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

A burst of green light erupted!

The main room was filled with flickering green flames. At the same time, the old man's face was also illuminated by the flames, turning a ghastly green.

The green light swallowed everything around it, and the candles in front of the altar went out instantly.

Then, darkness returned.

The moon in the sky also disappeared.

Originally, there was no moon that night, and the "ghost-faced" moon was not real; it was an illusion.

Diao Wudou could even see that the moon was actually formed by absorbing the power of vengeful ghosts, and he didn't know how it was made by some strange means... At this moment, it also disappeared as if it were an illusion.

The enormous, tree-like black ghostly hand had also disappeared.

The shadow is an illusion of the real object. After the green light exploded, it took on a bleak, astringent green color, melted into a liquid, turned into a pool of black viscous liquid, and sank into the shadow on the ground.

In the darkness, Diao Wudou's face was solemn. He straightened his back. The old man was slightly plump and his back was slightly hunched. From behind, his gray hair gave people a desolate feeling.

He didn't know when, but there was another person opposite him.

He was an old man with a full head of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He was the mute old man, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of grayish-white mist.

Diao Wudou dared not be careless in the slightest, and his eyes were also drawn to something on the mute man's body.

The mute man held a piece of paper between his fingers in his right hand; it was a paper-cut moon.

There was a scrawled human face on the moon.

However, the paper moon clearly showed signs of tearing, and the white-haired, mute old man couldn't hold it in place; it quickly scattered into several pieces between his fingers.

"Ha! Dumb Uncle, so you're a member of the Mifune Cult."

Diao Wudou chuckled: "You've been lying in wait by my side for so many years, pretending to be mute. You must have had a tough time."

His eyes slowly turned to the shattered paper moon in the mute man's hand.

"It is said that since ancient times, there have been four professions in the folk who specialize in making money from the dead, collectively known as the Four Doors of the Underworld: coffin maker, corpse sewer, grave weeper, paper maker... Hey, because they are lowly professions, they are despised by the world, but there are also some extraordinary people in these professions."

"Dumb Uncle, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a descendant of the 'Paper Craftsman' lineage, one of the Four Yin Sects. I, Diao Wudou, truly have no idea I have such an extraordinary person by my side. It's a great honor to meet you."

The old man cupped his hands in greeting to him.

"Mr. Diao, you're too kind."

The mute man's voice was hoarse.

"The Yin Four Gates are nothing but lowly, despicable professions, utterly unworthy of your praise... Moreover, I am here today to take your life. No matter how polite you are, it is difficult for me not to kill you."

"That's true."

Diao Wudou nodded, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "How is my female apprentice, Aunt Shen, doing?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Diao."

The mute man's expression softened.

"Miss Shen has been raised by me since she was a child. I have always treated her like my own daughter, and I would never hurt her."

Furthermore, from a certain perspective, Miss Shen is not a member of the Datuk lineage, nor is she my target... I slipped a little something into her food; she will sleep more soundly tonight and won't wake up until dawn tomorrow.

Only when he said this did a hint of relief appear on Diao Wudou's face.

"Uncle Ya doesn't need to lie here... He took care of Aunt Shen since she was a child, so there's still some affection between them..."

Old Diao continued, "Uncle Ya, so you must know Mao Geng, right? When did he get in touch with you?"

"There's not much to say about that."

The mute man countered, "I'm curious, how did you figure out my identity?"

"That's how it's shown in the divination."

Diao Wudou pointed to the abacus he was holding in his right hand.

"The upper trigram is Kan, and the lower trigram is Gen. From this hexagram, we can see that there is discord within our Datuk temple. It corresponds to the upper trigram being water trapped and the lower trigram being mountain stopped. Clearly, there is disharmony among us, and people are at odds, which has led to a difficult situation."

The Kan hexagram represents water and hardship, and to overcome this obstacle, one must heed the words of the ninth line of the fifth hexagram: "Great difficulty arises, friends come." Only by uniting as one can one benefit from meeting a great person; perseverance brings good fortune.

As he said this, he sighed inwardly.

This divination clearly indicates that there is a mole within the Datuk temple.

However, Diao Wudou did not expect that the mole would be the mute.

No, it's possible that it wasn't just the mute man.

Diao Wudou thought of a question: according to the divination he had performed with his abacus, besides his newly accepted apprentice, there might be other people at the Dato' Temple who had some connection with the San Chuan sect...

"good!"

The mute old man didn't understand divination, so he naturally didn't say anything. He grabbed with his right hand and pulled out a bloodstained garment from behind him!

No, that wasn't a blood-stained garment; it should have been a garment made of white paper. It was a paper garment.

The mute man was indeed a "paper craftsman" with skillful hands. He made a paper garment, but the garment was originally white. It was covered with dense, blood-red handprints, which made it appear blood-red.

"Take this move again, Mr. Diao."

The silver-haired old man suddenly raised his right arm, and the blood-stained garment fluttered up, revealing him hidden beneath it.

Whoosh!

The blood-stained paper clothes seemed to be blown up by an invisible wind, and the mute man's figure disappeared without a trace in that instant.

The blood-stained paper clothes floated into the air, seemingly about to cover Diao Wudou's head.

From within those dense, bloody palm prints, strange human eyes emerged—eyeballs filled with red veins, pupils constantly shifting, their gaze fixed on Diao Wudou.

The entire room turned red, and even the old man's slightly dark face was bathed in red light from those gazes.

The next instant, Diao Wudou could see nothing at all.

The red light engulfed everything around it.

His figure flashed and then disappeared from the spot.

Diao Wudou and Ya Bo both vanished mysteriously in that instant, both inside the Datuk Temple.

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Luo Feng knew that tonight was a crucial moment, so he naturally didn't plan to go home and instead locked himself in bed for a good night's sleep.

With Liu Guangyang, the only trustworthy person, lured away from the mountain, it's hard to say whether the other fellow disciples of the Datuk Temple are the mole.

He naturally wouldn't ask those people for help.

Luo Feng's plan was to stake out outside the Datuk Temple.

After nightfall, he could take advantage of the absence of others to sneak into the temple for reconnaissance.

"Tonight, without alerting outsiders, I can go to the Datuk Temple myself to find out who killed Old Man Diao and identify the mole."

Luo Feng calmly considered: "However, I have also offended that scoundrel Huang Yajiu and his accomplices this time. Although it is not a big deal, it will definitely bring retaliation... Dealing with such a petty person is not a big deal, but there is no need to get entangled with him."

After tonight, Luo Feng plans to restart the cycle of reincarnation once more.

After all, he possessed the "Reincarnation Gu," and could collect information from each reincarnation segment he experienced.

Knowing the information about the Mifune Cult was the gain for him in this cycle of reincarnation. He could use this information to find out the truth behind it in the next cycle of reincarnation.

"Alright, it's about time to get started."

Luo Feng bent over and hid under the rambutan tree.

He waited until late at night, until all the lights in the temple went out, before deciding to take action.

Suddenly, Luo Feng stopped halfway through his journey. At that moment, his ears twitched, as if he had heard some kind of sound.

"The sound of water... I think I heard the sound of water?"

He stopped and looked around in confusion.

The sound of rushing water is approaching from a certain direction.

Luo Feng suddenly turned around and saw a dark river engulfing everything around him at the street entrance facing the temple.

The river is moving rapidly towards us.

"river?"

He stood there in shock, and then he saw a huge ship at the end of the road, its surface gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, and its bow lit with a bright green light, slowly sailing towards him on the dark river.

Just then, a high-pitched, thin voice, like that of a Peking Opera singer, rang out.

"The three kings have arrived, and iron ships have cleared the way!"

"The three kings have arrived, and iron ships have cleared the way!"

"The three kings have arrived, and iron ships have cleared the way..."