"It really is that kid..."
Li Yan, though he didn’t recognize Shen Jingcan, found him familiar. After all, having road the pugilistic world for years, his Eye Power was extraordinary.
Moreover, this kid had flappy ears and triangular eyes, quite noticeable.
There’s a saying, "n fear flappy ears, won fear exposed nostrils."
The face-reading book ntions people with such facial features are gossipy, jealous, prone to stir trouble, hence also called "Ears catching the wind, the bane of ancestors."
If it were just that, it would be fine, but he also had triangular eyes.
Such people, they’re mostly sinister and suspicious, with deep sches.
Having both traits, they’re mostly up to no good.
But this kid is from the Shen Family, and they’re in the middle of funeral affairs; why sneak here?
Just then, Li Yan’s heart tightened, and he imdiately hid behind a large tree, concealing his breath.
At the sa ti, the Daoist also looked up, saw nothing unusual, and continued with a twist of his head, "When we arrive, don’t talk too much. Just do as I say."
Shen Jingcan bowed and cautiously asked, "Master, how co you’ve never ntioned this person before?"
The old man glanced at him, "Roaming the pugilistic world, one makes so friends. Rest assured, I am old and without descendants, I need soone to heed my end of days."
"Master, your disciple did not an that..."
Shen Jingcan hastily smiled apologetically, feeling relieved.
He had already coaxed his father into handing over the map, morized the location, and then snuck out, only to find that this old ghost wanted to change the plan, looking for help, which inevitably made him suspicious.
Upon hearing what the old ghost said, he was much reassured.
Over the years, the old ghost had indeed been living alone in the dilapidated temple, destitute and solitary, relying on him to send so rice and grain for support.
Three years together, it wouldn’t co to harm him...
As they talked, the two of them walked further and further away.
After they left, Li Yan erged from behind the tree, eyes slightly squinted, "Such strong Spiritual Sense."
"What kind of spell is that?"
Lv San ca up, curious.
Just now, he too had felt a gaze, like a kind of intention sweeping over with the line of sight.
Fortunately, they hid quickly, otherwise, they would have been discovered.
"It’s not a spell."
Li Yan frowned, "It’s more like a special Divine Skill, rging Eye Divine Power with Spiritual Sense, rather rare indeed."
"Anyway, be careful, there’s definitely sothing strange about Baihe Bay!"
...
Elsewhere, Shen Jingcan and the old man were also nearing the village.
This was a small riverside village, built along the hillsides, with ancient and mottled houses surrounded by large rice terraces.
Compared to the Shen Family courtyard, it was evidently poorer, many of the peasants’ houses had peeling walls, seemingly neglected for years.
Shen Jingcan glanced around curiously.
He had heard of this village, rather dilapidated, with villagers who had no kiln, generation after generation as peddlers, going through streets and alleys, travelling around Ezhou.
They didn’t earn much money, and their status was humble.
Especially in the village, not a single Scholar had ever erged.
Before even approaching the village, an old farr working in the fields stood up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and smiled, "Daoist, where do you co from?"
"Infinite blessings."
The Daoist gave a Daoist salute and calmly said, "I’m here to visit a friend, is Brother Bai Feng around?"
"Blacksmith Bai?"
The old farr smiled, "I saw him today, over by the east entrance of the village, you should find him at his house."
"Thank you, kind layman."
The Daoist saluted again and left with Shen Jingcan.
No sooner had they left than the field-working old farr’s face turned cold. From beside him, hidden among the farm tools and debris in a cage, he took out a ssenger pigeon.
He hastily wrote a few words and stuffed them into a bamboo tube before releasing the bird.
Flapping loudly!
The ssenger pigeon took wing, flying ahead into the village, landing at a large old manor in the center, caught by a pair of hands that took the note from inside.
This old manor was the main Bai Family house in the village.
Compared to the Shen Family manor, it was obviously much older and lacked decorative carvings, quite plain.
The one who caught the pigeon was a middle-aged Han with a beard.
Seeing the handwriting on the note, he imdiately got up and said in a low voice to a servant beside him, "Elder Wu has brought so folk, I’ll go assist them. Let the Hall Master know."
After speaking, he hurriedly left the house, on the way tearing off his outer garnt, revealing a dark chest, looking unkempt.
Soon, he arrived at an old house on the east side of the village, pushed the door open, and guarded inside, pretending to sharpen a knife.
In but half an incense stick’s ti, the Daoist arrived with Shen Jingcan, bowing with a smile, "Brother Bai, long ti no see."
"Wu Temple priest!"
The bearded Han pretended to be surprised and stood up to greet him.
"How’s the dicine I gave last ti?"
"Thanks to the Daoist’s blessings, the asthma has improved a lot..."
As the two exchanged pleasantries, Shen Jingcan relaxed.
On the other side in the Bai Family manor, the servant took the note and quickly went to the main hall.
Both groups of Tomb Robbers had arrived, sitting on opposite sides, glaring at each other, the atmosphere tense.
Their leaders had communicated the night before, intentionally creating a false conflict to dupe the employer, planning to cooperate at the crucial mont for a double-cross.
Sitting in the main seat was a cerulean-robed elder, with a weathered face and salt-and-pepper hair, sitting upright, exuding an imposing manner.
It was the Bai Family clan elder, Bai Wenghai.
Taking the note from the servant, Bai Wenghai glanced at it, tucked it into his chest, then stood and bowed, "Gentlen, please don’t be angry. It’s all my fault for not explaining things properly beforehand."
Sighing, he continued, "Had this matter not been so difficult, I would not have troubled you both."
"To be honest, this venture is sowhat dangerous, my family has suffered many casualties, and we can only enter if we truly cooperate."
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