Lao Huang was found, but he was already dead.
After returning to the police station, Chu Miaoyi immediately began investigating Lao Huang’s background and quickly obtained his personal information. However, when she went to his home, she discovered that Lao Huang had died more than ten days ago, and a mourning altar was still set up inside. Through inquiries, Chu Miaoyi learned that after Lao Huang returned home the other day, he developed a high fever overnight, his body swelled and turned purple, and he died within half an hour.
His family suspected he had contracted some infectious disease, so they didn’t dare to make a fuss and hastily cremated him.
Coincidentally, Chu Miaoyi received a call from Zhang Cheng, the cemetery manager. Having once experienced Shui Miao’s abilities, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to call. He said that a man from out of town had been asking around about who had disturbed the tomb. The stranger had even given Zhang Cheng 500 yuan, asking him to call immediately upon receiving any information.
The situation was urgent, so Chu Miaoyi quickly called Lin Xue to inform her.
Lin Xue summoned Shui Miao and relayed the news.
After hearing it, Shui Miao’s heart sank. “It’s just like they say—fear brings what you dread. I ruined his evil formation, and now he’s coming after me for revenge. Looks like Yao Kang’s hundred thousand yuan wasn’t that easy to earn after all.”
“So what? I can go undercover with you and just arrest him,” Lin Xue said nonchalantly, grinning. “He’s just some practitioner of black magic—I’d like to see how powerful he really is.”
“Lin Jie, please don’t take this lightly. My godfather, Wang Yong, could even hold his own against you in a fight just by practicing qigong. Black magic is insidious and treacherous—it’s hard to guard against. I suggest you stay cautious. Keep your eyes sharp and follow my lead,” Shui Miao said, then turned and got straight into the car.
“No problem, I’ll follow your lead.”
Seeing how cold and serious Shui Miao was, Lin Xue actually felt a surge of excitement.
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“Wang Yong, what are your plans for the future?”
Xiong Ying was dragging her bicycle, preparing to leave Wang Yong’s house.
Still viewing Xiong Ying as a great benefactor, Wang Yong smiled and replied, “Nothing much. Just taking life as it comes.”
“Hehe, okay then. We’ll meet again someday.”
Waving goodbye to Wang Yong, Xiong Ying hopped on her bike and sped off.
As she reached a corner of the alley, Xiong Ying was feeling delighted after gaining spiritual energy when suddenly, an unfamiliar middle-aged man stepped out from nowhere. Her bicycle crashed straight toward him, but he dodged quickly. Unfortunately for Xiong Ying, she crashed headfirst into a wall.
“Old bastard, are you in a rush to reincarnate?”
The middle-aged man, speaking in heavily accented Mandarin, cursed her harshly.
Though unharmed, Xiong Ying was furious at being insulted and her temper flared instantly. She threw her bike aside and pointed her finger at the middle-aged man, shouting, “Who are you calling names? Say it again if you dare!”
Old Huang was found, but he was already dead.
After returning to the police station, Chu Miaoyi immediately began investigating Old Huang’s information and quickly found his identity details. However, when she went to his home, she discovered that Old Huang had been dead for over ten days, and a mourning hall was still set up in his house. Chu Miaoyi learned from inquiries that Old Huang had returned home a few days earlier and developed a high fever that very night. His body became swollen and purple, and he died within half an hour.
His family thought Old Huang had contracted some contagious disease and, not daring to make it public, hurriedly cremated him.
Coincidentally, Chu Miaoyi received a call from Zhang Cheng, the supervisor of the cemetery. Having witnessed Shui Miao’s capabilities, Zhang Cheng felt compelled to call. He said a stranger had been asking about who had disturbed the grave. The stranger had even given Zhang Cheng five hundred yuan, instructing him to call as soon as he had any information.
With the situation urgent, Chu Miaoyi immediately called Lin Xue to brief her.
Lin Xue called Shui Miao over and relayed the information.
After hearing this, Shui Miao’s heart sank. “Just when you fear something, it happens. I ruined his evil scheme, and now he’s coming for me with everything he’s got. It seems Yao Kang’s several hundred thousand yuan isn’t so easy to earn after all.”
“What’s there to fear? I’ll go with you in plain clothes, and we’ll just arrest him,” Lin Xue said dismissively, then grinned. “He’s just some guy dabbling in dark arts. I want to see how capable he really is.”
“Sis Lin, you’d better not take this lightly. My godfather, Wang Yong, practices qigong and was able to fight you to a draw. Dark arts are insidious and hard to guard against. I advise you to be cautious. Keep your eyes low and follow my lead, acting as the situation demands.” With that, Shui Miao turned and got into the car.
“Alright, I’ll follow your lead.”
Seeing how cold and serious Shui Miao was, Lin Xue felt a surge of excitement instead.
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“Wang Yong, what are your plans for the future?”
Xiong Ying wheeled his bicycle, preparing to leave Wang Yong’s home.
Wang Yong still regarded Xiong Ying as a great benefactor and replied with a smile, “No particular plans, just taking life as it comes.”
“Heh, alright. Till we meet again.”
Xiong Ying waved at Wang Yong, mounted his bicycle, and sped away.
As he reached a bend in the alley, Xiong Ying, still elated from gaining spiritual power, was caught off guard when a middle-aged man suddenly stepped out. The bicycle crashed straight toward the man, who reacted swiftly, sidestepping to avoid it. Xiong Ying, however, slammed squarely into a wall.
“Old fool, in a rush to be reborn?”
The middle-aged man cursed at Xiong Ying harshly in somewhat broken Mandarin.
Though unhurt, Xiong Ying was angered by the insult. His temper flared instantly. He threw his bicycle aside and pointed at the man’s nose, shouting, “Who are you cursing? Dare you say it again!”
The middle-aged man glared, curled his lip, and instead grabbed Xiong Ying by the collar, snarling viciously, “You damn bastard, looking for death? I’m cursing you, you piece of shit! You got a problem with that?”
As he spoke, the man slapped Xiong Ying twice across the face.
“…”
Instantly, Xiong Ying was stunned.
He had lived all these years and never been slapped in the face. Today, he had been struck twice, hard. How could he swallow this insult?
Immediately, Xiong Ying channeled the spiritual power he had recently acquired and threw a full-force punch at the middle-aged man’s chest!
Just one punch.
But Xiong Ying had used all his strength.
The middle-aged man was sent flying, crashing into the wall, and immediately spat blood from his mouth!
He struggled several times but couldn’t get up.
Glaring viciously at Xiong Ying, he pulled out a dagger from his clothes.
Could this turn fatal?
Xiong Ying was horrified and quickly dragged his bicycle away, fleeing.
The middle-aged man finally managed to stand up, but by then, Xiong Ying was long gone.
“Damn it! Where did that old bastard get such strength?” The middle-aged man unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it, finding no visible injury on his chest, but his internal organs ached unbearably. He couldn’t breathe deeply, only taking slow, shallow breaths. “Goddammit, of all the luck. Sailed all my life, only to capsize in a drain.”
“Son of a bitch, this pisses me off!”
“Old fool, you’d better hope I never see you again, or I’ll make you beg for death.”
Cursing under his breath, the middle-aged man leaned against the wall and limped away… When he reached Wang Yong’s door, he knocked lightly.
“Who is it?”
The knock was so soft that Wang Yong wondered who could be knocking so gently.
“It’s me…”
“Ah!”
The middle-aged man meant to say “it’s me,” but a sharp pain shot through his chest, causing him to cry out involuntarily. He collapsed right there, sitting on the ground.
“Who are you?” Wang Yong opened the door and was startled. “Why are you dying at my doorstep? Get lost! Damn, bringing bad luck. If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”
Certain he didn’t know the man, Wang Yong immediately took out his phone and actually called the police.
In today’s society, even pedestrians could be scammers.
Wang Yong didn’t want any trouble.
Seeing Wang Yong call the police, the middle-aged man hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and threw it toward him. But due to the pain in his chest, the handkerchief fell short, landing on the ground. Under the sunlight, the white handkerchief began emitting eerie wisps of black smoke!
“Holy crap! A sorcerer!”
Wang Yong, still on the phone, stumbled backward in fear and rushed back inside to grab a kitchen knife.
But by the time Wang Yong came out, the middle-aged man had vanished.
The handkerchief, however, remained on the ground.
“Ghosts, it must be ghosts!”
Wang Yong ran out into the alley to search but found no one.
When he returned to his doorstep, it suddenly occurred to him: what if the man had slipped into his yard?
An evil practitioner had entered his yard!
The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly backed away and called the police again.
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Swan Lake Cemetery, West City
Shui Miao and Lin Xue gathered some information from Zhang Cheng, who gave them the stranger’s contact details.
Shui Miao took out his phone and dialed the number.
“The great river flows eastward…”
An unfamiliar ringtone echoed—coming from the second floor of Wang Yong’s house.
Wang Yong was still on the phone with the police when he heard the strange ringtone from upstairs. He immediately shouted, “Officer, come quick! That sorcerer is trapped in my house! Hurry!”
“Goddammit, of all the rotten luck!”
Hearing Wang Yong’s shouts, the middle-aged man’s face turned green with rage. He abruptly pressed the answer button…
As soon as the call connected, Shui Miao spoke in a serious tone, “Hello, your fast food is here. Please come down to get it.”
“…”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man felt another sharp pain in his chest. “Ah! Aah…”
With that, he slapped her twice across the face.
…
Xiong Ying was momentarily stunned.
In all her years of life, she had never been slapped before—until today, when she was struck twice. How could she possibly swallow this humiliation?
Without hesitation, she channeled the spiritual energy she had recently acquired and punched the middle-aged man in the chest with all her might!
Just one punch.
But it was her full strength.
The man flew backward and slammed into the wall, immediately spitting out blood!
He struggled several times but couldn’t get up.
Glaring fiercely at Xiong Ying, he reached into his coat and pulled out a dagger!
…
Would this end in murder?
Xiong Ying was shocked and immediately dragged her bicycle and fled.
The middle-aged man struggled to his feet slowly, but by then, Xiong Ying had long disappeared.
“Damn it, where did this old bastard get such strength?” the man muttered, unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted it to check his chest skin, which seemed fine, but his internal organs ached unbearably. He gasped painfully, breathing slowly. “Damn, what bad luck! Sailed all my life, and now I hit a snag in shallow water.”
“F***ing hell, I’m so mad!”
“Old man, better hope I never see you again, or I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
Muttering curses, the man leaned against the wall, limping forward… until he reached Wang Yong’s doorstep, where he knocked lightly.
“Who is it?”
The knock was soft, puzzling Wang Yong—who knocks this lightly?
“It’s me…”
“Ahh!”
The man had barely begun speaking when a sudden sharp pain struck his chest, causing him to cry out in agony and collapse to the ground.
“Who are you?” Wang Yong opened the door and was startled to see the man lying there. “Why are you dying at my doorstep? Get lost! Damn it, bad luck! If you don’t leave, I’m calling the cops!”
Wang Yong was certain he didn’t know this man and immediately took out his phone to call the police.
In today’s society, even walking can lead to scams.
Wang Yong had no intention of getting involved in trouble.
Seeing Wang Yong dialing the police, the middle-aged man hurriedly took out a white handkerchief and threw it toward him. However, due to the pain in his chest, the handkerchief didn’t reach Wang Yong and fell to the ground. When sunlight hit it, strange black smoke began rising from the white cloth!
“Oh my God! A demon!”
Wang Yong had barely started dialing when he was so frightened he stepped back repeatedly, then ran back inside to grab a kitchen knife.
But when he came out again, the middle-aged man was gone.
Only the handkerchief remained on the ground.
“Damn it, this is really weird!”
Wang Yong ran out of the alley searching desperately but found no one.
When he returned to his doorstep, a sudden thought struck him—could this person have sneaked into his yard?
A demon had actually entered his courtyard!
At the thought, he shivered involuntarily and stepped back, immediately calling the police again.
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At the Swan Lake Cemetery in western town,
Shui Miao and Lin Xue met with Zhang Cheng to gather details, and Zhang handed Shui Miao the contact number the stranger had left.
Shui Miao took out his phone and dialed the number.
“Rolling eastward flows the great river…”
A strange ringtone suddenly echoed from upstairs in Wang Yong’s house.
Wang Yong was on the phone with the police when he heard the unfamiliar ringtone upstairs and immediately shouted, “Officers, hurry! I’ve cornered that demon inside the house!”
“Motherf***er, what rotten luck!”
Hearing Wang Yong’s shout, the middle-aged man turned green with rage. He simply pressed the answer button…
As soon as the call connected, Shui Miao calmly said, “Hello, your takeout is here. Please come downstairs to pick it up.”
“…”
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man felt another sharp pain in his chest. “Ahh! Aaaah…”
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