Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1235 Pointing the way

Although Lao Liu's words were cryptic and essentially just a "maybe," they still greatly surprised Zhao Wuchen!

He and Chen Qishan had just exhausted all their efforts, using spiritual tracing, energy sensing, and Taoist secret techniques in turn, but they couldn't even catch the slightest clue.

However, the "earth veins" and "aura" mentioned by this fat man, although completely different from the logic of martial arts tracking, reveal an ancient and self-contained mystery.

It subtly aligns with the profound principles of the universe's operation, and doesn't seem like pure nonsense.

Zhao Wuchen and Chen Qishan exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, and even a hint of tacit approval as a last resort.

There really isn't a better way right now. Rather than staying put, we might as well let the leader of the Thieves' Guild give it a try.

"Why? You don't believe it?"

Seeing that the two didn't respond, the sixth brother got angry and patted his round belly, muttering, "Those Japanese ninjutsu are nothing!"

"They've only learned a few superficial things from our ancestors' classic texts, changed them up, and dare to come out and swindle people!"

"The skills passed down from our ancestors over thousands of years are the most authentic and awesome!"

"When it comes to tomb raiding and finding the right scavenger, I, Fatty, am second to none!"

Zhao Wuchen found his outspoken nature quite amusing. Instead of being annoyed, he smiled and nodded, "In that case, please give it a try, young friend. How do you need our cooperation?"

“Just watch!”

With a wave of his hand, the sixth brother displayed a certain air of superiority. He turned around and, with his plump body, quickly rushed towards the corpse of the slovenly Taoist priest.

Seeing this, everyone curiously gathered around.

Jiang Xiaochuan followed, his eyes full of curiosity. With the tomb about to be entered, he wanted to see what Lao Liu was really capable of.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lao Liu squatted down and first pulled a polished bronze compass from his waistband. As soon as the needle left the fabric, it spun wildly, making a soft "buzzing" sound.

"Goodness, this person is holding a lot of resentment."

The sixth man apologized, then pulled out a small packet of vermilion powder.

With a flick of his wrist, the powder was evenly sprinkled around the slovenly Taoist's corpse. The powder automatically gathered upon landing, forming a strange Bagua circle along the edge of the corpse.

"Watch closely! This move of mine is called 'Earth Vein Soul Chasing Technique,' a closely guarded secret of the Spirit Stealing Sect!"

As he spoke, the sixth brother took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, bit his fingertip without hesitation, and dripped bright red blood onto the talisman.

His fingers flew across the paper, quickly drawing a crooked and distorted talisman.

He slapped the talisman onto the slovenly Taoist's forehead, formed a strange hand seal, and chanted incantations rapidly:

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, the earth's veins are the framework, the remnant soul guides the way, and the yin energy is the light. Supreme Lord Laozi, hasten as the law commands—rise!"

As the last "qi" was uttered, the talisman suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame.

Strangely, the flames did not burn the talisman; instead, they seeped into the slovenly Taoist's brow.

Then, a chilling scene unfolded—

The disheveled Taoist priest, who had long since lost all vitality, suddenly convulsed violently, and his tightly closed eyelids began to tremble rapidly, as if something was trying to break free from them!

"this........"

Tang Ran's pupils suddenly contracted, and the disdain on her face faded, replaced by a hint of shock that was hard to conceal.

Born into the Tang Clan, she had witnessed many strange and unusual techniques, but this method of manipulating corpses and drawing upon the earth's veins was neither a Taoist magic nor a martial arts technique. It exuded a mysterious aura that she couldn't fathom.

The sixth brother glanced smugly at everyone, then continued manipulating the hand seals, shouting at the slovenly Taoist's corpse:

"Where are the remaining marks? Show me the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the slovenly Taoist priest suddenly turned his head sharply to the left, his stiff neck making a series of harsh "crackling" sounds, like rusty gears being forced to turn.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly raised his twitching hand, his fingertips pointing straight towards the elevator!

At the same time, the pointer of the bronze compass on the ground stopped spinning wildly and instead settled steadily on the left, and the Bagua circle formed by the vermilion powder suddenly emitted a dazzling red light.

A thin band of light extended in the direction of the pointer, like an invisible route drawn on the ground, leading straight out of the elevator.

The sixth brother closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

A moment later, he put away his compass, stood up triumphantly, and said, "That old codger is hiding in the northeast, about twenty miles from here!"

"He thought that severing the control connection would solve everything, but little did he know that his fel mark was already bound to the ley lines, like a burial object in an ancient tomb. No matter how deep it is buried, I, Fatty, can dig it out!"

Zhao Wuchen and Chen Qishan quickly approached the compass and used their spiritual power to sense the energy fluctuations contained within it.

Soon, both of them showed expressions of disbelief.

“That’s right! There are indeed abnormal fluctuations in the earth’s energy in this direction, and it’s from the same source as the evil energy remaining on the slovenly Taoist priest. There’s no mistake!”

Chen Qishan's tone was excited, and his eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Lao Liu, "Young friend, you truly possess extraordinary abilities!"

Zhao Wuchen nodded repeatedly, cupping his hands to the sixth brother and saying, "Good! Well done, Thief of the Spirit Gate! Young friend, you have rendered a great service today, and the Flame Brigade will surely reward you handsomely!"

The sixth brother waved his hand, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards Tang Ran, and said in a sly tone:

"No need for a generous reward! As long as this Tang Bingshan doesn't beat me up at the drop of a hat, and reconsiders the marriage agreement between our two families, I, Fatty, will be completely satisfied!"

Tang Ran's face darkened, her eyes instantly turning murderous, and a faint fluctuation of internal energy emanated from her fingertips: "Say that again?"

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to talk about it anymore!"

The sixth brother chickened out quickly, waving his hand hastily, "The important thing is to get down to business! Let's hurry and catch that old Japanese bastard!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuchen immediately composed himself and solemnly instructed the Yan Brigade members:

"That old fox Hattori Hanzo is very cunning. Everyone must be careful and cautious, and beware of the many traps he may have set!"

"Ah."

Chen Qishan nodded emphatically, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation, and said in a deep voice, "Young friend, please lead the way. Tang Ran, protect your safety; his methods are crucial to this operation."

"Don't worry, Elder!"

Tang Ran nodded. Although he still didn't like Lao Liu, he could tell what was important and what was urgent.

The sixth brother had no objection to this. He was naturally eager to show his face in front of Tang Ran, patting his chest and saying:

"With Fatty here, I guarantee you won't get lost! But Tang beauty, you'd better stick close, or you'll blame me if you get lost!"

Tang Ran gave him a cold glance and didn't say anything, but that look was enough to make Lao Liu wisely shut his mouth.

The group immediately sprang into action, with Zhao Wuchen and Chen Qishan leading the way, heading straight for the elevator.