Chapter 415: Someone has come to seek revenge

The Empty Silence Abbott even personally gave us guidance.

The final showdown actually lies on the Little Guy and the Copper Coin Person inside my belly.

"They calculated very well," Liu Junyan said mockingly, "but I increasingly believe that in the dark everything has its own destiny; the appearance of that Yin Dang Hang pawn ticket let me see another possibility."

Li Qingying was completely puzzled: "What possibility?"

Just now, Liu Junyan and I went back and forth; even without speaking clearly, we could tacitly understand each other.

After all, given what we've been through, with major events at hand, we both are deeply caught in the vortex's center.

The rear affairs were handed over to Li Qingying.

Many things she couldn't be present for; most of the time she waited for us to return and listen to our descriptions.

Her feelings are certainly different from ours.

I then gave her a detailed analysis: "First, we've deduced that Yin Dang Hang is a legitimate pawn shop, and the Cinnabar Spirit Bone is a transaction between Yin Dang Hang and Feng Wu Jiu, that is, the Fire Witch God; so as long as you trust the Fire Witch God enough, you can trust this transaction, right?"

Li Qingying nodded directly: "The Fire Witch God is Xiao Jiu's original form; I naturally trust Xiao Jiu."

I smiled and continued: "Then, under our successive attacks, the other side first gave up the Cinnabar Spirit Bone line, switching directly to absorbing Dragon Qi via the Three Buddha Forms; you say why?"

Li Qingying speculated: "Because our abilities keep getting stronger, burying the anchor point of the Cinnabar Spirit Bone cannot achieve the effect of gathering enough Dragon Qi, so we can only settle for second best."

"That's one reason," I said, "and there's a greater possibility: they are gradually losing control of the Cinnabar Spirit Bone."

Li Qingying frowned, thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "I know! These Cinnabar Spirit Bones originally belonged to Yin Dang Hang; they dare not clash with Yin Dang Hang, so they had to grit their teeth and give them up!"

I added: "We can even boldly guess that the owner of the Cinnabar Spirit Bone might be someone they ruthlessly killed—this is someone coming to seek revenge!"

Li Qingying immediately clenched her fists and rubbed her palms: "So that's it! The verification at Ox Tiger Mountain must indeed be done quickly; once verified, we'll have another strong backer!"

To rely on Yin Dang Hang is to rely on the Chenghuang Temple; this backer is indeed strong.

I laughed as I leaned my head onto Li Qingying's shoulder.

Although Li Qingying has experienced many things, she is straightforward; her mind isn't full of twists and turns, so she lives rather happily.

Otherwise, during those difficult times when friends and family betrayed her, she really wouldn't have made it through.

At this moment she is very happy.

Because she automatically disregarded Liu Junyan's earlier evaluation of the City God: impartial and strict in governance.

How could such a person lightly become our backer?

Moreover, when the mountain falls, the people flee; no matter when, oneself is one's own greatest backer.

Everything else is just assistance; we ourselves are the main force.

But I didn't break these down and tell Li Qingying; I hope she stays this happy and joyful!

As the sky darkened, we planned to make detailed deployments tonight and set out for Ox Tiger Mountain tomorrow.

At night, after everything was settled, I leaned against the bedhead, playing with that bone whistle in my hand, feeling somewhat uneasy.

After Liu Junyan freshened up, she stood by the bedside wiping her hair and asked: "Xiao Jiu, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking that this bone whistle also contains a segment of Cinnabar Spirit Bone," I said. "Jin Wuya found the Cinnabar Spirit Bone inside the bone whistle in front, Zhao Zixun behind, but Yin Dang Hang only wanted the Cinnabar Spirit Bone Glutton, not this bit inside the whistle; Āyàn, what do you think the reason is?"

Liu Junyan thought and said: "There could be many reasons—for example, the Cinnabar Spirit Bone inside the bone whistle and the Glutton are not a whole; or perhaps it's too small to have been used as an anchor point to control the formation……"

After thorough analysis, I still lean toward it being because it's too small.

"Even though it's this small, it has already been taken up by the False Ascetic Monk as a life‑bound magical artifact, and its power is enormous." I worried: "I'm wondering how many more such small components there are, where they are, and how they'll be used."

This problem seems nonsensical, yet it's also very important.

If we haven't prepared ourselves mentally in advance, and one day we suddenly have to face this problem, we'll panic.

Liu Junyan dried her hair, got into bed, put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me: "When soldiers come, we meet them with generals; when water comes, we block it with earth—don't we still hold that Golden Copper Coin in our hand?"

At the critical moment we can only use the Golden Copper Coin to destroy the Eighth Soul, resulting in mutual destruction—fish dead, net broken.

The next morning we set out for Ox Tiger Mountain.

Before that, Hui Moqiong had already led people there to clear the area.

What we didn't expect was that, in just a little over half a year, this place has become so desolate.

The small town at the foot of Ox Tiger Mountain, though backward, relies on the mountains and water; backed by that prison, whether renting houses, dining, or doing funeral businesses, they can maintain their livelihood quite well.

But ever since that temple on Ox Tiger Mountain was raided and Liu Junyan set up seals around it, the number of death‑row inmates in the prison plummeted, the great lama no longer came, and the former wonders of Ox Tiger Mountain disappeared…… no visitors, no business.

The townspeople went out to work, those who moved away moved away, and those who remained steadfast are now few.

Seeing this scene, we couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

Did we make a mistake back then?

Was it us who caused the townspeople to lose their livelihood?

No, it wasn't.

On the contrary, we saved them.

If we let the False Ascetic Monk stay stationed here, sooner or later the prison's affairs will explode, and the Chaos Evil Formation will also kill people.

Even when the False Ascetic Monk achieves its goal and withdraws from Ox Tiger Mountain, to cover its tracks it will also employ means to destroy corpses and erase traces.

They have temporarily reaped the benefits, but also early on placed their own heads in their hands, awaiting the final reckoning at any moment.

Liu Junyan lifted the seals around the temple and also removed the reinforcements on the Dragon Lock Formation; suddenly a roar like oxen and tigers erupted from underground.

One after another.

Each louder than the last!

As if to vent all the repression and dissatisfaction accumulated over the past half year.

The entire Ox Tiger Mountain trembled, feeling like an earthquake.

Liu Junyan took out a Golden Scale, pinched it between her fingertips, preparing to absorb the remaining Dragon Qi in the Dragon Lock Formation and release the Chaos Evil Formation, when suddenly a person appeared on Ox Tiger Mountain.

That person wore a moon‑white brocade robe, crescent‑moon eyebrows, peach‑blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes slightly upturned, holding a folding fan in hand, wearing a jade cap; as they moved, a fragrance floated around them.

That fragrance…… I seem to have smelled it somewhere before, faint yet impossible to ignore.

I involuntarily took two steps forward to meet the person, wanting to sniff carefully and identify this fragrance.

The next moment, Liu Junyan stretched out a long arm, pulled me back, and a big hand covered my eyes.

I heard him say displeasedly: "How did you come here?"