For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

The safe was indeed crammed with quite a few items.

Among them were stacks of US dollars and Thai baht, which appeared to be small amounts, as well as items such as receipts.

"Does my uncle mean I should take these things with me?"

Luo Feng frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Here, there's also a black bag."

He also saw a black bag, and when he opened it, he found several passports inside.

"Is this my uncle's passport? Wait, these shouldn't be fake passports, right?"

Luo Feng examined them carefully and found that although the passports all had his uncle's photos, the names and places of origin did not seem to belong to him. These were fake passports. Some were from France, some from Italy, and some from the small South American country of Suriname. However, they were definitely all fake.

"Wait... is this a fake passport for me?"

Luo Feng flipped through them and found two more passports and documents, including a fake passport from Malaysia and one from Italy.

"I entered the country legally with a work visa, so I don't need a fake passport. What's the point of having one?"

He pondered to himself, figuring out the purpose of these fake passports.

In case something happens and you need to flee, these passports can make it easy to hide. Having these fake passports has many advantages.

Thailand is a country known worldwide for its rampant fake passports. While the country has relatively lax regulations in this regard, I wonder how my uncle managed to obtain one.

"Could it be that my uncle is really some notorious bandit, or some kind of criminal...?"

Luo Feng found it hard to believe that Xu Jianguo, who was usually an honest man, could be a criminal.

Just then, he took out several more items from his black leather bag.

"A comb, a ceramic bowl, and this notebook."

Luo Feng placed the three items on the ground. As his gaze swept over them, a string of blood-red words suddenly appeared in his mind.

[The Reincarnation Gu has detected the 'Past Relic - Crescent Moon Comb,' which can unlock a fragment of the reincarnation of the item's owner...]

[The Reincarnation Gu has detected a 'Past Relic - Bloodstained Ceramic Bowl,' which can unlock a fragment of the reincarnation of the item's owner...]

[The Reincarnation Gu has detected the 'Past Relic - Nameless Notebook,' which can unlock a fragment of the reincarnation of the item's owner...]

Three options appeared deep within Luo Feng's mind.

"...Unbelievable!?"

He was quite surprised.

The three items in the black leather bag all seem to be some kind of "relics of the past" that can be used to unlock fragments of reincarnation.

Why is this happening?

Luo Feng was certain that this so-called "relic from the past" could not be something that was commonplace.

The shop also has some older items, but none of them trigger this phenomenon.

"Could it be that my obtaining that brooch and the Demon-Slaying Blade is all related to my uncle's side...?"

Luo Feng fell silent again. He sighed softly and decided to call the local wealthy Chinese businessman, also known as "Uncle Chen".

The call was answered quickly. Uncle Chen, a man in his sixties, was also somewhat surprised that Luo Feng would call him.

"Xiao Luo, it's so late, is there anything I can help you with?"

That's right.

Luo Feng quickly explained Xu Jianguo's situation.

"My uncle told me to ask you for help if I need anything."

Uncle Chen was somewhat surprised after hearing this, but the old man was a worldly-wise man, and he quickly calmed down.

"Xiao Luo, don't overthink it. I've known Lao Xu for many years, and I know his character very well."

The old man coughed lightly: "He's an honest man, he would never do anything bad... However, Old Xu is cautious by nature, there must be a reason why he asked you to do this. Think back to what he said, and you should be able to guess why he did this."

"What's the reason?"

Luo Feng was puzzled.

"Then let me share my guess."

Uncle Chen sighed: "Old Xu is the type of person who will shoulder any huge problem alone. He won't ask for help unless it's absolutely necessary... Is it possible that he encountered something and felt he had to face it alone, and didn't want you, a young man, to get involved? That's why he asked you to find a way to contact me?"

"Yeah?"

Luo Feng thought about it again and realized that it was indeed possible.

"Xiao Luo, listen to my advice."

Uncle Chen continued, "Since Old Xu didn't tell you to call the police, it proves that things haven't gotten that serious yet. He's not going to die young either. I think you should do as he says. Cough cough, I have an empty house in the Chiang Mai suburbs. You can move there tomorrow."

The old man suggested, "There must be a reason why he wants you to leave the shop immediately. I think you should find a hotel tonight and check in. I'll send a driver to pick you up tomorrow morning and help you get your things."

"I see."

Luo Feng had no reason to refuse. After hanging up the phone, he found a backpack, stuffed the contents of the safe into it, and then left the shop.

"The spider has been fed, and there is water and food in the crow's cage, so there shouldn't be any problem."

He hopped on his electric scooter and quickly left the street.

……

……

After driving away from the shops, Luo Feng found a hotel to stay in temporarily.

In his hotel room, he carefully checked the door locks and windows, and after confirming that everything was in order, he sat on the bed.

"Now you can try entering a segment of reincarnation."

He felt the room was safe, so he took out a crescent comb from his black bag and touched it with the Reincarnation Gu mark on his palm.

[Loading information related to 'Past Relics - Crescent Moon Comb'... Captured 'Ati's Reincarnation Fragment']

hum…

The dazed feeling returned, Luo Feng's eyes were blurry, and the crimson characters flashed in his mind once again.

[The vengeful spirits of the ancient temple, the trials of life and death; good fortune and misfortune, all determined by fate... This has now been included in 'Ati's Cycle of Reincarnation'—]

Luo Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He found himself in a forest clearing, surrounded by the rustling of branches and leaves.

Luo Feng frowned.

Apart from the sounds made by the plants, there were no insects chirping around.

There were no birdsong, no insect sounds, creating an eerie silence.

He checked himself over and found he was wearing rather simple folk clothing.

"I am now Atiuri. What time is it? It seems to be Buddhist year 2461... So, this is an even earlier point in time than Panupon's cycle of reincarnation..."

Luo Feng silently calculated and discovered that this was a hundred years ago, when China was still in the early years of the Republic of China.

As for Ati, he is a teenager, only seventeen years old this year, and lives in an unknown little village in northern Thailand.

He looked up at the sky.

...Is it already dusk?

As darkness fell, the temperature in the mountain village began to drop.

"I think I was chopping wood outside the village."

Luo Feng frowned as he recalled. He looked at his right hand, which was holding a wood-chopping knife, with a bamboo basket beside it.

"It's getting late. According to Ati's memory, we must get home quickly tonight."

He pressed his temples, his memory still somewhat jumbled.

Just then, a large, powerful hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Who?"

Luo Feng was startled.

"it's me."

A slightly aged voice rang out.

"Ati, it's so late, why are you still here? Aren't you afraid of being eaten by the succubi in the forest?"

Luo Feng turned around and saw an old man carrying a hunting rifle behind him.

"Oh, it's you, Uncle Cha."

In my memory, this man was an old hunter in the village.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in the village soon."

"Be careful. In addition to the Pipa ghost, the tree ghost Nantani, the one-legged mountain spirit Ai Yongyou, there are also man-eating tiger spirits in the mountains of northern Thailand."

Old hunter Uncle Cha warned in a low voice: "There are too many demons and monsters in these mountains. Tiger spirits are a threat. Those tigers that have eaten too many people have their vengeful spirits mixed with their souls, allowing them to transform into living people."

"Tiger spirits transform into living people only to eat them. They will turn into people you know to lure you closer. Once you get close, they will turn back into tigers and pounce on you to eat you."

"A person who is eaten by a tiger becomes a tiger, never to be reborn, and can only wander in the animal realm, forever continuing to kill."

Old hunter Uncle Cha scared Luo Feng.

"Kid, are you scared?!"

"Uncle Cha isn't Tiger Spirit, so naturally I'm not afraid."

Luo Feng smiled.

"If I were a tiger, you would have been eaten by now."

The old hunter laughed too.

However, just as the two were talking, the sound of musical instruments came from somewhere.

"Is that the sound of a xylophone, a recorder, or a cymbal?"

Luo Feng immediately recognized it as a traditional Thai instrument, the kind used in Khon opera.

At that moment, from the forest at dusk, the faint sound of musical instruments drifted in and out—how could there be such an ensemble of instruments in such a place?

In that instant, the old hunter Uncle Cha turned deathly pale, his lips turned blue, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Uncle Cha, what's wrong with you...?"

Luo Feng was greatly surprised.

"Ati, run!"

The old hunter squeezed out the words.

"That's a musical instrument from the Kong opera! It's that woman coming! Run!"

Just as he finished speaking, two pale hands suddenly reached out from behind him, and with a snap, his neck was torn off, blood gushed out, and the old hunter's head was ripped off.

Boom!

Uncle Cha, the old hunter who had lost his head, collapsed to his knees with his legs giving way, blood still gushing from his neck.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Ankle bells rang, and behind the fallen old hunter, a kong opera dancer in full costume appeared.

It was a seductive dancer dressed in the traditional costume of a Kong opera dancer, but she exuded a putrid stench, the smell of a corpse.

"Eight hands?"

Luo Feng's eyes widened in shock as he discovered that the female dancer had eight arms. Two of her hands covered her face, while two others held her head. Uncle Cha's head was also held in place by two hands, and the other two pale, bloodless hands were making dance movements.

A putrid stench emanated from the air, while the faint sounds of musical instruments could be heard.

Luo Feng was terrified.

He felt he was being watched, and a chill ran down his spine.

We must escape!

He quickly turned around and ran towards the village.

He had only taken one step when two cold arms wrapped around his neck and gripped him tightly.

With a snapping sound, his neck was broken, and his head fell into the female dancer's palm.