Chapter 43

Alright, you all do your best, and I'll cover for you. I said with a smile, but I felt a bit helpless inside. I hoped it would just be covering, but if Xijun really had to take action, the soul jar might break, and the soul would be destroyed, just like the soul jar in my grandmother's box.

Now I feel like I'm walking on a tightrope, afraid that something might go wrong.

Ha ha, okay, Xiaobro Xia, you mustn't take action this time. You have to let me show off a bit. If you really take action, I'll be angry! Lin Feiyu laughed and patted my shoulder.

Then you can just cover for us. If it really doesn't work, you don't have to take action. Just make sure Zhao Qian and Zhao Yi can leave safely. The Xuanmen deals with Xuanmen matters. You're only half a Xuanmen person, and we two old men won't drag you into it. Uncle Hai said, taking out a palm-sized turtle shell from his backpack and shaking it.

It seems to be copper coins inside.

I nodded, looking at the two of them with gratitude. It seems they saw the soul jar break just now. They're giving me a way out.

Bro Hai, is this a fortune-telling hexagram? What does it say? Lin Feiyu pinched his chin, staring at the turtle shell, completely unable to understand it.

The central part of the turtle shell has three sections representing heaven, earth, and man. The sides have twenty-four sections representing the twenty-four mountains, and ten sections representing the ten heavenly stems. The bottom has twelve sections representing the twelve earthly branches, containing the profound principles of heaven and earth, which are extraordinary.

This is the tool of the Yin-Yang School. Jiang Ziya of the Western Zhou and Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms often used such things. The profession of the Yin-Yang School was popular before the Qin Dynasty and after the Zhou Dynasty. Later, it spread to Japan, and the Japanese learned a bit of it, but they can only be called Yin-Yang masters.

However, the Yin-Yang School has declined in recent years, and the number of people is very few. It's hard to find experts like Uncle Hai in the country.

Uncle Hai looked at the hexagram, picked up the copper coins and the golden turtle, frowned, and looked at the misty sky, saying, "It's okay, let's go."

I frowned. The first time I met Uncle Hai, he had a round face, always rosy, and a smiling face, completely different from the sinister Lin Feiyu. But today, his expression was the same as Lin Feiyu's, so serious that I couldn't even breathe, feeling very oppressed.

Hey, what do you mean by "it's okay"? Bro Hai, is this trip going to be very dangerous? Lin Feiyu's face turned even paler, looking worried.

Xiao Lin, if you're afraid of death, just leave. I won't stop you. Uncle Hai laughed, looked at the sky, and took out a live turtle from his backpack. This turtle had the Bagua on its back and was much larger than the palm-sized one.

Bagua turtle? You even brought this one? Bro Hai, are you planning to go all out? Lin Feiyu drew a sharp breath.

Is Wu Zhenghua an ordinary person? When he sees us two walking together, won't he go all out? You should have heard about his abilities. You know who drove him away back then. Uncle Hai stroked the Bagua turtle, made strange hand signs, and muttered a few words. The Bagua turtle stretched its head and looked at the sky.

Raindrops hit its head, making it struggle.

Uncle Hai took out a needle, pricked the turtle's claw, and squeezed out a bit of turtle blood onto a paper figure, then put the turtle back in the backpack.

Lend me a strand of your hair. After doing all this, Uncle Hai reached out and pulled a strand of my hair, tying it to the wet paper figure.

I felt a sharp pain, not knowing what he was doing, but I guessed he wouldn't harm me, so I just waited to see what he would do.

Uncle Hai didn't answer me, just threw the paper figure on the ground and continued walking forward.

Sister-in-law suddenly pulled my sleeve, and I quickly looked around but saw nothing, so I hurried to catch up. I looked back and saw the paper figure getting farther and farther away, and I asked curiously, "Uncle Hai? What is this?"

Don't look, it will blind you. Uncle Hai didn't even turn his head, quickly following Zhao Yi who was leading the way. I had no choice but to catch up with him.

Zhao Qian was still curious, but after hearing Uncle Hai, she turned her head away.

Boom!!

A thunderclap, and a bolt of lightning struck the paper figure behind us! It instantly turned to ashes!

I was stunned, my mouth wide open, big enough to swallow Uncle Hai's turtle.

Thunder spell! Lin Feiyu was covered in cold sweat, patting his chest, looking very relieved.

This is the lightning-summoning spell of Mount Maoshan. Did you see that? Uncle Hai made a hand sign and sighed in relief: Wu Zhenghua didn't originally plan to conflict with you, but the rain at midnight and the dark clouds covering the sky were a sign of your impending doom, so he decided to take a risk and set up an altar to summon the five thunders to strike you.

Ha ha, I get it. Just now, when you did the divination, you saw that Xiaobro Xia's life was in danger, so you used your life-sharing turtle to take the life force of a living creature, and then used Xiaobro Xia's hair to make a paper figure to draw the lightning, right? Lin Feiyu asked with a knowing look, though he only had a superficial understanding of the Yin-Yang School's magic.

No, the divination just now was actually about our two old men's lives. Uncle Hai laughed in response.

Lin Feiyu was immediately speechless, cold sweat mixing with rainwater streaming down his face.

Is this what it means to engage in magical battles? It's too damn dangerous! You can summon lightning at any moment?

I couldn't even breathe, feeling a cold wind on my back. Sister-in-law must be very angry this time.

Xiaobro Xia, think hard. Did you leave anything with that old man? Like hair or something you used before? Lin Feiyu looked at me, pinching his chin, worried that another lightning bolt might strike.

If I die, it won't just be me. He's so close, we'll all be done for.

I thought hard but couldn't recall leaving anything with Wu Zhenghua, so I shook my head. I'm different from others. I don't even shed hair or skin, and Sister-in-law always keeps me clean. My room is spotless, so it's impossible for anyone to collect anything from me. Wu Zhenghua's method of finding people definitely won't start from this angle.

Xiao Lin, asking this is useless. We old hands don't necessarily need personal items to perform magic. I don't know his method, but it's definitely not based on personal items. Look at the Yin energy around him; it's a good way to locate him. Let's find that old man's altar. Uncle Hai pinched his palm and started divining again.

Uncle Hai, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have been struck by lightning. Magical battles are indeed very dangerous. I said sincerely. In fact, with Sister-in-law's prediction, I could have avoided that lightning, but if I hadn't listened to her, I might have been struck dead on the spot.

So having Uncle Hai is really crucial.

No need, you're the successor of Zhou Xian. I believe you have your own way to avoid the lightning spell. I just helped out. Uncle Hai waved his hand and focused on his divination.

I thought to myself that I don't have any special methods; he's just giving me face.

It seems I need to have a good talk with Sister-in-law. Otherwise, if I face a magical battle alone in the future, I might not even know how I died.

Bro Tian, are you okay? Zhao Qian looked at my pale face, worried.

I'm fine. That old man is indeed very capable. I was actually shivering with cold. I just wanted to rely on Xijun to face Wu Zhenghua, which was indeed too naive!

Looking at the dark clouds and rain, even if that lightning didn't strike me on the spot, who knows how many more bolts there would be before we reach the altar? And that old man also knows how to summon ghosts. Just the ghosts he can summon in the rain would be enough to give me a hard time.

Of course, if it weren't for Uncle Hai and Wu Lao leading the way, I wouldn't have come up the mountain in Xijun's condition.

Ha ha, now you know, don't underestimate us old men. When pushed to the limit, we can do all sorts of deadly things. Lin Feiyu pinched his chin and laughed strangely, looking very proud.

I understand, you old men are really something. I admit defeat this time. These old men are indeed very deep and have rich experience in magical battles. If I'm not careful, I won't even know how I died.

And the police can't do anything if someone is struck by lightning. Can they arrest Wu Zhenghua on a baseless charge?

It's more interesting, it should be on the mountaintop, no doubt. Uncle Hai said and walked toward the summit.

Zhao Yi and Zhao Qian were familiar with the path, shining their flashlights and heading up the mountain.

The mountain path wasn't too rugged, but it wasn't easy to walk either. The rain made the path muddy, and we often slipped.

When Uncle Hai reached the halfway point, he started taking out paper figures from his backpack and throwing them down the mountain. I didn't know why, but I figured he had his reasons and didn't ask.

The closer we got to the summit, the heavier the Yin energy became. I didn't know if it was because we were getting closer to the summit, but it felt colder, and the rain was being blown sideways, which was very strange. Sister-in-law started tugging at my shirt.

Hey, Bro Hai, that old man seems to be making a move. Did you notice? The Yin energy is so heavy, and your paper figures aren't working. Did he notice something? Lin Feiyu's brows furrowed. He was good at close combat, but he was as helpless as I was against the underhanded tactics of Uncle Hai and Wu Zhenghua.

It seems he noticed us coming up the mountain. The Yin energy is very heavy, and he might be summoning mountain ghosts. Uncle Hai's expression became serious.

What?! Summoning mountain ghosts? Lin Feiyu was stunned, immediately stopping. Seeing Uncle Hai's serious expression, he quickly said, "Let's go back. We can't beat him. That old man is going all out. Bro Hai, this weather is perfect for him. Anyone who goes will die."

Not necessarily. If the mountain ghosts come, we won't know unless we fight. It's more interesting. Since that old man is going all out, I have to show some of my skills. Otherwise, he might think we're easy to bully. Uncle Hai took his backpack off his back, put it in front, and opened the back zipper, searching through a pile of paper figures.

Uncle Hai has plenty of tools. He came prepared. The backpack on his back means he's ready to fight at any moment. I admire his professionalism. No wonder he said I'm only half a Xuanmen person. Compared to him, I'm not even half.

You're going to fight the mountain ghosts? Really? They're unofficiated mountain deities! Lin Feiyu exclaimed.

If he dares to summon them, I dare to kill them. Uncle Hai sneered, taking out five blue paper figures with the words "Metal," "Wood," "Water," "Fire," and "Earth" written on them, surrounded by chaotic spells.