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 found his personal information. However, when she went to his home, she discovered he had died more than ten days ago, and a mourning altar was still set up in the house. Chu Miaoyi learned from the family that Lao Huang had returned home a few days earlier and then developed a high fever overnight. His body had swollen and turned purple, and he died within half an hour.
The family feared he had contracted some kind of 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. Zhang Cheng, having once experienced Shui Miao’s abilities, had no choice but to call her. He said an outsider had been asking around about who had disturbed the tomb. The outsider 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 told him what had happened.
Upon hearing this, Shui Miao’s heart sank. “This is exactly what I feared. I ruined his evil formation, and now he’s come seeking revenge against me. It seems that Yao Kang’s payment of several hundred thousand yuan wasn’t so easy to earn after all.”
“So what? I’ll wear plain clothes and go with you, and we can just arrest him,” Lin Xue said nonchalantly, grinning again. “He’s just a practitioner of dark arts—I’d like to see how powerful he really is.”
“Lin Jie, you’d better not take this lightly. My godfather, Wang Yong, could even match you in a fight just by practicing qigong. Dark arts are insidious techniques—you can never be too careful. I advise you not to be careless. You’d better keep a low profile and follow me closely to act according to circumstances,” Shui Miao said, immediately getting into the car.
“No problem, I’ll follow your lead.”
Seeing how serious Shui Miao was, Lin Xue 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.
Wang Yong still regarded Xiong Ying as a great benefactor and smiled in response, “Nothing planned. Just taking life day by day.”
“Hehe, okay then. We’ll meet again later.”
Xiong Ying waved goodbye to Wang Yong, hopped on her bicycle, and sped away.
As she reached the corner of an alley, Xiong Ying was feeling elated after obtaining spiritual power when suddenly an older man stepped out from nowhere. Her bicycle crashed straight toward him, but the man reacted quickly, dodging aside. Xiong Ying, however, slammed hard into a wall.
“Old bastard, are you rushing to reincarnate or something?”
The middle-aged man, speaking in heavily accented Mandarin, cursed Xiong Ying harshly.
Though Xiong Ying wasn’t injured, he was upset at being insulted and his temper flared immediately. He threw down the bicycle and pointed at the middle-aged man, shouting, “Who are you calling names? Say it again if you dare!”
The middle-aged man glared, sneered, and then grabbed Xiong Ying’s collar, cursing viciously, “You damn bastard, are you looking for a beating? I cursed you, what are you going to do about it, huh?”
With that, the man slapped Xiong Ying twice across the face.
…
Xiong Ying was stunned.
In all his years, he had never been struck like this before. How could he swallow such an insult?
Without hesitation, Xiong Ying channeled the spiritual power he had recently acquired and threw a full-force punch straight at the man’s chest!
Just one punch.
But he had put all his strength into it.
The middle-aged man was sent flying and slammed into a wall, immediately spitting out blood!
He tried to stand several times but couldn’t.
Glaring furiously at Xiong Ying, he reached into his clothes and pulled out a dagger!
Was someone going to die?
Xiong Ying was shocked and quickly dragged his bicycle and fled.
The middle-aged man finally managed to stand up, but by then Xiong Ying had long disappeared.
“Damn it, where did this old bastard get such strength?” The man unbuttoned his shirt, lifted it up, and saw that his skin showed no damage, but his internal organs were aching unbearably. He gasped for breath painfully, saying slowly, “Damn, what bad luck. I’ve sailed all my life, but this time I capsized in a ditch.”
“Damn it, I’m so angry!”
“Old man, better hope we never meet again, or I’ll make sure you wish you were dead.”
Muttering curses, the middle-aged man leaned against the wall and limped forward… arriving at Wang Yong’s doorstep, he knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
The knocking was very light, and Wang Yong was puzzled—who would knock so softly?
“Me…”
The middle-aged man had intended to say something, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through his chest. He couldn’t help letting out a scream of pain and collapsed to the ground.
“Who are you?” Wang Yong opened the door and was immediately startled. “Why are you dying at my doorstep? Get lost! Damn it, you’re bringing me bad luck! If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”
Wang Yong was sure he didn’t know this man and immediately took out his phone, genuinely calling the police.
In today’s society, even walking could get you scammed.
Wang Yong didn’t want any trouble.
Seeing Wang Yong calling the police, the middle-aged man quickly took out a 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, the white handkerchief immediately emitted strange black smoke!
“Oh no! A demon!”
Wang Yong had barely started his call when he was so frightened he stepped back repeatedly, then ran back inside to grab a cleaver.
But when Wang Yong came back out, the middle-aged man was gone.
But the handkerchief was still on the ground.
“This is insane! This is really insane!”
Wang Yong ran out of the alley to search, looking everywhere but finding no one.
When he returned to his doorstep, he suddenly thought—could this person have run into his courtyard?
A dark practitioner had actually run into his yard!
At the thought, he shivered involuntarily, quickly stepped back a few paces, and called the police again.
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At the Swan Lake Cemetery in the western part of the city,
Shui Miao and Lin Xue met with Zhang Cheng to learn more about the situation. Zhang Cheng gave Shui Miao the contact information for the suspicious person.
Shui Miao took out his phone and dialed the number.
“Rolling eastward flows the great river…”
A strange ringtone suddenly sounded—it came from upstairs in Wang Yong’s house.
Wang Yong was on the phone with the police when he heard the unfamiliar ringtone and immediately shouted, “Officers, hurry! I’ve cornered that evil person inside the house! Hurry up!”
“Damn it, what rotten luck!”
Hearing Wang Yong’s yell, the middle-aged man’s face turned green with rage. He simply pressed the answer button…
As soon as the call connected, Shui Miao said in a calm and deliberate tone, “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! Aaah…”
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