothes inside."
He shook his head, a little disappointed, "Qin Yexuan, oh Qin Yexuan, your scheme to lure the snake out of its hole is too poor and naive. Using a cardboard box to trick me into showing myself? I won't fall for it."
"You think too little of me, Xu Chunyang."
Driver Xu was about to drive away, but Old Man Zhao's startled cry came from the alley, "What the hell is this? Two broken clothes and a book?"
Xu Chunyang's hand stopped on the steering wheel, his eyes flashed. He had already sensed the broken clothes, but what was this book?
Old Man Zhao seemed to be flipping through the book, muttering as he did.
Xu Chunyang frowned, looking into the depths of the alley.
Curiosity scratched at his heart like a cat's paw.
He knew it was a trap, but he found himself unwilling to leave now.
"Great Vajra Hand Seal... Huh? What is this? Scriptures?" Old Man Zhao's voice was faint, "Jiang... San... What Incantation?"
"The Mantra of the Victorious King of Ming Dynasty!" Xu Chunyang almost shouted.
He couldn't believe it.
"The Great Vajra Hand Seal and the supreme Buddhist method of subduing demons, the Mantra of the Victorious King of Ming Dynasty, are all in that book?"
Old Man Zhao's footsteps were already fading.
Xu Chunyang's grip on the steering wheel tightened, almost ripping it off.
That book was about to be buried underground. I can wait, and return when the time is right. That idiot Old Zhao wouldn't tear it up or burn it, would he?
No, that old guy doesn't understand the value of the scriptures and hand seals in the book. He might really burn it along with the clothes. The burial customs in Linzhou involve burning paper figures and paper horses, and funeral clothes.
Damn it!
Xu Chunyang finally jumped out of the car, his eyes flashing, and the black umbrella flew out with a swoosh.
The black umbrella instantly pierced through the alley, circled the vicinity, and then returned to Xu Chunyang's hand.
"Perhaps, this is not a trap!"
"Perhaps, Sun Yongan really got that secret manual and cultivated it himself, and Madam didn't know what it was. Seeing those scriptures, she got scared, so she wanted to find a place to bury it."
"Even if it's a trap... there's no one around now, and I can deal with Old Zhao instantly and get that book!"
"Qin Yexuan won't be in time, will he?"
Stamping his foot, Xu Chunyang rushed into the alley. His figure flickered, moving with extreme speed.
The black-hearted hospital in Baiyang Alley had already been demolished, and behind it was a pile of construction debris. Amidst the debris, Old Man Zhao had already dug a deep pit. Holding a lighter, he first burned the children's clothes, then held up the book and shook it. Sudan Novel Network
"Should I keep this thing? Later, with recordings and this, won't that Sun family woman be at my mercy anytime?"
Old Man Zhao chuckled, but then his expression turned solemn as he thought of something, "If you undertake a task for someone, you must see it through. The recordings are enough to threaten that old woman."
He raised his lighter and was about to burn the book.
Whoosh!
A shadow flashed.
Xu Chunyang appeared. His black umbrella flickered. Old Man Zhao touched his neck, "Damn, Driver Xu, you scared me to death. Huh? What's wrong with my neck?"
With a sharp *ci* sound, a gush of blood spurted from Old Man Zhao's neck.
Under the powerful pressure of the human blood vessels, the spurting blood was as terrifying as a waterfall.
Old Man Zhao's face instantly turned pale. Only now did a long, thin wound appear on his neck. The black umbrella had precisely severed his carotid artery.
"Driver Xu, you, you kill, kill me, will, will be, be punished..."
Old Man Zhao mumbled, his knees weakening as he knelt down.
The light in his eyes instantly vanished.
From his pocket, a worn-out mobile phone fell out.
It turned out this old man had been recording all along, as a habit of self-protection. He hadn't turned it off since the Sun family started.
But Xu Chunyang didn't notice at all. His attention was entirely captivated by the yellowed book.
"The hand seals of the Daoist school are still incomplete. The supreme Buddhist mantra for subduing demons, after the confrontation between Daoism and Buddhism in the Eastern Han Dynasty, all that remains are fragmented versions. As a great Heavenly Master of Daoism, I have only seen the incantations for three hand seals. Could it be, could it be that today I am so fortunate to obtain this supreme cultivation method of both Buddhism and Daoism?"
Xu Chunyang tremblingly held up the book, steadied his nerves, and then slowly opened it.
Instantly, he felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.
All blank pages, the entire book was blank!
Xu Chunyang frantically flipped through it, his speed increasing, checking repeatedly, but it was still blank pages.
When he managed to flip to the last page, a line of text appeared.
Only four characters!
"You've been fooled!"