Chapter 1596: The Old Ghost Who Could Cry But Had No Tears

Looking at the fierce-faced Xu Jie, the old man was completely bewildered—what seasoning?

「This honored one, I................ 」

「I'm looking for the seasoning—where did you put it? 」

「I didn't steal the seasoning—we just stole the treasuries of two sects. 」

「You're asking for death. 」

Seeing the old man stay silent, Xu Jie immediately readied himself to strike; seeing this, the old man hurriedly begged for mercy, and quickly recalled that the old ghost had earlier claimed to have stolen a warehouse—one whole warehouse of seasoning.

「Sir, are you referring to the seasoning from that warehouse? 」

「Go on. 」

Upon hearing this, Xu Jie immediately halted his action and gestured for the old man to continue.

Seeing this, the old man dared not conceal anything and immediately related what he knew truthfully.

Indeed, the current Xu Jie gives off an overly terrifying feeling, his eyes glaring as if he wanted to devour someone.

「I........ I don't know where those seasonings went; it was the old ghost and his crew who did it. 」

「Old Ghost? You're disciples of the Sect of Thieves? 」

「Yes. »

「How many people came in total? 」

Having confirmed their identity from the old man's words, he asked how many members of the Sect of Thieves had entered the Haotu World this time.

But what Xu Jie cared about most was still where those seasonings had gone.

If they could recover those seasonings sooner, they'd be able to eat sooner; otherwise, waiting for the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion to prepare, who knows how long it'd take—maybe till the year of the monkey and horse month.

「Speak, where is the old ghost? 」

「I don't know. 」

The old man truly doesn't know where the old ghost is; as soon as they entered the Haotu World, they split up to act separately.

Each led his own team, which is the usual modus operandi for disciples of the Sect of Thieves.

After all, having too many people gathered together is actually detrimental to action; fewer people can achieve the effect of covering one's tracks.

Upon hearing that the old man also didn't know where this damn old ghost was, Xu Jie's eyes turned cold, and the hand he had just lowered lifted again.

Seeing Xu Jie about to strike again, the old man hastily spoke.

「Please wait a moment, sir........ I........ I can contact the old ghost, I can. 」

「Then what are you waiting for? 」

Hearing this, Xu Jie gritted his teeth and said.

For the old man and his fellow Sect of Thieves disciples, betraying their own sect carries absolutely no psychological burden.

After all, the Sect of Thieves is inherently strange, fundamentally lacking any sense of brotherly loyalty.

Moreover, joining the sect requires hardly any scrutiny—its threshold is so low that almost anyone who wishes can be accepted.

Faced with Xu Jie's icy stare, the old man immediately produced a Chuānyīn fú to contact the old ghost.

He inquired about the old ghost's current location.

After waiting only half a Shíchén, even the other disciples had successively captured their people, yet the old ghost still hadn't replied.

Xu Jie's gaze toward the old man grew colder and colder, and the old man broke out in a cold sweat as he spoke.

「Sir, this really isn't my fault—perhaps he himself sensed something. 」

「Hmph. »

After a cold snort, Xu Jie had no choice but to temporarily bring those few back to the city for detention.

Immediately, from the old man's description, a portrait of the old ghost was drawn.

Looking at the portrait in his hand, Xu Jie asked coldly.

「Are you sure you're not deceiving me? This really is the old ghost's portrait? 」

「How would I dare to deceive you, sir? This truly is the old ghost's portrait, but sir, the old ghost is always cautious, and just now I sent him a message and he didn't reply—he's probably already on alert. »

「He's probably thinking right now about how to escape the Haotu World. »

In order to save his life, the old man's attitude was also very sincere—since he's already sold out, he might as well go all the way.

However, regarding this, Xu Jie coldly said.

「He can't get away. »

Saying that, Xu Jie couldn't be bothered to waste more words on the old man, handed him over to the others, and left with the portrait himself.

At the fastest speed, they reproduced the old ghost's portrait and distributed it to every corner of the Haotu World.

In less than a day, through the power of the Dao Yi Shengdi, the old ghost's portrait appeared in all major cities and towns of the Haotu World.

Even to deliver these portraits, the Dao Yi Shengdi employed a Teleportation Array, not sparing any spirit stones.

At that moment, within a city of the Ancient Tribe's territory, five Sect of Thieves disciples, each with grim expressions, hid in a dark corner.

Leading them was a thin, small man—this person was precisely the old ghost that Xu Jie had been tracking.

At this moment, the person beside him furrowed his brows and said.

「No way, we can't get out of the city at all, and besides, Ghost Brother, your portrait is already plastered all over the city. »

「Yeah, the streets and alleys are covered with your portrait—going out now would be nothing short of walking into a trap. »

Hearing this, the old ghost also gritted his teeth.

Just as the old man had guessed, the old ghost had already sensed danger moments ago and was preparing to leave the Haotu World.

This place was definitely untenable, but before he could act, the city suddenly had his portrait posted everywhere.

The instant he saw his own portrait, the old ghost went numb and immediately led his people into hiding.

Right now, even leaving the city is difficult.

Just as Lao Gui and his companions were pondering an escape plan, suddenly, a shout rang out.

"Who are you? Come out."

An Ancient Tribe cultivator walked in from outside the alley, step by step approaching; seeing this, Lao Gui didn't hesitate at all and immediately let out a low shout.

"Run."

Immediately, the five rushed out of the alley; seeing this, that Ancient Tribe cultivator naturally hurried after them.

All the way chasing out of the alley, the other Ancient Tribe cultivators nearby also heard the news and rushed over.

Upon seeing Lao Gui leading from afar, these Ancient Tribe cultivators each shouted.

"Lao Gui, that's Lao Gui, capture him."

"Don't bother with the others, first take down Lao Gui then talk."

Huh???

Lao Gui, fleeing ahead, upon hearing these Ancient Tribe cultivators' words, furrowed his brows tightly.

Damn it, they're all disciples of the Thieving Sect; why not bother with the others and insist on capturing him?

They're doing the same thing, so why is everything now blamed on him?

Who did he provoke to get into this?

"Could it be that he previously stole from that Sect's treasure vault?"

Lao Gui never even considered those seasonings; he simply thought it was that Sect's treasure vault that brought him disaster.

Thinking this, Lao Gui immediately took out a Space Ring, which contained the treasures stolen from that Sect's treasure vault.

Although he felt reluctant, in order to escape, Lao Gui still ruthlessly threw the entire Space Ring away, creating an opportunity to flee.

Seeing this, the Ancient Tribe cultivators were indeed affected.

Several of them hurried to where the Space Ring fell, picked it up, and began to examine it.

If they could retrieve those seasonings, they might even manage to scrounge up a meal.

But after forcibly breaking the Space Ring's seal, the faces of several Ancient Tribe cultivators instantly darkened.

Only to see that the Space Ring was filled to the brim with various treasures, with no trace of seasonings.

Immediately, the leading Ancient Tribe cultivator shouted loudly.

"Capture him."

Huh??? Upon hearing that, Lao Gui was bewildered; I've given you the treasures, why keep chasing?