Chapter 129

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Li Guangzong had been dizzy for the past few days, and in the intermittent moments, he couldn't tell when it was bright or dark outside the window.

The sound of the wind couldn't necessarily reach his ears; only the sound of his own breathing remained so clear.

He was locked in a classroom in the experimental building.

Every class at the martial arts school only had experimental lessons once or twice a week, and some classrooms were never used, the tables and chairs inside covered in dust.

Li Guangzong, with his acupoints sealed, lay on a platform made of eight tables pushed together, not having touched a drop of water or a grain of rice, hungry and tired.

But what he feared most was not hunger or cold, but a faint, lingering warmth in his bones.

Click!

The classroom door was opened again, and Yuan Chongxiao walked in; the large brown teacup filled with strong tea was casually placed by him on a corner of the platform.

The sensitive skin on Li Guangzong's face seemed to be able to detect the heat coming from the teacup, the fine hairs on his body turning slightly white, his two eyes staring blankly.

"Why are you always so afraid of me? Did the principal say something bad when he caught you? He must have said I had some other profession in the past, right?"

Yuan Chongxiao said slowly, "Actually, I was just a monk in the past."

"At that time, I wasn't good at interrogation; instead, I was good at making people feel harmonious, peaceful, and comfortable."

He placed his hands on Li Guangzong, one pressing on his lower abdomen and one on his heart.

"You went astray in your cultivation, and there are too many impurities in your body, which is why the cold poison entered your bones."

"Others don't know the inside story; even if they crippled your martial arts, they couldn't drive out your cold poison, but fortunately, I know the Snow Grain Skill like the back of my hand."

"While I help you slowly dissolve your internal energy these past few days, I am also removing the cold poison; you should be able to clearly feel your body improving."

With his palms pressing on him, the complexion on Li Guangzong's cheeks gradually showed a hint of ruddiness, but his lips were trembling.

Originally, this person was eager to sell goods to the ghost market and buy medicine because he also realized the cold poison was too deep and wanted to take medicine quickly to curb it.

But after being caught, the cold poison became a reliance for Li Guangzong.

Any interrogation method that went deep to a certain level would touch the layer where the cold poison was entrenched.

That kind of numbness would make him sneer fearlessly.

Yet Yuan Chongxiao could actually efficiently dissolve such drug impurities and murky cold poison that had accumulated for decades and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Although Li Guangzong couldn't tell if he had been lying here for three or four days, he felt that within today, the cold poison would be dissolved along with his internal energy.

And after it's dissolved?

A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, but is a live pig afraid?

In front of these people, he didn't even have the chance to commit suicide.

If he had known, he should have just confessed at the time.

Feeling his strength dropping section by section, collapsing layer by layer, yet unable to make any move to retain it—that was truly too painful.

If he had known, he should have stopped a few years ago; at that time, the cold poison wasn't so heavy, and he had more spare money; if he had invested in a proper business, his life would have been guaranteed.

Yuan Chongxiao saw the regret in his expression and spoke again faintly.

"Oh, because I was a monk, I am also good at making people feel remorse."

"It's a pity, I was just a monk, not a master; therefore, the people who passed through my hands all had remorse but no enlightenment."

A bunch of goods who only regret failing, but never knew what true repentance was.

Neither teaching nor pain could change them; only death could make them harmless.

It was snowing outside the window again, and the sound of the wind grew louder, drowning out the faint sounds in the classroom.

The hands on Yuan Chongxiao's watch gradually turned to twelve o'clock.

He picked up the teacup and walked out of the classroom.

Yuan Zhonglu stood in the corridor in a static stance, hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, facing the wind and snow outside.

Feng Jianhua sat on a public seat in the corridor, arms resting on the armrests, his head leaning back against the wall, making a faint snoring sound.

"Asleep again?"

Yuan Chongxiao took a look and said to his daughter, "The one inside confessed a website, as well as his own account and password."

The father and daughter walked along the corridor, found the computer room, and called the computer teacher who was playing games inside to help.

Feng Jianhua heard the sound of their conversation, gradually woke up, yawned, and walked over to check.

"How is it?"

The computer teacher was a delicate woman; she pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and replied: "They are very cautious; all previous transaction records have been deleted."

"Fortunately, the vice principal also asked about the tone of their previous communication; I imitated it, so there shouldn't be any flaws."

After a while, several messages popped up on the other side.

The computer teacher replied to two of them.

"It's done; they set the location, agreeing on the technology park in the eastern suburbs of Guangling, and we can suggest the time."

Feng Jianhua said: "Then let's make it four o'clock in the afternoon."

Yuan Zhonglu suddenly said: "That technology park is quite large; isn't there a more detailed location?"

The vice principal said: "They usually communicate like this; there is only a rough location. After people and goods arrive there, the other party will take the initiative to contact them before long."

Yuan Zhonglu frowned: "In that case, they will definitely observe in secret; we must at least find someone to dress up as Li Guangzong."

Feng Jianhua said leisurely: "Those who do ghost market business are like this; sometimes fierce and tough, making people feel daring and unbelievable, but sometimes very cautious."

Yuan Chongxiao unscrewed the teacup lid and took a sip.

"Disguise is all; it's not a difficult task."

This vice principal of his wasn't just someone who only knew martial arts.

Feng Jianhua made the final decision: "Good, we will set off in a moment, in two groups, one in the open and one in the dark."

"We must capture those who come to connect and receive goods, as well as those who might be hiding in the dark to observe, all properly."

The martial arts school dispatched ten people this time, with the principal and vice principal each leading a group.

After the vice principal disguised himself and changed his clothes, he led people to drive, pretending to be delivering goods.

Feng Jianhua and his group pretended to be tourists.

Only when they arrived at the eastern suburb technology park did they find that the situation was a bit different from what they had expected.

Feng Jianhua disguised himself as a middle-aged man and said in a low voice: "Why are there so many people?"

This technology park is usually open for visits, but tickets are required.

It is said that many technology company branches are in the buildings inside, showcasing several products they want to promote in the halls.

The large screens are constantly playing demonstration images of these products, and commentators are introducing the prospects.

But not many people are interested in such things.

Especially under the cold disaster, there should be even fewer tourists.

Who knew that when they arrived here, they found banners hanging everywhere, and many young people were in groups, high-spirited.

Yuan Zhonglu looked at the large characters on the banners and lowered her head to take out her phone to check.

"Is there a robot competition final being held here recently?"

"It is said that this competition started the year before last, selecting among student works across the southeast."

"Since it has reached the finals, even in this kind of ghost weather recently, many people insist on rushing over to visit."

Feng Jianhua shook his head: "Traffic pressure is so high now; flights, trains, and highways are basically difficult to travel, yet these people can still rush over; they either live close by or are just idle enough."

Yuan Zhonglu smiled: "Technology revitalizes the country; it's a good thing that everyone cares about technology."

Feng Jianhua thought for a moment, then looked at the young people's high spirits and intense discussions, and couldn't help but smile: "That's true."

Just like back then, when everyone heard which artillery battalion shot particularly accurately, or which company taught sword techniques particularly well.

They couldn't help but want to watch and learn, and even wanted to go up and spar.

But the people from the ghost market deliberately chose to be in this kind of place, which increased the difficulty of Feng Jianhua and the others' operation.

"Hmph, the dog thieves are cunning, wanting to use these great young people."

"But as long as you mix in, how can you hide from the eyes of an old hand like me?"

Feng Jianhua cursed secretly, gathered his spirits, appearing to be a tourist strolling, but in reality, he was observing everything.

Calmly, he understood the behavior of the people nearby.

As they walked, they didn't just see the heated discussions of young men and women, but also saw their works.

They were called robots, but there were few that were truly humanoid.

Some looked like headless, clawless iron dogs, and some looked like remote-controlled helicopters.

Others actually looked like toy jeeps.

Even more extreme, it was completely a chubby plastic pipe, wriggling on the ground, moving forward slowly.

Feng Jianhua was not only an old hand but also relatively willing to understand emerging things.

Yuan Zhonglu herself was also a young person.

But they were, after all, just a martial arts school; their impression of things like robots mainly stayed in various film and television dramas.

The technology in science fiction films is naturally much higher than in reality, and they didn't know much about what robots in reality had developed into.

Seeing these strange-looking so-called robots this time, and they were just student works—

They also felt it was quite wondrous in their hearts.

Feng Jianhua suddenly felt something and turned his head to look.

But he saw it was just a photographer taking a group photo for several students; perhaps it was a camera angle problem, and he was accidentally photographed.

He gathered his hearing and heard that they were also annoyed, saying it was shot crookedly and needed to be reshot.

Observing carefully, the photographer was completely normal.

Feng Jianhua frowned slightly, looked around, and still didn't find any suspicious people.

And at this time, in a room in another corner of the technology park.

Several people were operating computers rapidly.

"The scanning results of the robot spider are out; with the delivery person as the center point, there are indeed several people nearby who are suspicious."

Someone reported to a tough-looking man with broken hair wearing a black sweater.

"No items like firearms were scanned, but their facial features are a bit abnormal."

The man with broken hair touched the blue stubble on his chin and looked at the screen.

On the screen appeared 3D models of several human heads, which were reconstructing their faces according to the normal state of bone structure.

The man with broken hair felt a move in his heart: "Add white hair and beards to that fake Li Guangzong and these men's faces."

Several subordinates acted quickly.

"Feng Jianhua?!"

The man with broken hair recognized this famous Golden Blade principal, his expression solemn, "It's actually this old ghost who came out in person..."

(End of chapter)