Chapter 64: Jade-Bodied Infant, Eating Year Hotel

A black car drove on a small road.

The streetlights on both sides shone down quietly, and the flowers and plants emitted a fresh fragrance.

There were public welfare slogans on the grass saying "Do not trample," and speakers disguised as stones; during the peak tourist season, melodious music would play from the stones.

This is Coloane Island, one of the three islands in the city, and also the place with the lowest population density among the three islands, with a permanent population of less than 30,000.

Because the environment is beautiful, it is regarded as a good place for leisure and vacation.

Although Wang Zifang is the manager of the Qingyun Security Company, being able to buy a villa here is not something that can be achieved just by salary.

Besides private work, he also had great luck this year and made a few profits from those casinos.

The flat-headed man and the others were very envious and urged him to continue gambling, but he was very restrained and quit while he was ahead.

Those big casinos usually don't need to cheat guests with gambling skills; just relying on probability and feng shui layouts, they can make a lot of money.

For example, the tiger-head and lion-head layout of the old Lisboa, which attracts and guards wealth, and the bat holding auspiciousness, killing all directions.

The Grand Lisboa is shaped like a lotus flower, with a Heavenly Umbrella inside, gathering wind and collecting water, netting guests, and not leaking wealth.

The Wynn Casino of the North American Gambling King is like a large concave copper mirror, hindering competitors, and when it was built, it corresponded to the Ding-Cai Prosperity pattern in the Lower Yuan Seven Luck.

In these big casinos, winning a few times and leaving immediately, others might just think your restraint is strong and your luck is good; if you win too much, it will definitely attract attention.

As for those smaller casinos, they are more prone to twists and turns.

Wang Zifang winning money is not really relying on his own ability, so naturally, he is not prepared to attract too much attention.

He parked the car in the garage, returned home, and turned on the lights in the living room himself.

He bought a villa, but didn't hire a maid; only when Wang Zifang was at home alone would he hire an hourly worker to clean up; otherwise, he wouldn't trust anyone to stay in his house at all.

*Whoosh!! *

Wang Zifang put the brass knuckles he carried with him on the coffee table, opened the refrigerator, drank half a can of beer, and then cheered himself up before walking towards the basement.

The basement of his house was built very strictly, with several large mountaineering bags in the corner, high-calorie food, which looked like a safe house prepared by a doomsday theorist for himself at first glance.

If outsiders came in to check roughly, they wouldn't see any clues.

But after he took out the key and opened the white-painted iron cabinet, the scene in the basement seemed a bit disjointed.

Inside the white-painted large iron cabinet, it was actually installed like an antique shrine.

The patterns carved on the shrine were not ordinary auspicious clouds, cranes, and treasure basins, but a group of ancients holding branches in their left hands and knives and guns in their right hands, all looking fanatical, shouting loudly, seeming to be going to a grand gathering.

The statue sitting in the shrine was even stranger, carved like black jade.

Its head was clearly an old man with a long beard, but the hands and feet exposed under the robe were the appearance of an infant.

Wang Zifang lit a stick of incense and kowtowed three times respectfully.

The strange statue with an old man's head and an infant's body shook slightly, and a sound like shouting through a wall came from it.

"Jade! Where is the jade?"

The statue questioned, "Where is my spleen?"

"Cult Leader, please listen!"

Wang Zifang said hurriedly, "The Cult Leader mentioned last time that the aura of the spleen jade was strange, and it didn't feel clear when sensing it, as if it was far away or in some hidden place; a while ago, it suddenly became strong once, and soon became chaotic again."

"Combining these messages, I roughly determined a target."

"This person is a mental patient, and the hospital where he was located had quite a good grade and was protected by very good geomancy; a while ago, his strength increased abnormally, he escaped from the hospital, injured people repeatedly, and hid on Hengqin Island."

"I immediately took people to the island to search under the name of taking on a business, but the government officials also intervened in this matter and killed that person."

*Clack, clack, clack!!! *

The shaking of the statue couldn't be seen with the naked eye, but the sound of the statue base rubbing and shaking against the shrine was clearly becoming more frequent.

The temperature in the entire basement rose significantly.

Sweat beads oozed from Wang Zifang's forehead.

"I strictly followed the Cult Leader's instruction to hide my light and bide my time; at that time, all reactions had to conform to the identity on the surface, and under the eyes of everyone, I didn't dare to stop them."

"And those two government officials had very unusual methods, and I didn't have a sure chance of winning."

The strange sound of the statue slowed down a bit.

"A madman?"

The statue said gloomily, "My spleen jade actually recovered on a madman; so be it, I didn't expect this either."

If it were back then, such incompetence in handling things would have been punished according to the sect rules.

But there was no other way.

When the Dragon Hua Sect rose up and failed, even he, the Cult Leader, was severely injured by a strong enemy, and the essence of the five internal organs was lost one after another, his physical body turned into jade quality, and his soul turned into an evil spirit, lingering on.

With the desperate protection of the remaining sect members, he was able to escape overseas and didn't last long on this island before falling into a deep sleep.

Remembering back then, there were only some indigenous poor people on this island, which were clearly easy to control.

According to the plan of the sect members at that time, within two generations, they could control several nearby islands, find the essence of the five internal organs, plot against the coast again, hold a grand sacrifice, and communicate with the upper gods.

But I don't know what went wrong later.

He, this Cult Leader, actually slept for hundreds of years, until he gradually woke up a few years ago, and found that the changes on the island were earth-shaking, and things were different.

This Wang Zifang is already the most capable one among his current sect members.

At least he helped him find the liver jade and heart jade.

As a practitioner who worships the Dragon Hua tree, Liu Tianxu, in the jade-bodied state, uniquely had a clear sense of his liver jade.

Wood generates fire, fire generates earth; the next step should be to find the spleen jade.

Now that the host of the spleen jade is dead, the essence of the spleen jade must also be dispersed, so things are troublesome.

The statue was silent for a moment and made a decision.

He wanted to risk consuming his consciousness, even if it meant consuming some memories that were not so important, and reverse-deduce from the heart jade and liver jade.

Fire is born from wood, and wood is born from water.

Wang Zifang knelt there, not knowing what the statue was doing.

But he could feel that the inexplicable dryness in the room was fading rapidly, and a kind of chill began to form.

That kind of damp cold makes people feel as if they are in a broken house leaking water everywhere in the middle of winter.

But looking at it, the basement was extremely dry.

"Hmm?!"

A voice full of anger came from the statue.

"Why is the sense of the kidney jade also so ethereal and weak?"

It was difficult for him to reverse-deduce the five internal organs in this state, and after paying the price, he couldn't get results and couldn't sense the direction.

Liu Tianxu was furious.

"My spleen jade chose a madman, then what kind of thing did my kidney jade choose!!"

The key is that if both forward and reverse deduction fail, he cannot sense the location of his lung jade.

Unless the lung jade holder doesn't open their eyes one day and stands in front of him.

In other words, three of his five internal organs could not be found.

"My jade, my jade, those are all mine..."

The statue made a deep tone, the voice was lower than before, but Wang Zifang felt even more afraid.

He was racking his brains, wanting to say something.

The entrance to the basement was suddenly lifted.

The light from the big lamp above was much brighter than the light in the basement, illuminating the stairs tilting down.

"Who is it?!"

Wang Zifang turned around suddenly, changing from a kneeling position to a half-squat, ready to go, full of shock and vigilance.

The entrance to his basement was very secret, and there was the Dragon Hua Cult Leader hiding here.

If a stranger approached his villa, they should have been detected by the Cult Leader on the spot.

Liu Tianxu's statue was also shocked because the other party bypassed his perception, and light spots appeared on his chest and liver parts under his robe.

The evil spirits produced by the five internal organs leaving the body were already different from his own consciousness.

Originally, he kept two treasure jade evil spirits to borrow the two evil spirits to sense other internal organs.

Now that there is no hope, and there are strong enemies approaching, he might as well completely crush these two evil spirits and refine them back to the origin.

Two figures walked down the stairs.

A man in a black suit with blue eyes and a slightly wide chin, looking like a mixed-race person.

A woman in a red suit and short skirt, with black hair reaching her neck, diamond earrings, and a beautiful face, but her lips were very bright.

Both of them had an extraordinary temperament, and Wang Zifang felt that he didn't have much chance of winning just by looking at them.

But after these two came down, they just stood on the left and right, not speaking.

*Tap! *

There was still one person walking down above.

Italian handmade leather shoes, white suit trousers, a sandalwood cane.

An old man with silver-white hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and even his stubble was white, smiling, actually looking a bit kind.

"Dragon Hua Cult Leader!"

He called out the identity of the statue, his voice steady and calm, "Hearing your conversation just now, it seems you are looking for some personal items?"

"Forgive me for being blunt, this move is quite unwise; separated by hundreds of years, how deep is the estrangement between those things and you? Even if you find them all, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover your cultivation before you died."

"Moreover, you don't seem to be able to find them back."

When Wang Zifang saw this old man, he was sweating profusely.

He didn't want to know how his basement, which had excellent soundproofing, was heard by the other party.

He now just wanted to escape, but he was afraid that if he made any move, the end would be miserable, so he could only pin his hopes on his Cult Leader.

"You... heh, heh, heh!"

Three slow and long light laughs came from the statue.

"Your eyes, I am a bit familiar with them; it seems you are not an enemy, then junior, are you here to be my military advisor?"

The silver-haired man didn't care: "Cult Leader, the time you have been awake may not be as long as the years I have lived."

"I have several choices, just after deliberation, I decided to choose Dragon Hua, but unfortunately, meeting is not as good as hearing; Cult Leader, do you need me to point you out? You have forgotten your roots."

The statue was surprised: "I forgot my roots?"

"Your rise depends on you getting the gaze of Dragon Hua, having a very good channel to communicate with the gods; this is the root. Now that you have recovered, you should continue to find ways to communicate with the Dragon Hua God; nothing else is important."

The silver-haired man narrated, his sandalwood cane tapping the stairs lightly.

"In this era, it is far more beautiful than the era before you died; it just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity."

"Now you have the channel, but you can't use it well, then why don't you... rely on me."

The statue shone brightly, and then became silent.

It wasn't the feeling of falling into silence, but as if it had become an ordinary black jade statue.

The basement also fell into dead silence.

Wang Zifang could only hear his own thin panting.

But a few seconds later, he couldn't even hear his own panting.

The air became heavier and heavier, and would no longer be absorbed into the nose and mouth.

The human body seemed to be stuffed into mud, and every pore was tasting the feeling of stagnation, unable to get rid of it.

The eyes lost their moisture, and illusions soon appeared.

In the basement, it had been filled with two kinds of auras, and the colorless boundary was fiercely squeezing each other.

The strong pushing force made the boundary of the aura closer and closer to the shrine.

This night is destined to be eventful.

Those who were hired left Hengqindao, and almost none of them went home.

Some went to bars to play, some went to watch late-night shows to relax.

There were also people who went to the hotel.

A girl with a few freckles on her face and hair cut short to the point of being bald walked into the Eating Year Hotel and took the elevator to the top floor.

On the floors below the restaurant, there were elevator ladies, welcoming guests and introducing floors.

But the top floor was a lazy man with hair covering half his face: "Little Qin is back, did this business succeed?"

"Pah!"

Little Qin complained, "Your information has been expired for a few years? That madman is much stronger than sister, and fortunately someone stirred up trouble, otherwise sister would have had to explain it there."

The man shook the cigarette ash, absent-minded: "Is that so."

Little Qin asked suspiciously: "What happened in the store?"

The man said: "Su Ha is back from Nanyang; seeing that we haven't found Old Man Nie for a few years, he proposed to bomb Nie's biggest casino."

Little Qin was stunned and cursed: "He eats rice and eats maggots; making such a big noise, does he want to die?"

"I heard that over there, rocket launchers are common; maybe his mentality hasn't converted yet; rest assured, I have already refused."

The man said, "I am still the boss after all; however, Su Ha's strength feels like it's almost the same as mine."

Little Qin said angrily: "Is Old Man Nie not in the country? I heard his biological daughter is in charge of affairs in North America?"

The man with the cigarette was very certain.

"He believes in feng shui and physiognomy so much; several groups of people have said since he was young that he would have great luck in Macau; the more he is in a low valley, the more impossible it is for him to go to other places."

"Two years ago, the brain tumor, the American Spiritual Cultivation Association invited him to Yellowstone Volcano for recuperation and treatment, but he refused to leave, preferring to stay here to welcome attacks in the business world and endless assassinations."

"He can pull through; he must believe even more that this is his treasure land; he is definitely still in Macau."

The man's long hair fluttered, revealing half a scarred face that had been skinned, without a left eye.

"We will find him!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 65 =====