The Corpse Clothes in the Green Bag [Complete] - 29

Chapter 366

In a private room on the third floor of the University of Tokyo Medical School Hospital, Huang Jianguo, using the alias Wuyuan Taro, suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes fixed blankly on the television screen.

"How could it be him..." Huang Jianguo murmured. After a moment, he grabbed the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number in Tokyo.

"Is this Mr. Kurosawa? I just saw Zhu Hansheng on TV!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed urgently.

"Yes, I already know. It's a godsend. These past few days, our people have repeatedly studied the sheepskin, but we still couldn't decipher it. Finally, we discovered that it was a fake sheepskin..." Kurosawa's tired voice came from the receiver.

"What? A fake..." Huang Jianguo was shocked.

"That's right, it's an aged fake sheepskin. The Geda prophecy is false. We've been fooled." Kurosawa said coldly.

Huang Jianguo stood there, holding the receiver, dumbfounded.

"Jianguo, for some reason, Zhu Hansheng has actually come to Tokyo, and even subdued several Red Army hijackers on the plane. Now he's the focus of all the Japanese media. Hmph, since he's here, he can forget about going back. This is a gift from heaven to our Corpse-Slaying Cult!" Kurosawa said smugly.

"Then let's hurry up and catch him!" Huang Jianguo said anxiously.

"Of course, we've already started monitoring him, but this kid was taken back to his home in Shinjuku by Inspector Kono of the Metropolitan Police Department on flight Ka876. And with the media attention so intense right now, we need a meticulous plan before we can make our move. Get ready, we need to move to a secret location," Kurosawa said.

"Why? I feel fine here," Huang Jianguo asked疑惑地问道.

"Professor Kono, who will be performing surgery on you, is the father of that Inspector Kono of the Metropolitan Police Department," Kurosawa explained.

"When will we move?" Huang Jianguo also became nervous.

"Immediately, our people are already on their way," Kurosawa hung up the phone.

A moment later, two men in white coats entered the ward, pushing a stretcher directly to Huang Jianguo.

"Wuyuan Taro, who are you?" one of them asked in broken Chinese, his gaze fixed on the nameplate on the bedside table to confirm.

Huang Jianguo nodded and said, "Did Mr. Kurosawa send you?"

"Yes, don't talk, just do as we say." The two men lifted Huang Jianguo onto the stretcher, quickly tidied his clothes and other belongings, and then hurriedly pushed him out of the ward.

In the elevator, a nurse glanced at them with surprise but didn't ask any further questions.

A white van was parked at the hospital entrance. The two men helped Huang Jianguo into the van, then jumped into the driver's seat and sped out of the hospital.

A few minutes later, Professor Kono and his son arrived at the affiliated hospital in a Toyota, rushing to the third-floor surgical ward.

The ward was empty; Wuyuan Taro was nowhere to be seen.

Professor Kono anxiously called over the nurse on duty and angrily asked, "Where did that Taro Wuyuan go?"

The nurse replied tremblingly, "I don't know, Professor Kono, I'm so sorry, we were all watching the news about the hijacking in the duty room..."

"Baka!" Professor Kono shouted angrily.

Kono Ichiro reached for the nameplate on the bedside table and pondered, "Wuyuan Taro? That's a strange name... Dad, please show me Wuyuan Taro's medical records. This person is very likely connected to the murder case in Ueno Park."

Professor Kono sighed and said, "Testicular transplantation is not commonly performed worldwide, mainly because there is a lack of donors. In Japan, when a young person dies unexpectedly, their family will not agree to donate their testicles for medical transplantation. Moreover, they can only be refrigerated for 24 hours before they die. When Wuyuan Taro was admitted to the hospital, the testicles for transplantation were brought with him. Due to the urgency, we had to perform the surgery first and then complete the necessary procedures."

"But, Dad, didn't the hospital question or suspect the source of the testicles?" Kono Ichiro asked suspiciously.

Professor Kono's face turned pale, and he stammered, "Because it was sent from the Yao Clinic, so..."

"The Yao Clinic?" Kono Ichiro asked warily.

“Yes, Yao Yuji was your classmate at Tokyo University during the Showa era, and he has a long-standing relationship with the medical school. So, I made an exception and performed the surgery first.” Professor Kono’s expression was quite grim.

“I understand,” Kono Ichiro said, seemingly enlightened, then asked, “Dad, are there any abnormalities in the testicles that Yao’s clinic sent?”

Professor Kono nodded and said, “These testicles are enormous, so it’s certain the source isn’t Asian.”

At that moment, a nurse brought in Taro Wuyuan’s medical record, which Kono Ichiro took and casually flipped through.

The record stated: Taro Wuyuan, male, 23 years old… “Dad, why is this recorded so simply? There’s no home address, social medical insurance number, etc.” Kono Ichiro asked in surprise.

“Yao said on the phone that the detailed registration and preliminary examination results are at Yao’s clinic and will be sent over soon, but several days have passed and it still hasn’t arrived. I was just about to call and urge him.” Professor Kono replied apologetically.

“Don’t rush me. Tell me the address and phone number of the Yao Clinic,” Kono Ichiro said.

“It’s diagonally across the street from the Yutenji Temple in Meguro Ward, Tokyo. There’s a sign; you’ll see it as soon as you get there,” Professor Kono said.

“Have you noticed anything unusual about this Wuyuan Taro?” Kono Ichiro asked.

“He has delicate features, but strangely, he never speaks, and he doesn’t seem to understand what the doctors and nurses are saying. I even doubt he’s Japanese,” Professor Kono said doubtfully.

“Not Japanese?” Kono Ichiro asked in surprise.

“Professor Kono, I saw two men in white coats push Mr. Wuyuan in a stretcher into the elevator half an hour ago,” a nurse said hurriedly as she entered.

“Half an hour? Just before we arrived,” Kono Ichiro muttered to himself.

"Do you know them? They work at the hospital?" Professor Kono asked anxiously. The nurse shook her head and replied, "I've never seen them before."

"Dad, give me the car keys. I'm going to the Yao Clinic right away." Kono Ichiro took the car keys, hurried downstairs, and drove his Toyota sedan away from the hospital, heading straight for the Meguro River.

Kono Ichiro drove the Toyota across the Meguro River and arrived at Yutenji Temple in Nakameguro. He parked the car in front of the temple gate and looked across the street. Next to a 7-Eleven convenience store, he saw the sign for the Yao Clinic.

He didn't get out of the car but sat down and quietly observed.

It was a private clinic with a small storefront. After observing for a while, he didn't see anyone going in or out.

Kono got out of the car, looked around, and then walked towards the clinic.

"Dr. Yao?" Kono pushed open the door of the clinic and saw a fat man in his sixties wearing a white coat, glasses, and a stethoscope around his neck. He looked about the same age as his father.

"This is me. Do you have an appointment?" Dr. Yao asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Kono shook his head and said, "No, but I'd like to have a consultation first."

"Please sit down. May I ask your name and what's wrong?" Yao asked, gesturing to the chair.

Kono Ichiro looked at Dr. Yao, bowed slightly, and said, "I am Kono Ichiro. I have been suffering from erectile dysfunction for several years and would like to consult with Dr. Yao. Thank you for your help."

"Oh, is that so? Is it that you cannot get an erection? Or is it premature ejaculation?" Dr. Yao asked, staring at Kono through his glasses.

"I injured my testicles when I was a child. I didn't understand at the time, so I didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't until I became an adult that I realized the seriousness of the problem. Because I can't get an erection at all, I am still single." Kono said with a worried

expression. Dr. Yao nodded and said, "This needs to be examined." He called out to the inner room, "Ryoko, please take Mr. Kono for a routine sexual function checkup."

"Yes," a nurse in her thirties came out of the inner room, bowed slightly to Kono, and then smiled and said, "Please come with me, Mr. Kono."

Kono Ichiro followed her into the inner room and found a long corridor with three or four wards on both sides. As he passed by, he carefully looked around and saw that the rooms were all empty.

“Please sit down. Here’s a picture book. Please look at it from the beginning. I’ll time it. Tell me immediately when you have a reaction,” Ryoko said softly with a charming smile.

It seems Taro isn’t here… Kono pondered, casually flipping through the picture book. A sexy nude photo of a woman appeared before his eyes. He pretended to flip through a few pages, finding the pictures increasingly obscene. Just then, he felt his groin begin to heat up and begin to swell slightly.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Yao asked kindly as he entered.

“It seems I’m already having a reaction…” Nurse Ryoko whispered, pointing to Kono’s slightly bulging crotch.

“It’s no use, I won’t last much longer.” Kono, realizing he was about to be exposed, closed the picture book, trying to cover it up.

“If you need help, I can help,” Ryoko said with a charming smile, her fiery gaze fixed on Kono.

“No, I want a testicle transplant,” Kono said bluntly, his sharp eyes fixed on Yao Yuji.

Yao was taken aback, a wary glint flashing in his eyes behind his glasses, before slowly saying, "We're a small clinic, we can't do that kind of major transplant surgery. You'll have to go to a big hospital, and you'll need a donor."

"I heard Dr. Yao has a way to get donor testicles, money's no problem," Kono said casually.

"Who said that? That's impossible, I've never done anything like that." Yao looked flustered.

"Wuyuan Taro," Kono suddenly said, catching Yao off guard.

Dr. Yao's expression changed drastically. After a long pause, he slowly asked, "Who are you?"

"Inspector Kono of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department," Kono Ichiro replied with a cold smile.

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Dr. Yao Yuji stared at Kono Ichiro in astonishment, his expression hardening. He said coldly, "So you're a policeman. My apologies... Officer Kono, since you're not here for treatment, please leave."

Kono snorted and continued to press, "Dr. Yao Yuji, where is Wuyuan Taro?"

"I don't know him," Yao Yuji denied categorically.

"Professor Kono of the University of Tokyo's Faculty of Medicine, you don't not know him? Let me remind you, he was your classmate at Tokyo Imperial University during the Showa era," Kono Ichiro said mockingly.

Yao Yuji's face instantly turned pale, his lips trembling slightly.

Kono turned and left, walked down the corridor, and came to the shelf where the clinic kept medical records. He reached out and flipped through the files, saying, "Dr. Yao probably forgot to send Taro Uehara's case to the affiliated hospital of the University of Tokyo's Faculty of Medicine."

"Don't touch the medical records! I'm sorry, but patient privacy is protected by Japanese law. Do you have a search warrant from the district prosecutor? If not, please leave immediately!" Yao Yuji shouted loudly.

"Hmph, fine, I'll use the phone." Kono put down the files and walked to the counter, where a telephone lay.

"I'm sorry, Officer Kono, the phone is broken." Nurse Ryoko leaned her limp body against the counter, her high breasts swaying as she faced Kono, her squinting eyes filled with lust.

Kono Ichiro glared angrily at Ryoko, who smiled slightly, her disdainful gaze glancing at Kono's crotch as she said in a coquettish voice, "Officer, you can have that picture book, okay?"

Kono angrily turned and stormed out, going to the 7-Eleven next door. "This is Kono from the Metropolitan Police Department. Can I borrow your phone?" he said grumbling.

While peering through the convenience store window at the entrance of the Yao Clinic, Kono dialed Nakamura's number in the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Department.

"This is Kono Ichiro. I've found the suspect in the Ueno Park murder case. He's at the Yao Clinic opposite Yutenji Temple in Meguro Ward. Requesting immediate backup," Kono said hastily.

"Is that so? That's great! Wait here, I'll immediately notify the patrol officers in the Naka-Meguro area. I'll be there with officers from the First Special Investigation Division," Chief Nakamura said excitedly, hanging up the phone.

Kono had just stepped out of the convenience store when he heard police sirens blaring in the distance. A moment later, two police cars sped up and screeched to a halt outside the Yao Clinic.

"Is this Officer Kono?" a patrol officer jumped out of the car and asked.

"I'm Kono from the Metropolitan Police Department. Please come with me. Arrest Dr. Yao Yuji immediately." Kono said, then pushed open the door and went back into the Yao Clinic.

Inside, Yao Yuji lay on the floor, pale-faced, a long drool dripping from his mouth, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling… Kono felt a wave of nausea, almost vomiting, and quickly stepped out of the clinic, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

"Officer Kono, this man is dead. His neck was snapped by an external force." A moment later, a patrol officer came out and reported to Kono.

"And the woman?" Kono asked, catching his breath.

"Woman? What woman?" the patrol officer asked, puzzled.

"Ryoko, the nurse at the Yao Clinic," Kono said.

"No, I've checked all the rooms, there's no one else inside," the patrol officer reported.

Ryoko is gone? Kono was quite shocked. He hurriedly returned to the clinic and searched it thoroughly. Finally, behind a screen at the end of the corridor, he found a hidden door. The picture book lay on the floor, open to the very page Kono had seen that was obscene. He understood that Ryoko was mocking him.

Opening the hidden door, he found himself in a narrow back alley, completely empty; Ryoko was nowhere to be seen.

Chief Nakamura arrived at the Yao Clinic with a group of Special Investigations Unit (SIU) officers. Technicians immediately began forensic examination and sealed all the medical records on the shelf.

"Wuyuan Taro? Hmm, that name is indeed a bit strange. Wuyuan… that must be a place name, right?" Nakamura mused.

"Chief Nakamura, please immediately investigate Yao Yuji, this clinic, and the nurse Ryoko," Kono suggested.

Nakamura nodded, then said in a very amiable tone, "Kono-kun, the Superintendent General of Police of Haruta requests that you bring Zhu Hansheng from Hong Kong to Sakuradamon tomorrow at noon for a press conference. Representative Oshima Shigeru will also be there."

"Mr. Zhu Hansheng has stated that he does not wish to appear in public," Kono said somewhat hesitantly.

"Oh, is he worried about retaliation from his fellow Red Army members?" Nakamura said understandingly. "Then, please take me to speak with him personally, Kono-kun."

Kono could only nod and say, "Alright."

Nakamura immediately instructed his subordinates to conduct a full investigation of the Yao Clinic. After making the arrangements, he took a police car and followed Kono Ichiro's Toyota to Haramachi in Shinjuku.

"Mr. Nakamura has arrived. Please come in." Kono Ichiro's mother, Lin Meiyun, politely greeted them as they entered the house. "

Mr. Zhu Hansheng, it's a pleasure to meet you," Nakamura bowed deeply to Hansheng, then looked at Shen Caihua, who was playing on the tatami mat, with surprise and said, "This must be the legendary baby who was both intelligent and brave on the plane?"

Kono translated Nakamura's words into Chinese and told Hansheng.

Hansheng nodded shyly and did not say anything.

Nakamura's gaze was fixed on Hansheng's hand, and he clicked his tongue and said, "It's unbelievable. Did Mr. Zhu really catch the bullet with his hand?"

"I saw it with my own eyes," Kono confirmed.

"Kono-kun, please convey the greetings and respects of Superintendent Haruta of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and also invite him to a press conference at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters tomorrow at noon. The child should also come along." Nakamura then asked Kono to translate.

"We have return tickets for tomorrow, and my child and I need to go back to Hong Kong," Hansheng replied.

"No, no, no, the tickets can be refunded. Mr. Zhu should at least face the Japanese people and accept their gratitude. Besides, Representative Oshima Shigeru also wants to thank Mr. Zhu in person," Nakamura hurriedly waved his hand. Hansheng

insisted on not attending the so-called press conference, and Nakamura was so anxious that he scratched his head. Helpless, he could only say that he would go back and report to Superintendent Haruta.

"Section Chief Nakamura, I heard from my father that Wuyuan Taro doesn't seem to be Japanese," Kono said to Nakamura in Japanese.

"Isn't Wuyuan Taro Japanese? No wonder the name sounds awkward," Nakamura suddenly realized.

"Mr. Kono, are you talking about Wuyuan?" Han Sheng asked in surprise, noticing the word "Wuyuan" mentioned twice in their Japanese conversation.

"You know 'Wuyuan'?" Kono asked in astonishment.

"That's my hometown, in Jiangxi Province, China," Han Sheng explained.

"Oh, I see... There's a man named 'Wuyuan Taro' who underwent a testicular transplant at the University of Tokyo's Faculty of Medicine. We suspect he's not Japanese, as we've never heard of the surname 'Wuyuan' in Japanese names," Kono explained, still surprised. "

Testicle transplant? How old is he? What does he look like?" Han Sheng became suspicious.

"Testicle? Oh, I see, it's testicle transplant. They say Wuyuan Taro is quite handsome, 23 years old..." Kono recalled the physical descriptions given by the nurses and described him carefully.

"It's Huang Jianguo!" Han Sheng blurted out.

"You know this Wuyuan Taro?" Kono was taken aback.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "This scoundrel actually came to Japan to exchange eggs. His name is Huang Jianguo."

"What do you know about this? Can you tell me? Wuyuan Taro is now involved in a foreign-related murder case. He's a major suspect," Kono said with an unusually serious expression.

Han Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "I have a history with him. It all happened in the Central Plains. Later, he joined the Japanese—no, I mean, you Japanese villains. His name is Kurosawa, and he's the Deputy Consul General of Japan in China..."

"What did you say! The current Deputy Consul General of Japan in China?" Kono was even more astonished.

"Yes, and a few others, named Onizuka, Kozuka, and Old Ghost..." Han Sheng said.

"Wait," Kono interrupted Han Sheng, turning to Nakamura with a serious expression. He spoke to Nakamura in Japanese, "Section Chief Nakamura, Mr. Zhu knows this Wuyuan Taro. He is indeed Chinese, his real name is Huang Jianguo. His accomplices include our Deputy Consul General of Japan in China, Kurosawa..."

"Really?" Nakamura's eyes widened in astonishment.

Kono, his expression grave, told Nakamura, "Wuyuan Taro suddenly fled the hospital an hour after flight KA876 arrived in Tokyo, indicating they had learned of Mr. Zhu's arrival in Japan from the television news, hence their hasty retreat. Because of Kurosawa's presence, I sense that this criminal organization has an extremely powerful background. The Marian Nguyen murder case is just the tip of the iceberg."

"It seems Mr. Zhu is in danger," Nakamura muttered to himself, seemingly enlightened.

"Yes, perhaps even my home is being monitored." Kono said, walking to the French windows in the living room and looking out.

“Kono-kun,” Nakamura said seriously, “I’ll arrange for people to come and protect Mr. Zhu immediately, but it would be safer to move him to a secret location. I’ll go back and report to Chief Haruta in person right away. Don’t go out for the time being, understand?”

“Understood, Section Chief Nakamura,” Kono replied.

Nakamura hurriedly got into the police car and sped towards the Sakuradamon Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.

“Mom, lock the front door. Mr. Zhu, please hold the child away from the window,” Kono quickly instructed, taking a pistol from a drawer in his room, checking the magazine, and then carrying it back to the living room.

“Mr. Kono, are you worried that Huang Jianguo, that is, Wuyuan Taro and his group, will come here?” Han Sheng asked in surprise.

“Mr. Zhu, we are not just facing Wuyuan Taro and Dr. Yao now. It’s very likely a criminal organization with a very deep background, perhaps already infiltrated into the upper echelons of the Japanese government,” Kono said worriedly.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Kono, thank you for your help. Caihua and I should leave here to avoid causing you trouble."

"No, Section Chief Nakamura has already gone back to report to Chief Inspector Haruta. The Metropolitan Police Department will transfer you and the child to a secret location to ensure your safety," Kono explained.

Han Sheng smiled and said, "It's alright, the child and I can protect ourselves perfectly well."

"Ding-dong..." At this moment, someone rang the doorbell outside.

Chapter 368

"Shh..." Kono stood up, gripping his pistol to signal his mother and Han Sheng to be quiet, then quietly went to the living room window to observe outside.

The doorbell stubbornly continued to ring. Kono went behind the door and looked out through the peephole, seeing a young man carrying a fast food box, his hat printed with the words "Demae Tsuyoshi".

"Who?" Kono asked in a low voice.

"Haramachi Demae Tsuyoshi," the young man outside said loudly.

"Oh, Ichiro, it's the sushi delivery Mom just ordered," Lin Meiyun explained to her son as she walked over.

Kono nodded, slung his pistol behind his back, and gently opened the door.

"Is this the Kono house? A lady just ordered four servings of tuna sushi, inari sushi, assorted rice balls, and fried tofu rice rolls, right?" the young deliveryman asked.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble." Lin Meiyun accepted the food box, paid, and Kono closed the door again.

"Mom, when did you order the delivery?" Kono asked curiously.

"Oh, the inari sushi in Haramachi is delicious. I wanted Mr. Zhu from Hong Kong to try it. I thought Section Chief Nakamura would stay for dinner, so I called and ordered four servings, but he's already left." Lin Meiyun opened the food box and invited Hansheng to come and eat; it was already afternoon, and everyone was hungry.

"Please don't be shy," Lin Meiyun said warmly, gesturing for Ichiro and Hansheng to sit at the table. She then asked, "Can the child eat this too?"

"No, he won't eat now," Hansheng replied, shaking his head as he looked at Shen Caihua, who was still playing on the tatami mat. He thought to himself, "I wonder how much blood that female Red Army soldier drank from this ghost baby. His little belly doesn't look flat anymore. "

Each preoccupied with their own thoughts, they silently finished their sushi and rice balls, then returned to the sofa to drink some tea.

"Ichiro, Mom isn't feeling well. I'll go back to my room to rest. Mr. Zhu, I'm so sorry for the poor hospitality," Lin Meiyun said apologetically, swaying as she walked towards her bedroom. She had only taken a few steps when she swayed and collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Mom..." Kono cried out, trying to stand up, but his head spun. He managed to utter, "The sushi is poisoned..." before collapsing onto the sofa, unconscious.

For the first time in his life, Han Sheng tasted Japanese sashimi sushi and wasabi. He found the flavors incredibly fresh and spicy, and was still savoring them when he suddenly saw Kono and her son collapse one after the other. He was immediately alarmed.

"The sushi is poisoned?" he repeated Kono's words, reaching out to touch Kono's wrist.

"Han Sheng's father, someone's coming, a lot of people," Shen Caihua, sitting on the tatami, suddenly warned in a low voice.

Han Sheng listened intently, and sure enough, a series of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard.

With a loud bang, the door to the main hall was kicked open, and several burly men in white coats carried in a stretcher. The one leading them was Ryoko, a nurse from the Yao Clinic.

Ryoko, who rushed into the room, was stunned to see Han Sheng sitting unharmed on the sofa. The men behind her also exchanged bewildered glances.

Liangzi turned around, mumbled a few words in Japanese, and then a middle-aged man stepped forward and said to Hansheng, "Zhu Hansheng, who are you?" His pronunciation was stiff.

Hansheng calmly replied, "I am Zhu Hansheng. Who are you?"

"We are here to pick you up," the man said.

"Did you poison the sushi you delivered?" Hansheng asked.

"It was a regular anesthetic. He woke up on his own after two hours. Did you eat the sushi?" the middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

"No," Hansheng replied. The world is dangerous; he should always be vigilant. It seemed best not to tell the truth to these people.

"Oh, I see..." the man turned to Liangzi and explained that Mr. Zhu hadn't eaten the sushi, hence his lack of unconsciousness.

"Take him and that child away," Liangzi waved her hand and ordered.

"Mr. Zhu, be honest and come with us, understand?" the middle-aged man said to Hansheng.

"Where to?" Hansheng asked.

"Someone wants to see you," the man chuckled and replied.

"Is it Mr. Kurosawa or Taro Uehara?" Han Sheng asked calmly.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, his expression changing slightly. He then waved his hand, and several burly men behind him rushed forward, some heading for Han Sheng, others for Xiao Caihua.

"Wait, I'll go with you," Han Sheng stopped them, then stood up and walked to the tatami mat, picking up Shen Caihua.

Kurosawa wanted to see him only because of the Geda prophecy, including his grudge against Huang Jianguo. It was best if these things didn't implicate the Kono family. He possessed the hysteria technique and could escape with Xiao Caihua at any time.

"Let's go," he said, walking towards the door first, the burly men silently following behind carrying the stretcher.

Ryoko tilted her head and glanced at Kono Ichiro, who was lying unconscious on the sofa. She chuckled lewdly, then reached out and groped his crotch through his pants, muttering, "I'm sure there won't be any problems."

A medium-sized gray Nissan van was parked outside the yard. The door opened, and a middle-aged man politely invited Hansheng to get in with the child.

Suddenly, police sirens blared from the street corner, and several police cars sped up, arriving in an instant. Section Chief Nakamura jumped out of his car and immediately sensed something was wrong when he saw Hansheng carrying the baby about to get into the van, with Kono not beside him. He quickly waved his hand and ordered, "Stop that car!"

Ryoko, sitting in the driver's seat, saw the situation was bad and hurriedly shouted, "Drive! Drive!"

The burly men in white coats didn't have time to take Hansheng away; they all jumped into their cars and sped off down another alley.

Section Chief Nakamura ordered two police cars to pursue the van, then hurriedly approached Hansheng, gesturing and explaining what had happened.

Hansheng understood, but not speaking Japanese, he turned and quickly walked back into the yard, leading Section Chief Nakamura to the living room, where they found the unconscious Kono Ichiro.

"Kono-kun!" Nakamura exclaimed in surprise, immediately grabbing the phone to call an ambulance.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and paramedics carried Kono Ichiro and his mother into the vehicle, rushing them to the University of Tokyo Medical School Hospital with sirens blaring.

The Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau's Second Foreign Affairs Division urgently dispatched a Chinese interpreter.

Inside Kono's residence, Hansheng recounted what had happened since Nakamura left.

"They acted swiftly," Nakamura said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, still shaken.

"We're sorry our arrival caused trouble for Mr. Kono and his family," Hansheng said apologetically.

“Mr. Zhu, would you please move with us to a secret place?” Section Chief Nakamura earnestly persuaded.

“Alright,” Han Sheng agreed.

Han Sheng and Shen Caihua got into a small black sedan without police markings. They drove west along Shinjuku Okubo Road from Izuharacho, then turned left onto Meiji Road and headed south, bypassing Shibuya and circling through alleys several times. After confirming that no one was following them, they turned onto Aoyama Road and finally drove into the underground parking lot of an apartment building near Nogi Shrine. They took the elevator directly to a secluded apartment on the third floor.

This was a secret house used by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department specifically to protect witnesses. Even within the Metropolitan Police Department, it was referred to by code names. This place was codenamed “Haunted House” because it was located several hundred meters to the west of Aoyama Cemetery, Tokyo’s largest park cemetery.

“Are you satisfied with the conditions?” Section Chief Nakamura asked Han Sheng.

Han Sheng had grown up in the countryside of Jiangxi and had never seen such a modern and luxurious room before. It was no less luxurious than the villas of Wu Daoming and Lu Taiguan in Hong Kong.

"Very good. How is Mr. Kono?" Han Sheng asked anxiously.

Nakamura grabbed the phone and called the affiliated hospital. They informed him that Officer Kono and his mother had regained consciousness and could be discharged after a little more observation.

"I will ask Officer Kono to come and keep you company. Also, please inform Mr. Zhu that Congressman Oshima Shigeru invites you, your child, and Officer Kono to a banquet tonight to express his gratitude. Director Haruta and I will also be there," Nakamura told Han Sheng through the interpreter.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo is?" Han Sheng asked.

"Why do you need to go to the Aoyama Cemetery? Is there something you need, Mr. Zhu?" Nakamura asked in surprise after hearing the interpreter's translation.

"Oh, it's like this. Kono and his mother want to go to the Aoyama Cemetery to pay respects to their ancestors and asked if I would like to go with them," Han Sheng replied. He didn't want to tell anyone about the Zhuyou Relics to avoid any further complications.

“Qingshan Cemetery isn’t far from here, less than a kilometer to the west, but I’m afraid we won’t have time to go. This is also for your safety,” Nakamura replied.

I’ll go myself at midnight, Han Sheng thought to himself.

At dusk, Kono Ichiro arrived at the “haunted house.”

“I’ve implicated your family,” Han Sheng said apologetically.

“No, it was my negligence. We shouldn’t have eaten that sushi. It’s strange, Mr. Zhu ate it without any problems?” Kono asked疑惑地.

“Perhaps Chinese people have stronger stomachs,” Han Sheng stammered.

Chapter 369

The phone rang, and Kono picked up the receiver.

“Kono-kun? This is Nakamura. Representative Oshima Shigeru wants to speak with you,” Section Chief Nakamura said hurriedly.

“This is Representative Oshima Shigeru.” The familiar voice of the representative came through the receiver, noticeably more confident than on flight Ka876.

“Mr. Representative, hello, this is Kono Ichiro from the Metropolitan Police Department,” Kono replied respectfully.

"Officer Kono, I've booked a banquet at the 'Meguro' Hotel in Kabukicho, Shinjuku. You and Mr. Zhu and his son from Hong Kong are invited. Superintendent Haruta and Section Chief Nakamura from the Metropolitan Police Department will also be there. It's at 7:00 PM sharp; please be on time." Representative Oshima Shigeru chuckled as he hung up the phone.

Kono turned to Han Sheng and said, "Mr. Zhu, Representative Oshima Shigeru invited us to a banquet at 7:00 PM tonight to express his gratitude in person."

"I don't want to go," Han Sheng said.

"Superintendent Haruta and Section Chief Nakamura from the Metropolitan Police Department are also attending..." Kono looked troubled.

Han Sheng looked at him, thinking that Kono and his mother had been poisoned because of him, and his superiors were all present. If he insisted on not going, it might negatively impact Kono's career.

"Alright, then I'll go," Han Sheng thought. A meal wouldn't take long; as long as he could get back to Aoyama Cemetery by midnight, it would be fine.

“It’s highly likely that Liberal Democratic Party Representative Shigeru Oshima will succeed Takeo Miki as the next Prime Minister of Japan, which is probably why Director Haruta is so concerned,” Kono muttered to himself.

Kabukicho in Shinjuku is Tokyo’s famous red-light district, lined with bars and brothels. The prostitutes wear traditional kimonos, and at night, male tourists from all over the world flock there in droves.

In a luxurious private room at the Meguro Hotel, Representative Shigeru Oshima, Director Haruta, Section Chief Nakamura, and others had already arrived. The dinner was private, so no reporters or media were present.

As Inspector Kono led Han Sheng and Shen Caihua into the private room, Representative Oshima Shigeru stood up and bowed deeply to Han Sheng, saying, "Mr. Zhu, thank you so much. Your heroic act on flight Ka876 shocked the world. Although you are Chinese, you embodied the traditional samurai spirit of our Yamato people. It's truly remarkable and deserves the respect of all Japanese citizens."

Chief Inspector Haruta also stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhu, I am Haruta from the Metropolitan Police Department. This is a private dinner specially prepared by Representative Oshima Shigeru. There are no reporters or women present. I would like to invite you to experience authentic Japanese hospitality." "The dinner is a dish—'Cannibalism',"

Kono translated to Han Sheng, whose expression changed slightly. "'Cannibalism'?"

Section Chief Nakamura chuckled and explained, "Of Japan's three most prestigious banquets—'Human Body Sushi,' 'Golden Nugget Meal,' and 'Cannibalism'—only this 'Cannibalism' truly reflects the samurai spirit of the Yamato people. Mr. Zhu is exceptionally skilled; he must be a master of traditional Chinese kung fu, fully qualified to enjoy this grand dish."

After hearing Kono's explanation, Han Sheng thought to himself, "Ah, if only Liu Jinmo were here. The martial arts world in the Central Plains is treacherous, but the international martial arts world seems even more so.

" "Serve the food!" Director Chuntian clapped his hands and called out loudly.

An extra-large wooden tray was brought out and gently placed on the long dining table, covered with a white cloth, making the tray look like an operating table.

The white sheet was slowly removed, revealing the lifeless body of a young woman lying quietly on the tray. She appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with smooth, delicate skin that shimmered slightly with oil. Her breasts were high and firm, and sparse black pubic hair grew below her abdomen, suggesting she had just reached puberty.

Han Sheng was stunned… Shen Caihua's eyes lit up, and he stuck out his little tongue, licking his lips repeatedly… Congressman Oshima Shigeru, seeing Han Sheng's embarrassed expression, burst into laughter, grabbed a dinner knife, and handed it to Han Sheng, saying, "Mr. Zhu, which part of a woman's body do you prefer to taste? Breasts, genitals, or internal organs?"

Han Sheng withdrew his hand, warily eyeing the Japanese men, his gaze finally turning suspiciously to Kono Ichiro.

To everyone's surprise, Kono Ichiro smiled and said, "Please don't be so polite."

Representative Oshima Shigeru looked at Han Sheng, shook his head with a smile, and said with feigned sigh, "Let me, a descendant of Japanese samurai blood, do it." Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a knife and plunged it into the girl's chest, slicing down her abdomen. Blood gushed out, revealing her internal organs… "Please help yourselves," Director Haruta said impatiently, putting on a thin glove and reaching into the girl's abdominal cavity. He pulled out the uterus and placed it on a porcelain plate, then used the knife to cut open the uterine wall, revealing a pink fetus.

"I won't be polite," Director Haruta grabbed the fetus's head, "crunch," and bit off half of it, chewing as he exclaimed, "It tastes absolutely delicious!"

Oshima Shigeru deftly cut off one of the girl's breasts, placed it on a plate, added seasonings, and ate it with relish.

Seeing Han Sheng's embarrassed expression, Kono Ichiro smiled slightly, reached into the girl's body, pulled out the heart, and handed it to Han Sheng, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhu, this girl's corpse is fake. It was meticulously prepared by a Japanese chef using various ingredients, almost indistinguishable from the real thing. These internal organs are also pig organs, added after cooking. As for the blood, it's just a basic red seasoning. Here, try it."

Han Sheng, initially seeing a young woman's naked body, didn't look at it closely. In his mind, he couldn't believe that a chef would imitate a female corpse to cook, and so realistically. Therefore, he didn't immediately consider the possibility of imitation; otherwise, he would have discovered it long ago.

Han Sheng cautiously tried biting into the "girl's" heart; its taste was not much different from braised pig's heart from the Central Plains.

At this moment, Congressman Oshima Shigeru, Superintendent General Haruta, and Section Chief Nakamura all laughed heartily at Han Sheng.

Seeing that Han Sheng's father had started to speak, Xiao Caihua could no longer resist. He leaped up, clung to the "female corpse," and bit her neck hard... Representative Oshima Shigeru led the applause, praising repeatedly, "Excellent! This legendary baby already possesses the spirit of Bushido at such a young age, truly remarkable!"

Shen Caihua twisted his little bottom fiercely, but after sucking for a while, he only got a mouthful of red sauce, finding the taste extremely unpleasant. So he slowly let go, only to be forcibly pulled away by Han Sheng.

"Mr. Zhu, please try some handcrafted Japanese Fukui Bonsei sake. This was once exclusively for the Emperor, with extremely low production. The raw material is Yamada Nishiki rice, and only 30% of the inside of each grain is used in its production, making it incredibly difficult," Representative Oshima Shigeru said, raising his glass. Han Sheng couldn't

refuse, so he picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. The taste was sweet and very smooth, with a cool and pleasant sensation.

"The unique light flavor of Japanese sake highlights the natural aroma of the raw materials, which is the charm of Japanese sake. The lighter the flavor, the higher the alcohol content, which is quite different from the sake of Central China," Kono explained.

After a few rounds of drinks, Oshima Shigeru, Haruta, and the others were in high spirits and clapped their hands to call in a geisha to perform for them.

Geisha (偘偄偓, geigi) are not prostitutes, but women in Japan who perform in the performing arts. Besides serving food and drink, a large part of their work involves entertaining guests at banquets with dances, music, and instrumental performances. In expensive restaurants and teahouses, businessmen often hire a geisha to accompany them, serving drinks and food, and creating a pleasant atmosphere. This service costs at least $1,000, making it affordable only for wealthy and powerful men in the upper class. Han Sheng stared

in astonishment at the geisha dressed in a bright red kimono, heavily made up, her face covered in white powder—she looked like a reincarnation of the White Bone Demon, he thought.

Kono explained, “Geisha are a unique aspect of Japanese culture. Originally, all geisha were men who earned a living by performing dances and playing musical instruments in brothels and entertainment venues. By the mid-18th century, the geisha profession was gradually taken over by women. They typically begin their training at age 10 and spend five years completing courses in culture, etiquette, language, adornment, poetry, music, and even bowing and serving sake—a very arduous process. After completing their training at 16, they can enter the geisha profession, first as a ‘maiko’ (dancing girl), then as a geisha, and can continue until age 30. After that, they are demoted and become mere accompaniments to younger geisha. Geisha are generally very talkative, knowledgeable about everything from international news to gossip, and they must know how to cater to men's pride, be observant, and understand their emotions to make them completely relaxed.”

“It might be like the story of Li Xiangjun and Hou Chaozong, the courtesans of Qinhuai in traditional operas,” Han Sheng suddenly recalled the story of *The Peach Blossom Fan*, and said.

As the song "Sakura" played softly, the geisha began to dance gracefully, eliciting applause and applause from the Japanese audience.

Suddenly, Han Sheng felt a burning sensation in his chest. He touched it and found it was a relic of the dead, a sign that the spirits of the Japanese soldiers trapped within had sensed the warmth of their homeland.

After the song ended, Representative Oshima Shigeru summoned the geisha to serve Han Sheng wine.

The geisha, exuding fragrance, knelt gracefully beside Han Sheng, gently filling his cup and offering it to his lips.

"I'll do it myself," Han Sheng said shyly.

"My dear," the geisha whispered, her soft body resting on Han Sheng's shoulder, close to his ear.

"She said she likes you," Kono translated from the side.

The geisha glanced at Kono with fiery eyes, ignoring him, and instead leaned forward, opening her red cherry lips to press against Han Sheng's lips... Han Sheng was startled, simultaneously feeling an extremely strong suction force emanating from the geisha's mouth, even sensing a vortex of air.

Kono suddenly realized that the fiery gaze seemed familiar, "Ryoko..." he blurted out involuntarily.

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"You're Ryoko from the Eight-Tailed Clinic!" Kono shouted, grabbing at the geisha with both hands.

The geisha's body jolted violently, her pale face contorting with pain. She abruptly stood up, grabbing Shen Caihua with one hand, and overturning the wooden tray on the table with her other. The fake girl's corpse, stained with bright red condiments, slammed towards Han Sheng and Kono.

Han Sheng was currently wondering why this Japanese geisha, with her red lips only inches away, was generating such a strong suction force. Could this be the corpse-absorbing technique mentioned by Liu Bowen in the *Corpse Clothes Classic*, which originated from the Southern Song Dynasty and traveled to Japan? Just as he was pondering this, the geisha suddenly sprang up, the wooden tray overturned, and the girl's corpse opened its arms to embrace him from mid-air… Startled, Han Sheng activated his fly-eye technique, ducking low and lightly dodging on the ground. Kono, however, couldn't dodge in time and was caught by the fake corpse, his body drenched in bright red fluid.

Han Sheng immediately leaped up, his gaze catching the geisha carrying Shen Caihua into a Japanese-style wooden sliding door, which she then casually closed.

Han Sheng rushed forward, yanked open the door, and saw the geisha disappear into another sliding door. After repeating this several times, they arrived at the back alley of the "Meguro" Hotel. Two black Nissan sedans were waiting, their doors open, and three or four young men in black suits pulled out pistols and held Han Sheng, who was chasing after them, at bay.

Disguised as a geisha, Ryoko possessed immense strength. She gripped the baby tightly under her armpits, refusing to loosen her grip despite Shen Caihua's frantic kicking. She even slapped the child's chubby bottom twice, leaving red handprints.

The pain made Shen Caihua cry out.

Enraged, Han Sheng, forgetting to aim his gun, lunged forward.

"Stop!" Ryoko shouted, simultaneously digging two fingers into Shen Caihua's neck, her long nails digging into his flesh.

Han Sheng dared not act rashly, stopping in his tracks, glaring at her. He recognized her as the nurse who had led the group into the Kono family's house earlier that day.

"What do you want?" Han Sheng asked.

The woman spoke a string of gibberish in Japanese, which Han Sheng couldn't understand a word of.

One of the men with a gun said in broken Chinese, "Mr. Zhu, get in the car, or we'll take the child away."

Liangzi had already pulled Shen Caihua into the front van, the engine roaring. Han Sheng, helpless, had to bend down and climb into the back van. Both cars quickly drove away from the narrow alley.

By the time Officer Kono stumbled after them into the alley, the two black vans were already far away, turning onto Yasukuni Road in front of the Garden Shrine at the end of the alley.

The endless stream of cars on Shinjuku Street in Tokyo was dazzling. Inside the back van, Han Sheng's anxious eyes were fixed on the car in front.

"Mr. Zhu, don't worry, we won't harm the child. You and the child are going to see someone, you understand?" said the man who understood some Chinese.

Han Sheng knew that Kurosawa and his group wanted the Geda prophecy, so they wouldn't harm the baby for the time being.

"What time is it now?" Han Sheng asked.

"9:10 PM," the man replied.

"Sigh, there's less than an hour left before ion time," Han Sheng thought.

Liang Zi turned back to watch Han Sheng get into the sleeping car behind, then released her grip on Shen Caihua's neck with satisfaction. She leaned back in her seat, her gaze falling on the baby.

"Little baby, don't cry, Auntie will rub your bottom," Liang Zi coaxed Shen Caihua, gently stroking the baby's tender, swollen buttocks.

Hmm, this child is a bit strange... Liang Zi stared at the baby's face, seemingly sensing some kind of energy within him. Surprised, she couldn't help but purse her lips and press them against the baby's little mouth, while a powerful suction force arose from her mouth.

Shen Caihua stopped crying. Seeing this strangely dressed woman about to kiss him, he felt both ashamed and afraid. In an instant, he activated the incantation within him, "Taja Aja Chenxi Duochihe Tayun..." He silently recited the second form of the "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees" spell.

Ryoko, sitting in the back seat, suddenly trembled, her gaze gradually becoming hazy. She pushed Shen Caihua aside, reached out and embraced the burly man in the front seat, forcefully turning his head towards her, and then passionately kissed his thick lips… The burly man, initially surprised, slowly began to enjoy it immensely. First, his saliva was sucked into Ryoko's lips with a "sizzling" sound, then the mucus and residue in his esophagus, and finally the undigested food in his stomach, mainly small octopuses, leeks, and bean sprouts.

Two cars drove into a large, tree-shaded courtyard in Shinano-cho, stopping with a creak at the foot of the steps.

"Zhu Hansheng, welcome to Japan," Kurosawa, wearing pajamas and wooden clogs, stood on the steps, arms outstretched, and greeted them warmly.

Han Sheng got out of the car, ignoring him, and walked straight to the car in front. He suddenly pulled open the door, and with a "squeak," Xiao Caihua, naked, jumped out and threw himself into Han Sheng's arms.

Inside the car, Liangzi and the burly man were still passionately kissing, making loud sucking sounds... Kurosawa's expression changed. He silently walked down the steps and stood in front of the car, looking at Liangzi and the man in surprise.

"Separate them," Kurosawa ordered.

Immediately, someone came up and grabbed Liangzi and the man's hair, forcefully pulling them apart. There was still sticky saliva and two long green chives stuck in Liangzi's teeth and at the corners of her mouth.

Only then did Liangzi finally come to her senses, looking at Kurosawa in a daze. She moved her mouth and put the chive leaves back in her mouth.

"Han Sheng, I'm sorry, you must have seen this. Please come in," Kurosawa said with a smile, extending a warm invitation.

Han Sheng carried Shen Caihua into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Hansheng, I heard you bravely fought off the Red Army hijackers on flight Ka876 and even saved Liberal Democratic Party member Oshima Shigeru. Truly admirable!" Kurosawa exclaimed, full of praise.

"Mr. Kurosawa, Wuyuan Taro is Huang Jianguo, isn't he?" Hansheng asked casually.

"Yes, quite a name, isn't it? You want to meet your fellow townsman, right? He's right here." Kurosawa gestured, and a door next to the living room opened, pulling out a wheelchair. Huang Jianguo sat in it, raising his hand to greet Hansheng warmly.

"Hansheng, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, we really are destined..." He shrugged, feigning emotion.

Han Sheng sized up Huang Jianguo and said coldly, "I heard you had a testicle transplant, and it was from a foreigner?"

A smug smile appeared on Huang Jianguo's face: "To be precise, it was the testicle of a black athlete, fully masculine, more than twice the size of a Chinese person's testicle. Today I, Huang Jianguo, finally understand what 'the sick man of East Asia' means..." He paused, then added, "I'm already having a reaction."

Han Sheng was surprised to find that Huang Jianguo's eyes were burning, his gaze intense, giving one an indescribable awkwardness.

Han Sheng looked at Huang Jianguo with disgust and said, "It's a pity Mingyue showed mercy back then, only castrating you, but in the end, she needlessly killed an innocent black man. It would have been better to kill you then, to prevent you from harming the world in the future."

"Mingyue showed mercy? Hmph, look at her, so sinister, her body is like a chicken's tail, limp and lifeless, without a single muscle or hair. Just looking at her makes me uncomfortable. To be honest, Han Sheng, you are a pitiful and charming person..." Huang Jianguo said shyly, his eyes like water and his cheeks flushed.

Han Sheng was shocked to hear this. He looked closely and felt that Huang Jianguo seemed to be emanating a kind of effeminate and demonic aura... Han Sheng remembered that the "Qing Nang Jing" said that people in the world are divided into five types of people: Taiyin, Shaoyin, Taiyang, Shaoyang, and those who are in harmony with Yin and Yang. Among them, the Taiyin people are greedy and unkind, fond of internal affairs and averse to external affairs, full of desires and lacking in trust, and not working with the times. Those of the Lesser Yin type are petty and greedy, with a thieving heart. They are prone to harming others when they see them die, and become enraged when others are tolerant. They are quick-tempered and ungrateful. Those of the Greater Yang type are ambitious but have uneventful lives. They love to talk about grand things, are incompetent yet boastful, their ambitions are boundless, and their actions disregard right and wrong. Even when they fail, they are never regretful. Those of the Lesser Yang type are prone to self-reproach, feel superior even with minor official positions, and are fond of diplomacy but not of internal subservience. Only those of balanced Yin and Yang dwell in tranquility, without fear or elation, yielding to circumstances, sometimes not contending, adapting to the times, humble when respected, and discussing matters without seeking power—this is the ultimate state of governance.

Huang Jianguo and his son originally belonged to the Greater Yang type. Although they had ambitions to rule the Central Plains, their Yin-Yang imbalance and character flaws prevented them from achieving great things; it was merely wishful thinking. However, what we see today is that Huang Jianguo is also exhibiting characteristics of the Greater Yin type.

In this world, extreme masculinity, like the robust and masculine Wu Song, and extreme femininity, like the delicate and feminine Lin Daiyu, are rare among the masses. Most men and women are transitional types between these two extremes. Southern men are often gentle, while northern men are often tough; northern women are often fierce, while southern women are often gentle. Therefore, people's sexual psychology also lies between these two extremes, leaning left or right, leaning towards masculinity, leaning towards femininity, or exhibiting both.

"Do you still have any lingering feelings for Mingyue?" Han Sheng asked tentatively.

"Hahaha, what is Mingyue? She's not as captivating as Mr. Heize!" Huang Jianguo said, covering his mouth and feigning a charming shyness.

Han Sheng was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth, and even Heize, sitting beside him, was stunned, staring at Huang Jianguo in bewilderment.

"Jianguo-kun, what did you say?" Heize said, utterly astonished.

"Guan Guan cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river; a fair maiden seeks a fair maiden..." Huang Jianguo recited lines from the Book of Songs, his face flushed, unaware that he had altered the subject.

Hei Ze and Han Sheng exchanged bewildered glances...

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Han Sheng sat on a single sofa, holding Xiao Caihua in his arms, staring at the red handprint on the baby's bottom, utterly enraged.

"Oh... who spanked this child? How could they be so cruel?" Hei Ze said, frowning. Han

Sheng retorted angrily, "Mr. Hei Ze, bring us here, and say what you have to say. I have other things to do."

"Alright, speak your mind, Han Sheng. As long as you hand over the old sheepskin with the prophecy of Geda, I guarantee I won't make things difficult for you and the child," Hei Ze said sincerely.

"I heard from Feng Sheng that Huang Jianguo stole that old sheepskin and gave it to you, didn't he?" Han Sheng replied calmly.

"That's a fake. Although the imitation is almost indistinguishable from the real thing, it couldn't escape my keen eyes," Heize sneered.

"The old sheepskin that Danba Lama gave me was stolen by Master Jin in the jungles of Myitkyina. I only have this one. Could it be that the old Danba Lama originally gave me a fake?" Han Sheng frowned, pretending to ponder, "Perhaps his purpose was to divert your attention..."

Heize chuckled and said, "That's impossible. Not long after you left Yonghe Temple, Danba Lama died. He didn't have any further contact with outsiders."

"Master Jin, Professor Liu, and Xiao Yanfang have all been by his side the whole time," Han Sheng reminded him.

Heize shook his head: "If it were in their hands, these people wouldn't be bothering you so much."

Huang Jianguo, his face flushed, stared intently at Han Sheng with burning eyes, and softly advised: "Han Sheng, that prophecy is of no use to you. Why not give it to Mr. Heize, and then we can share a room, talk by candlelight, reminisce about the customs and culture of our hometown Wuyuan, drink and laugh, and forget the troubles of the world? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Han Sheng glanced at Huang Jianguo with disdain and sneered, "Huang Jianguo, you really disgrace the people of Wuyuan." Then he picked up Shen Caihua and slowly stood up, saying to Heize: "I'm sorry, Mr. Heize, I can't help you. Farewell."

Heize chuckled coldly, snorted, and said: "Zhu Han Sheng, I've seen how fast you run, but that doesn't necessarily mean I can't stop you..." As he spoke, he gently pressed a hidden button on the sofa with his fingers hanging down on the side of the sofa.

Beneath the single sofa where Han Sheng was sitting, a tendon as thick as a finger silently sprang out and wrapped around his ankles with lightning speed… Holding the baby, Han Sheng hadn't noticed the mechanism beneath his feet. The tendon rope tightened, causing him to lose his balance, stumble, and his knees buckled, forcing him to sit back down on the sofa.

“Hahaha, Han Sheng,” Kurosawa laughed mockingly, “Now that I know your superpowers, how could I not restrain you? Now that your lightning-fast legs can't run anymore, I can slowly make you tell the truth.”

Han Sheng twisted his legs a few times, but the tendons only tightened, digging deep into his flesh.

The world of martial arts was treacherous, and one could never be too careful… Han Sheng finally understood this.

Kurosawa stood up with a smile and walked to Han Sheng, looking him up and down before speaking with a forced smile: “Zhu Han Sheng, you’ve fallen into the hands of the Japanese Corpse-Cutting Cult today. You can’t possibly hide any secrets. I think you might not know much about the Corpse-Cutting Cult, right?”

Han Sheng calmed himself, mentally calculating how to escape, while saying in a mocking tone, “Isn’t Onizuka your leader? What Corpse-Cutting Cult? They’re nothing but a bunch of cunning people.”

“Go on…” Kurosawa nodded.

"You Yin people live by consuming corpse energy. Originating from the Central Plains, you specialize in nocturnal activities, robbing graves and feeding on rotting corpses. You incur great public resentment, and thus, successive dynasties and the common people have hunted you down. Unable to establish yourself in the Central Plains after the Southern Song Dynasty, you fled east to Japan. Mr. Kurosawa, please undress and let me see those lividity marks that only appear on corpses," Han Sheng said calmly.

Kurosawa smiled and obediently undressed, revealing a voluptuous body. Sure enough, two pale blue marks, like plum blossoms, surrounded two brown nipples the size of soybeans,

faintly visible. "It seems your skill is far inferior to that of the cult leader, Onizuka. It's a pity that after Onizuka's death, you devoured him. You truly deserve to be called the number one evil cult in the world today," Han Sheng said disdainfully.

"Thank you for the compliment, I am truly honored," Kurosawa nodded smugly, then his expression changed, and he said in a rather impassioned tone, "But you don't know, the true leader of the Corpse-Slaying Cult is me, Kurosawa, and Onizuka is merely a puppet on the front stage. Furthermore, I must tell you that Wuyuan Taro, your cousin and fellow villager Huang Jianguo, has already been appointed as the head of the Chinese branch of the Corpse-Slaying Cult, and we will use the power of the Taiji Yin Aura to help him take over the Central Plains in ten years. You probably don't understand, but we Yin people, who have been away from our homeland for over 700 years, are about to return to the Central Plains..."

"Huang Jianguo? For him to take over the Central Plains is simply wishful thinking." Han Sheng couldn't help but smile as he thought of the female skeleton sitting cross-legged within the Taiji Yin Aura.

"You don't believe in the power of the Taiji Yin Aura?" Kurosawa asked doubtfully.

Han Sheng finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's not that I don't believe in the Taiji Yin Yun, it's just that the person buried there isn't Grandpa Huang at all."

"You're talking nonsense!" Huang Jianguo was shocked to hear this and hurriedly confessed to Hei Ze, "I buried my grandfather alive with my own hands, and he was even talking to me while I was filling the grave."

Hei Ze looked at Huang Jianguo with suspicion.

"Mr. Hei Ze, please don't believe him. The person buried in the Taiji Yin Yun is indeed my grandfather. That Hong Kong feng shui master Wu Daoming and Wu Chushan even tried to deceive my father, saying that they wanted to bury my grandfather upside down. Fortunately, we saw through their scheme in time, and he was buried headfirst. What I'm saying is absolutely true." Huang Jianguo argued, his face flushed.

Kurosawa's face was ashen, his piercing gaze fixed on Han Sheng as he said, "You say the burial place in the Taiji Yin Aura isn't Huang Jianguo's grandfather? What proof do you have?"

"Hmph," Han Sheng replied, meeting Kurosawa's clear gaze, "a few days ago, Uncle Shanren and I specifically went to dig up the Taiji Yin Aura. We didn't find Old Master Huang's body at all, only a skeleton of a woman from many years ago, sitting cross-legged beneath the five-colored soil. You must know that the Taiji Yin Aura is a place where the magnetic fields of heaven and earth converge, a dragon's lair rarely found in a thousand years. The corpse

there would never decompose. If what Huang Jianguo said is true, then where is Old Master Huang's body?" Kurosawa knew that Han Sheng was never one to lie. "Could someone have secretly switched it?" he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

"Whose skeleton was that woman?" Kurosawa asked gently.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "Uncle Shanren and I are also completely baffled by this."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. After Grandpa buried it, Uncle personally guarded it until Yin and Yang and the Five Elements were completely integrated before he withdrew the guards," Huang Jianguo muttered, shaking his head beside him.

Kurosawa pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "It seems we must go back and see for ourselves to know the truth of this matter."

"If you don't believe me, I can take you to the Taiji Yin Aura, dig it up and see for yourselves," Han Sheng said dismissively.

"No, you can't go, Han Sheng. You know too much. We can't take this risk," Kurosawa said coldly, shaking his head.

"Do you want to kill me?" Han Sheng asked calmly.

"Yes," Kurosawa chuckled sinisterly, "How could I kill the hero of flight Ka876 in the hearts of the Japanese people?"

"Then what do you want?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"Jianguo, your corpse-sucking technique has reached a certain level of proficiency, hasn't it? You're fellow countrymen, and both Chinese, so Hansheng will be yours to suck. Make sure you're well-prepared; plug his ears, nose, anus, and urethra with cotton balls." Heize instructed Huang Jianguo in a shrill voice.

Huang Jianguo was overjoyed. He licked his lips with his wet tongue, two blushes rose on his cheeks, and his eyes shone with lust. Gazing at Hansheng's muscular body, he murmured, "I want to... rape him first, then kill him." Heize

nodded with a lewd grin, then turned and sternly questioned Hansheng, "Zhu Hansheng, I'll ask you one last time, are you really unwilling to hand over the old sheepskin Danba entrusted to you?"

Hansheng's stubbornness flared. He turned his head away, ignoring him, but his heart was burning with anxiety. Although his fly-eyes could activate, his feet wouldn't move. How could he escape?

At this moment, Shen Caihua, his dark eyes wide, reached out and wrapped his arms around Han Sheng's neck. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, he whispered in his ear, "Daddy Han Sheng, do you want me to help you bite through the ropes on your feet?"

Han Sheng looked at him, his heart warming, and gestured with his eyes for him to do it immediately.

Little Caihua quietly slid off Han Sheng's body onto the ground, simultaneously grinning and revealing two rows of sharp, white teeth... Kurosawa shouted, "Ryoko!"

Still dressed as a geisha, Ryoko, who had regained her senses, was already standing behind Han Sheng. Upon hearing this, she swiftly reached out, grabbed the baby's arm, lifted him up, and then delivered a vicious slap, striking little Caihua's tender bottom with all her might.

"Wah!" Shen Caihua cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"How could you bully our legendary baby like this?" At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, accompanied by a stern rebuke.

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In the blink of an eye, the speaker had entered the room. This man had graying white hair, a dignified and imposing presence, and was none other than Liberal Democratic Party Representative Shigeru Oshima.

Han Sheng was secretly delighted, glancing towards the door, thinking that since he had seen the representative, Inspector Kono should have arrived by now.

"Kurosawa-kun, you should have a kind heart towards children. This baby's behavior on the plane can be described as both intelligent and brave. I hope we can keep him in Japan for education; he will surely become a pillar of our Corpse-Slaying Cult in the future," said Representative Shigeru Oshima.

Kurosawa chuckled and said, "Shigeru Oshima-kun, you don't know, don't be fooled by this baby's chubby and adorable appearance. He's incredibly cunning; even adults can be tricked by him. You absolutely have to be careful."

Shigeru Oshima seemed unconvinced, but nodded nonetheless, then said rather smugly, "Thanks to today's hijacking incident, the Liberal Democratic Party's approval rating has risen by another fifteen percentage points. As the party's next presidential candidate, my fearless samurai spirit on flight KA876 has propelled me past Mimako Yamada in the party's approval rating. Hmph, how can a woman lead the Yamato people? As long as the Liberal Democratic Party remains in power in the next general election, I will secure my position as the next Prime Minister of Japan."

"Congratulations, Shigeru Oshima-kun, but I hope you don't forget that even as Prime Minister, you will always be a member of the Corpse-Slaying Cult," Kurosawa said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Representative Oshima Shigeru's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly said, "Kurosawa-kun, no, Master, please rest assured, how could I forget? It was Master who eliminated several stumbling blocks within the party, which made my career so smooth."

"It's good that you haven't forgotten," Kurosawa's expression softened, and he said kindly, "You rushed here from the 'Meguro' Hotel in Kabukicho, is there something important?"

"Well, Chief Inspector Haruta of the Metropolitan Police Department has begun mobilizing the entire Tokyo police force to deploy a search and rescue operation for Zhu Hansheng and his son. Moreover, I heard that you, Master, have been added to the suspect list, and it's no longer safe here, so I came here specifically to inform you to move immediately." Oshima Shigeru whispered mysteriously in his ear.

"Oh," Kurosawa was taken aback, then turned to look at Hansheng and asked coldly, "Hansheng, did you tell the police my name?"

Hansheng looked at Kurosawa with clear eyes and admitted, "Yes, I did."

"Ryoko, tie up the baby and Hansheng, and move them immediately." Kurosawa ordered sternly.

"Master, I'll take my leave now." Representative Oshima Shigeru hurriedly left.

A few minutes later, Shen Caihua's chubby little body was viciously bound with hemp rope several times by Ryoko, the rope even digging into his flesh. Humiliation tears welled up in the baby's eyes.

Han Sheng was also bound hand and foot. Kurosawa ordered his men to lift him and transport him to the van in the yard, thinking that as long as his feet weren't freed, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Mr. Kurosawa, please allow me to watch over him, okay?" Huang Jianguo volunteered, speaking softly. Kurosawa nodded in agreement.

In the van, Han Sheng and Shen Caihua sat side by side, with Huang Jianguo and two other armed men beside them. Kurosawa jumped into the passenger seat, and under the escort of several cars, the van slowly drove out of the yard.

Tokyo at night, skyscrapers, traffic, and tourists thronged the streets. Colorful neon lights flashed past the car windows from time to time. The convoy passed the Meiji Memorial Hall and the Jingu Gaien Garden, continuing south. Shortly after crossing Qingshan Road, a lush forest appeared to the right, quietly hidden in the moonlight. In the darkness, tiny green fireflies could be faintly seen floating and drifting among the trees.

Han Sheng knew these were will-o'-the-wisps—a natural phenomenon caused by phosphorus gas released from the decomposition of corpses after death, seeping into the air through cracks in the soil. He had seen many of these in the jungles of the Savage Mountain in Myanmar.

"Is that a cemetery?" Han Sheng asked, already feeling the relic on his chest burning.

"Tokyo Aoyama Cemetery," Kurosawa said without turning his head.

Han Sheng was overjoyed and then asked, "What time is it?"

Kurosawa glanced at his watch and replied, "11 p.m.." Midnight

had arrived. Thinking this, Han Sheng leaned close to Caihua's ear and whispered, "Caihua, Daddy wants to release the soul inside the relic. Help me with a healing incantation."

"How can I help?" the ghost infant asked weakly in a low voice.

Han Sheng pondered that Shen Caihua was still too young; his internal energy couldn't be controlled by willpower. It was entirely driven by his emotions, like someone who had been slapped by Liangzi and was so focused on crying that he forgot everything else.

"Caihua, wait a minute. Look at the Zhuyou relic, and think about how many people inside want to come out. You have to open the door, understand?" Han Sheng coaxed patiently.

Shen Caihua nodded obediently.

Han Sheng calmed himself down and then said to Huang Jianguo, who was sitting beside him staring at him with a lecherous look, "There's a bone relic in my undershirt that's burning hot and making me very uncomfortable. Take it out."

Huang Jianguo smiled sweetly, flattered, and gently reached out his finger, trembling, into Han Sheng's undershirt. He first touched Han Sheng's firm pectoral muscles a couple of times before pinching the warm Zhuyou relic and pulling his hand out.

"What is this?" Kurosawa turned his head, looking at the relic held in Huang Jianguo's palm, and asked in confusion.

"This is a human bone relic," Han Sheng replied perfunctorily, glancing furtively at Shen Caihua, noticing the baby's eyes intently staring at the relic.

"Wow, it's quite hot!" Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise.

"How can something like a gallstone be warm?" Kurosawa said suspiciously, holding out his hand. "Let me see it."

Hurry, little Caihua... Han Sheng called out anxiously in his heart.

"Your promise, our promise, thank you..." At this moment, Han Sheng heard a broken Chinese sentence in his subconscious, followed by a series of orderly footsteps, growing louder and louder... The little mouth of the ghost infant Shen Caihua was uttering a series of strange musical notes... Han Sheng's consciousness felt the vibration, the resonant frequency growing stronger and stronger, his skull feeling as if it were being pierced by needles, his fly-like eyes slowly opening, seeing that the car was filled with white mist, growing thicker and thicker, the air seemingly suffocating, until finally the car windows could not withstand the internal pressure and burst with "crackling" sounds... The van suddenly went out of control and plunged into the moat beside the road.

In his fly-like eyes, the car was slowly driving towards the river, so Han Sheng still had time to take action. With a thought, he moved his body in time to protect little Caihua on the seat.

With a "plop," water splashed everywhere as the van plunged headfirst into the water. The icy river water rushed in through the empty windows, creating ripples before quickly sinking to the bottom.

Han Sheng used the first move of his "Hysterical Divine Skill," "Old Ox Holding Its Breath." Since his hands and feet were tightly bound, he could only open his mouth and bite the rope binding Shen Caihua, lifting him up and pushing him out the window. Then, he strained his eyes, searching for the Zhuyou Relic in the shadows. It contained the ancestor's soul; he couldn't lose it.

The Zhuyou Relic was embedded in the corner of the seat. Han Sheng struggled for a long time before finally managing to stick his head in and hold it in his mouth. Then, he twisted his body and floated out of the window. A quick glance revealed Huang Jianguo and Hei Ze drinking water, bubbles rising to their faces.

In the several meters of water, Han Sheng, in desperation, had no choice but to swallow the relic of the Zhuyou sect.

He then continued to carry the ghost infant in his teeth, struggling to move his bound legs like a dolphin, swimming away into the distance. On the highway, two cars following closely behind saw the van lose control and plunge into the river. They braked hastily, shouting in panic. Several of the drivers, who could swim, jumped into the water to rescue Hei Ze and the others trapped inside.

Meanwhile, dozens of meters away on the bank, under a hidden thicket of trees, Han Sheng used his teeth to pull Shen Caihua ashore.

"Wake up, Caihua, wake up..." Han Sheng called anxiously in a soft voice.

"I'm alright, Daddy Han Sheng," Shen Caihua opened his dark eyes, spitting out several mouthfuls of river water, then grinned.

Han Sheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He glanced at the Corpse-Slaying Cult members who were busy at work, then looked down at Shen Caihua and asked, "Can you bite through the ropes binding me now?"

The ghost baby nodded confidently. Han Sheng brought the ropes binding his body close to the infant's mouth. Little Caihua bared his sharp, white teeth and snapped the finger-thick, wet rope in two... Han Sheng was overjoyed; his hands were finally free. He quickly untied the tendons binding his ankles and then tore off all the ropes binding the baby.

Under the moonlight, Han Sheng picked up the ghost baby and silently stood up.

"Daddy Han Sheng, I want Mo Mo... and the suction cup," Shen Caihua nestled in Han Sheng's arms, looking up at him with a pitiful expression.

"Alright, let's go back and get the suction cup, and go find Mo Mo together," Han Sheng said, his eyes now revealing a resolute determination, like many seasoned veterans.

Chapter 373

The cool moonlight quietly shone on the gate of Aoyama Cemetery in Minami-Aoyama 2-chome. Many famous Japanese politicians, scholars, and writers are buried here, such as Okubo Toshimichi, Kunikida Doppo, and Yoshida Shigeru.

After nightfall, locals rarely dared to pass through this area. It was said that many of Tokyo's paranormal events occurred here, and newspapers frequently reported that taxi drivers, after dropping off passengers at the cemetery late at night, would find their passengers missing when they were ready to collect payment.

Shiga, a young taxi driver, had just dropped off several girls at Sacred Heart Women's University and was returning to Shinjuku. The image of a beautiful girl in his taxi kept replaying in his mind. By the time he realized it, his taxi had already passed Nishi-Azabu and arrived in Minami-Aoyama.

A chill ran down Shiga's spine. Sigh, this was the only way to get past the main gate of Aoyama Cemetery. He hoped nothing bad would happen to him.

But he still saw it… At the entrance of Qingshan Cemetery, a man soaking wet stood waving at him for a taxi. As he got closer, he saw that the man was holding a baby with a bare body… Oh no, it must be two drowned ghosts, one big and one small! Shiga was terrified, his eyes wide, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, rushing forward recklessly. Faster, faster! He floored the accelerator, the car speeding like lightning.

The car door slammed shut, a sudden gust of cold air rushed in, and in the rearview mirror, he saw those two drowned ghosts in the back seat… Oh my god! Shiga screamed inwardly, a chill running down his neck, he almost fainted.

The Qingshan intersection ahead was brightly lit, with police setting up roadblocks, waving red stop signs, signaling him to pull over.

Shiga slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the pavement. Before the car had come to a complete stop, he flung open the door and jumped out, screaming at the top of his lungs, "A ghost! A ghost!"

The police, guns drawn, quickly surrounded the car.

Hansheng, carrying Shen Caihua, stepped out of the car. His clothes were still soaking wet; the sudden braking had made the baby nauseous. He vomited out a small fish, which landed at the police officers' feet, still lively.

The police officers stared in disbelief at the live fish the baby had vomited, exchanging bewildered glances. Had they really encountered a ghost?

"What are you?" one officer mustered the courage to ask.

Hansheng, unable to understand Japanese, thought for a moment and pulled out his soaked plane ticket from his pocket, handing it to the officer.

"ka876..." the policeman exclaimed in surprise, "Zhu Hansheng!"

The policemen immediately became excited, and someone quickly reported to the Metropolitan Police Department that they had found Zhu Hansheng and his son from Hong Kong.

Soon, several police cars sped over, and Chief Nakamura and Officer Kono arrived.

"What did you say!" Officer Kono's face turned pale, and he muttered, "Member Oshima Shigeru and Kurosawa and Wuyuan Taro are in cahoots?"

"They are all members of the Corpse-Cutting Cult," Hansheng added.

"The Corpse-Cutting Cult?" Chief Nakamura frowned after listening to Kono's translation, and his expression became extremely tense.

"Chief, you know about the 'Corpse-Cutting Cult'?" Kono noticed that his superior's expression was a little off, so he asked in a low voice.

Nakamura pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Legend has it that during the 'Onin War' at the end of the Ashikaga clan's Muromachi period, 'yin people' from the Central Plains participated in the rebellion, which continued into the Azuchi period. Oda Nobunaga committed suicide during the Honnoji Incident, but Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a senior retainer of the Oda clan, determined that it was the work of the 'Corpse-Cutting Cult' of yin people, and therefore ordered a comprehensive extermination of yin people. Since the Edo period, there has been no further news about yin people in the entire Japanese archipelago. Of course, these are all legends, and whether this 'Corpse-Cutting Cult' actually existed in history is a matter of much debate and disagreement among historians."

"Mr. Zhu, are you sure they are the 'Corpse-Cutting Cult'?" Kono asked doubtfully.

"Definitely. They usually operate at night, digging graves and absorbing corpse energy; they are very sinister," Han Sheng nodded.

"Do they have any characteristics that distinguish them from ordinary people?" Kono asked.

"Yes, yin people have corpse spots on their bodies; the higher their skill, the more vibrant the color," Han Sheng explained.

"Officer Kono, take Mr. Zhu and his son back to the haunted house. Take a statement from Mr. Zhu and have him sign it; classify it as top secret. Also, don't tell anyone about Congressman Oshima Shigeru and the Corpse-Cutting Cult, understand?" Chief Nakamura instructed, then muttered to himself, "If this is true, it's hard to guarantee that the Corpse-Cutting Cult hasn't infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department. My God, the next Prime Minister of Japan might be a member of the Corpse-Cutting Cult, which has existed since the Azuchi period. This is terrifying..."

Officer Kono, with a heavy heart, led Han Sheng and Shen Caihua back to the "haunted house" next to Nogi Shrine, while Chief Nakamura led his men straight to Aoyama Cemetery to arrest Kurosawa and Wuyuan Taro's group.

When they arrived at the scene of the river crash that Han Sheng had described, they could vaguely see many car glass shards scattered on the road, but there was no trace of Kurosawa and his group.

"Go down into the water and check," Chief Nakamura ordered.

Two police officers, both strong swimmers, stripped off their clothes and dived into the moat.

"Report! We've spotted a van underwater!" one officer reported, surfacing.

"Check if anyone's still inside," Nakamura ordered, simultaneously instructing his subordinate to use the vehicle's radio to notify headquarters to immediately dispatch an accident recovery crane.

The van was empty. The crane extended its boom and slowly lifted it to the surface, then transferred it to a truck, ready to be towed back to the Metropolitan Police Department for rigorous examination, fingerprinting, and to identify the owner.

"Notify headquarters to immediately send several divers for an underwater search; don't miss an inch of the bottom," Nakamura commanded.

"Yes, sir," the subordinate replied.

It seemed this might be true… Chief Nakamura's heart sank.

The phone on the table in the "haunted house" rang, and Kono picked up the receiver.

"The van that crashed was indeed found in the river next to Aoyama Cemetery. It seems Mr. Zhu's account is true. Kurosawa and the others are currently on the run. I've already consulted with Chief Inspector Haruta, and we'll put them on a plane back to Hong Kong tomorrow. Every extra day they stay in Tokyo increases the danger. As for the 'Corpse-Slaying Cult' and the involvement of Congressman Oshima Shigeru, I need to consider it carefully and shouldn't reveal anything for now. Remember, after what happened on flight KA876, Mr. Zhu and his son are like heroes in the eyes of the Japanese people. If something happens to them, the Metropolitan Police Department won't be able to explain it to the public," Chief Nakamura said worriedly.

"Yes," Kono replied.

"Remember, put them on the plane secretly. Don't let them take the originally booked return flight, to prevent Kurosawa and the Red Army from sabotaging it," Nakamura instructed.

“I understand,” Kono nodded, deeply impressed by his superior’s foresight.

After lights out, Xiao Caihua, exhausted from all the commotion, fell fast asleep. Han Sheng lay fully clothed on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Tomorrow he would return to Hong Kong, and even more arduous tasks awaited him: returning to the jungles of Indochina to find Mo Mo’s whereabouts.

Kono was even more sleepless. Since boarding flight KA876, less than 24 hours had passed, yet so much had happened—it was truly breathtaking. This 'Corpse-Slaying Cult,' what kind of organization was it that had even dragged in the next Japanese prime ministerial candidate? The more he thought about it, the more excited

he became. He simply got out of bed, put on his robe, and went to the balcony outside the living room. Standing silently in the darkness, he let the cool, damp, and slightly salty Tokyo Bay breeze caress his face, invigorating him as he began to consider his actions after dawn.

Unbeknownst to Kono, less than two kilometers away, on the rooftop of an ordinary building, a sniper was lying prone, armed with an American Barrett .50mm sniper rifle, clearly visible through a 10x night vision scope. The

Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle, known as the "Kiss of Death," is incredibly powerful; even a single shot to the arm could tear a person to pieces. With an effective range of 2000 meters and near-perfect accuracy, each rifle can fetch up to two thousand dollars in the US market.

The "haunted house" was chosen specifically to ensure there were no buildings in front of the windows to prevent prying eyes; the window was nearly two kilometers from the nearest building, thus deemed absolutely safe. But no one could have predicted that the United States, across the ocean, would invent such a long-range sniper rifle.

When Representative Oshima learned that Han Sheng had escaped from Kurosawa, he was terrified, as Han Sheng now knew his secrets and needed to be eliminated quickly. He used an inside contact to find the secret phone number of the "haunted house" he had previously spoken to, located the house's address, and dispatched a calm sniper to kill the Hong Konger, Zhu Han Sheng.

This time, the Barrett sniper rifle used Norwegian-made Raufoss multi-purpose bullets, capable of penetrating armor and exploding into fire, even destroying helicopters and light armored vehicles. The gunman was confident that no one could escape his gun.

Hearing Kono's footsteps, Han Sheng quietly got out of bed and went to the balcony. The two chatted, with Han Sheng explaining some knowledge about the "Corpse Interception Cult" to Kono.

Two kilometers away, the sniper on the rooftop subtly moved the night vision goggles of his Barrett sniper rifle, securing them securely to Han Sheng, and then pulled the trigger…

Chapter 374

Han Sheng was completely unaware of the faint flash of light on the rooftop of the building two kilometers away, still talking to Kono.

The supersonic bullet from the Raufoss struck Han Sheng approximately six seconds after leaving the barrel. The assassin, observing through the night vision goggles, grinned. The "Kiss of Death" sniper rifle always killed with a single shot, no second shot needed.

Han Sheng didn't sense the approaching danger, but the hidden power within his skull a few seconds later detected the approaching warhead. His fly-eye ability activated instantly, and he even saw the glow produced by the warhead's friction with the air… Han Sheng shoved Kono aside and dodged quickly, feeling a burning sensation on his face—the heat from the Raufoss supersonic warhead squeezing the air as it grazed his cheek. The

warhead flew at high speed past the open balcony door and the living room, pierced the wooden door, and penetrated the wall of the house opposite, finally exploding inside with a deafening roar and sparks flying everywhere. The two interior walls in the corridor collapsed with a crash, and the raging flames illuminated the "haunted house."

In the firelight, Shen Caihua, naked and drowsy, stood in the center of the room… Two kilometers away, the professional assassin, looking through the sniper scope of his night vision rifle, was astonished to see that the target had dodged the bullet in an instant. A blinding bright spot burst through the light green viewfinder, instantly covering the entire lens. The assassin knew that after the night vision device's concealment effect, he had no second chance. He grabbed the walkie-talkie beside him and notified the car waiting by the roadside, “Operation failed, target not eliminated,” he said dejectedly.

Han Sheng grabbed He Ye and rushed into the house, then picked up Xiao Caihua and jumped over the broken wall, preparing to run down the corridor.

He Ye, now recovered, kept cursing, “Damn it, it must be the ‘Corpse-Slaying Cult’.” Lying

in the corridor was a woman covered in blood; she was a resident of the opposite house, thrown into the corridor by the shockwave of the explosion, blood foaming from her mouth, softly groaning.

Han Sheng stopped and crouched down to look. He saw that the woman's leg had been blown off, and blood was gushing out.

"A ruptured artery; we need to stop the bleeding first," Han Sheng said, tearing a strip of cloth from the woman's robe and tightly tying it above her severed limb.

"An ambulance will be here soon," Kono said anxiously. Protecting Mr. Zhu was the most important thing now.

"Waiting for rescue is too late," Han Sheng quickly stopped the bleeding and said, "We can go now."

They ran to the underground parking lot, got into Kono's unmarked police car, and sped away from the "haunted house" building onto the street. Fire trucks and ambulances roared past with their sirens blaring.

"Mr. Zhu, it seems the situation is getting more and more dangerous. Let's quietly get to Haneda Airport, and you and your son can take the earliest flight back to Hong Kong," Kono said anxiously.

Kono hailed a taxi, and the three of them arrived at Haneda Airport. They learned that the earliest flight to Hong Kong was at 7:15 AM, operated by China Airlines.

Kono used Hansheng's passport to buy tickets, revealed his Metropolitan Police Department identification, and escorted them to the VIP lounge. He then asked for a blanket to wrap Shen Caihua in and put him to sleep on a sofa.

"Isn't that the Hong Kong father and son from flight KA876?" an airport night shift worker whispered, gesturing.

At 7:15 AM, China Airlines flight CI611 took off on time from Tokyo's Haneda Airport.

It was a Boeing 737, and there weren't many passengers on the early morning flight, only about sixty or seventy. With the help of a flight attendant, Hansheng lifted the armrest and let Xiao Caihua lie down across a row of seats to sleep, covering him with a blanket.

The pilot, He Guofu, was China Airlines' most experienced veteran pilot. A native of Miaoli County, he had served in the Taiwan Air Force and flown F-104 Phantom fighter-bombers.

The Boeing 737 was flying normally at a cruising altitude of 9,000 meters, with the vast ocean below. He Guofu checked the flight coordinates and realized they had already crossed the Yellow Sea and entered the East China Sea.

"CI611, this is the Taipei Songshan Flight Control Center. There is a large thunderstorm cloud directly ahead of you. Please detour 20 degrees east." At that moment, the call came over the radio from the Taipei Songshan Airport ground control center.

"CI611, understood," He Guofu replied, then gently maneuvered the aircraft to the left. Just then, an accident occurred. A muffled thud was heard in the cabin, followed by a violent shaking of the entire aircraft… When the explosion occurred in the cargo hold, Han Sheng and Xiao Caihua were in the restroom. The ghost baby, perhaps feeling a bit chilled, was having diarrhea.

First came a muffled explosion, followed by violent shaking of the plane, then a hissing sound. What was happening? Han Sheng's heart tightened. After the baby finished urinating, he quickly wiped Xiao Caihua's bottom clean and reached for the toilet door. But the door wouldn't budge. Han Sheng knocked urgently, thinking someone was blocking it from the outside. Just then, with a whoosh, the plane seemed to stall, tilting and plunging towards the sea. Han Sheng braced himself against the toilet wall, trying his best to protect the baby.

Inside the cockpit, the co-pilot was frantically calling out over the radio: "Emergency! Emergency! An explosion has occurred on flight CI611, the pressure is dropping rapidly, Songshan, Songshan..."

In the cabin, the oxygen masks above the seats had all deployed, and people were screaming and tense as they put them on, their faces ashen. Some passengers looked out the window and were astonished to see a large number of suitcases, backpacks, and other items being flung into the air from under the fuselage, even a stroller... He Guofu put on an oxygen mask, but the instruments showed that the oxygen level and the cabin pressure were dropping rapidly. He knew very well that the fuselage was damaged, the oxygen supply system was compromised, and pressure was leaking out. There was no time to lose; he pushed the control stick down, rapidly lowering the nose of the plane, hoping to descend to below 3,000 meters where there would be sufficient oxygen before the plane completely depressurized, otherwise everyone would suffocate.

"Old He, are we going to die?" the young co-pilot gasped, asking in utter terror.

He Guofu gave a wry smile and replied as calmly as possible, "I don't know either. Notify the ground to prepare for an emergency landing."

As the shrill screams grew louder, Han Sheng's heart pounded. The feeling of weightlessness was unbearable. He could hear the screams outside the toilet gradually weakening until they disappeared completely.

The toilets on the Boeing 737 were tightly sealed. Although the pressure inside the cabin was dropping rapidly, only a small amount of air was escaping from the toilets. Due to the significant pressure difference between the inside and outside, the toilet doors still couldn't be opened.

Shen Caihua felt his heart sinking, feeling extremely uncomfortable. So, he simply braced himself with his hands, stuck out his buttocks, and did a headstand, seemingly quite at ease.

The air traffic control center at Taipei Songshan Airport was in complete chaos. The airport was closed, and aircraft in the area were notified to take emergency evasive action or divert to other airports. At the same time, aircraft around the runway were immediately evacuated, and all airport fire trucks were deployed to spray hundreds of meters of anti-slip and cooling foam on the runway. Medical rescue personnel were ready to go.

Flight CI611 was rapidly descending. Pilot He Guofu felt short of breath and turned to see the young co-pilot had fainted. He Guofu's eyes remained fixed on the altimeter on the instrument panel: 6000 meters, 5500 meters, 5000 meters, 4500 meters, 4000 meters—faster! Faster! His lungs felt like they were about to explode, his eyes bulged, and his mind continued to race… Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a breath of cool air slowly entered his lungs, and his mind gradually cleared. He exhaled; the plane had finally descended below 3000 meters.

“Flight attendant, please report the passenger situation,” he weakly called into the radio.

There was no response… High altitude and oxygen deprivation meant that perhaps no one had survived, he thought sadly.

Han Sheng tried to open the lavatory door again, and to his surprise, it opened easily. He carried Shen Caihua out of the lavatory and into the aisle of the cabin.

A nauseating stench filled the cabin. People in their seats were slumped over, unconscious, foaming at the mouth, incontinent, their groins soaked and emitting an unbearable stench.

"Daddy Hansheng, they've all soiled their pants!" Xiao Caihua exclaimed in surprise.

Hansheng didn't have time to answer. He carried Shen Caihua and hurried down the aisle towards the cockpit. Pulling open the door, he saw a pilot with his head lolling to one side; only the middle-aged pilot remained conscious.

"What happened?" Hansheng asked, relieved.

"An explosion in the cargo hold," He Guofu answered mechanically, then suddenly snapped to attention, turning to Hansheng holding the baby and asking in surprise, "You're a passenger… how are the others?"

Hansheng shook his head. "They're all unconscious, incontinent."

"What about the flight attendants?" He Guofu continued.

"The same for everyone," Hansheng replied.

"Then how come you and the child are alright?" He Guofu asked in astonishment.

"We just came out of the toilet," Hansheng told him.

He Guofu thought for a moment and immediately realized that the air in the toilet had saved them. He sighed and said, "You guys are lucky." "

CI611 flight, you are now 160 kilometers from Songshan Airport and are prepared for an emergency landing. Please report the damage to the aircraft." The Taipei ground control center anxiously inquired over the radio.

"CI611, the aircraft's instrument control system is normal, the landing gear has failed, and all passengers and crew members are unconscious due to lack of oxygen. Please prepare for emergency medical services." He Guofu replied heavily.

Ten minutes later, the massive Boeing 737 emptied its fuel tanks in mid-air and then wobbled towards the runway at Songshan Airport. People on the ground could clearly see a large hole several meters wide blown into the lower part of the fuselage, the aluminum alloy skin torn and rolled up... The aircraft's landing gear was damaged. He Guofu tried several times without success and had no choice but to make an emergency landing belly-to-belly scramble on the foam-filled runway. The plane skidded along the ground, sliding forward until it finally came to a stop on the grass.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd on the ground.

The cabin door opened, and Han Sheng appeared at the doorway, leading a baby with a naked bottom...

Chapter 375.

A flag of the Republic of China (Taiwan) fluttered in the wind from the flagpole in the parking lot of Taipei Songshan Airport. This was quite a rarity to Han Sheng; he had only ever seen it in war movies. A short walk from the airport along Dunhua North Road, at the intersection of Minquan East Road, at a bar called "Qingye," pilot He Guofu of flight CI611 invited Han Sheng to dinner. The bar served excellent local Taiwanese cuisine.

"Mr. Zhu, I recognized you immediately. You're the Hong Kong father and son who bravely captured the Japanese Red Army hijackers on flight Ka876," He Guofu said admiringly, raising his glass.

Han Sheng smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

"You really caught the bullet with your bare hands?" He Guofu asked suspiciously.

“Actually, the bullets from that old, worn-out pistol were already exhausted, and having passed through the cushion, they essentially ended up in my hands,” Han Sheng said, trying to cover his tracks. He

Guofu looked at the pale-skinned Shen Caihua with suspicion and said, “The newspapers say that your son actually subdued a fully armed female Red Army soldier with his bare hands. It’s unbelievable.”

Han Sheng smiled and shook his head, changing the subject, “Mr. He, you are the real hero. Everyone on the plane fainted, but you persevered and landed safely. You saved everyone.”

He Guofu sighed, downed his glass of red wine, and said, “Mr. Zhu, you don’t know, the passengers’ brains have suffered permanent damage due to prolonged oxygen deprivation. They’ll probably all become demented, including my co-pilot. He’s not even thirty years old, leaving behind a wife and daughter. It’s truly pitiful.”

“Actually, all diseases in the world are curable, as long as you find the right path…” Han Sheng silently looked at Shen Caihua beside him and sighed to himself.

Hua Tuo, in the opening of his *Qing Nang Jing*, stated: "All diseases in the world are interconnected and mutually restraining; there is no disease that cannot be cured, only the remedy remains unknown.

" He Guofu smiled, thinking to himself, "This person is a bit strange," and casually asked, "Are you a doctor?"

Han Sheng nodded and admitted, "I am a barefoot doctor."

"A barefoot doctor?" He Guofu had never heard of a doctor called that before.

Han Sheng explained, "Dementia is a manifestation of weak wood element in the Five Elements theory. If, at the time of the transition between Hai and Zi (9-11 PM-1 AM), the person is immersed in a pool, where water nourishes wood, and then fed with silkworms from Taiji eggs, it can be cured." "

Silkworms? There are many silkworm farmers in Tainan. They were introduced from the Central Plains when Zheng Chenggong recovered Taiwan..." He Guofu interjected.

"Not the silkworms that spin silk, but the blue silkworms produced in the Taiji Yinyun Five Elements Earth eggs. Taiwan definitely doesn't have them," Han Sheng explained. "

Taiji Yinyun? I think I've heard of it," He Guofu murmured thoughtfully.

"You've heard of Taiji Yinyun?" Han Sheng asked curiously.

"Yes, I remember. My uncle mentioned going to the mainland to find Taiji Yinyun last year, right before boarding his plane to Hong Kong, also in this 'Green Leaf' bar." "He Guofu recalled.

Han Sheng was startled and hurriedly asked, "Who is your cousin?"

"A renowned national treasure-level geomancer in Taiwan..." He Guofu said with considerable pride.

"He Wuxing!" Han Sheng blurted out.

He Guofu looked at Han Sheng suspiciously and said, "You know my cousin He Wuxing?"

"He's dead." Han Sheng said.

"What did you say? My cousin He Wuxing is dead!" He Guofu exclaimed in shock.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "It's said that he died in a fight with people from Taiwan, and his body was buried in Wuyuan, Jiangxi."

He Guofu was stunned upon hearing this, remaining silent for a long time, tears welling up in his eyes.

"After my cousin left Taiwan, there was no news of him. It turns out he met with some misfortune..." After a long while, He Guofu murmured, tears finally streaming down his face.

Han Sheng sat silently, unsure how to comfort him.

The proprietress of Qingye Bar came over, looking at the weeping He Guofu, hesitant to speak.

"What is it?" "He Guofu grabbed a tissue, wiped his eyes, and asked.

"Old He, the airline is calling you," the proprietress said softly.

Qingye Bar was a favorite spot for pilots to have a drink, and the middle-aged, understanding proprietress was best at easing their tension. Everyone in the company knew that He Guofu would always come to Qingye Bar for a drink after each flight.

The China Airlines CI611 flight accident investigation team asked He Guofu to come to the airport conference room immediately, where high-ranking officials from the Executive Yuan were also present.

"We also need to change planes back to Hong Kong," Hansheng told He Guofu.

"Don't rush..." He Guofu quickly said, "I want to ask you to see someone."

"Who?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

"My cousin's master, 'Hakka Granny'." "He Guofu replied, his expression very respectful.

The Hakka Granny was Granny Wang's junior apprentice. In the Zhuyou sect, Granny Wang and the bald old woman were both dead, only the Hakka Granny was still alive. That's good, I can also inform her about the deaths of Granny Wang and the bald old woman.

"Alright," Han Sheng agreed.

"Let's go back to the airport first, and then we'll go to Miaoli together after I'm done." He Guofu's spirits had improved considerably.

Han Sheng, holding Shen Caihua, sat quietly on the reception sofa in the China Airlines office at the airport. He Guofu was led into the inner conference room.

"First of all, on behalf of China Airlines, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to pilot He Guofu for his outstanding performance on flight CI611. Let me introduce you, this is Vice Premier Lin Shui-bian, who is in charge of transportation affairs in the Executive Yuan..." The white-haired chairman of China Airlines spoke first.

"I have brought a message of commendation from Mr. Chiang Ching-kuo..." Vice Premier Lin Shui-bian said enthusiastically.

Outside the conference room, Han Sheng could faintly hear the enthusiastic voices inside, with occasional applause.

"I want Momo..." Shen Caihua said softly, her eyes filled with tears.

"I know, Caihua, once things are settled here, we'll go find Momo right away." Han Sheng hugged the ghost baby tightly.

At this moment, the conference room door opened, and a person who looked like a secretary approached, politely asking, "Are you Mr. Zhu from Hong Kong?"

Han Sheng nodded and replied, "Yes."

"May I ask you to come here for a moment?" "I'd like to ask you a few questions," the man said with a smile.

Han Sheng stood up, picked up Shen Caihua, and walked into the conference room.

An elderly man sitting in a chair, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses, bowed slightly and then said in a Hunan accent, quite surprised, "I originally thought you were an old doctor, but I didn't expect you to be so young... I am Director Huang of the Department of Neurology at the Tri-Service General Hospital in Taiwan, and this gentleman next to me is Professor Li from Taiwan Medical University. We heard from Captain He that Mr. Zhu is a barefoot doctor who can treat irreversible brain damage caused by environmental hypoxia. But as far as we know, 'barefoot doctors' are only found in rural areas of mainland China..."

"Country doctors." "Han Sheng answered frankly.

"Oh, a country doctor... I heard you and your son happened to be in the toilet and luckily escaped the same fate as the other passengers, haha..." Director Huang couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone in the conference room couldn't help but laugh.

Han Sheng smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

"Do you know that prolonged oxygen deprivation in the human brain will lead to irreversible brain damage, or even brain death? Currently, there is no way to solve this problem in the world's medical field. It seems I need to give you all some relevant knowledge. As you all know, oxygen, like food and water, is a key substance for human metabolism and the first necessity for life. Nutrients must undergo oxidation to produce and release chemical energy. Hypoxia refers to oxygen deficiency, that is, the general term for the lack of oxygen in the air or the state of oxygen deficiency. Nature provides basic survival conditions for everyone. However, if you are in a special environment lacking oxygen, or although the environment is not lacking in oxygen, you cannot ingest enough oxygen due to your own reasons, or you cannot make full use of the inhaled oxygen, the human body will undergo functional, metabolic, and morphological changes. This state is generally called hypoxia or low oxygen." Therefore, the medical community classifies the causes of hypoxia into environmental hypoxia, pathological hypoxia, physiological hypoxia, and exercise-induced hypoxia. The situation on flight CI611 falls under the first type: high-altitude environmental hypoxia.

Common symptoms of hypoxia include dizziness, headache, tinnitus, blurred vision, and weakness in the limbs, followed by nausea, vomiting, shallow and rapid breathing, and a rapid but weak heartbeat. As hypoxia worsens, it gradually leads to confusion, cyanosis of the skin, lips, and nails, decreased blood pressure, dilated pupils, coma, and finally death from respiratory distress, cardiac arrest, and asphyxiation. Director Huang spoke eloquently.

He Guofu looked at Han Sheng with embarrassment. Han Sheng, holding Shen Caihua, listened silently with a calm expression.

Director Huang surveyed the room with an arrogant gaze before continuing, "Normal oxygen metabolism begins with ventilation and gas exchange in the respiratory system. Any obstruction in any part of the respiratory process will result in insufficient gas exchange. Due to nerve reflexes or the direct action of blood and gas, the depth of breathing can increase, thereby accelerating the respiratory rate." If compensatory responses cannot meet the body's needs, hypoxia will occur, resulting in an arterial blood oxygen partial pressure lower than normal, while the carbon dioxide partial pressure rises above normal due to carbon dioxide accumulation. This phenomenon is collectively known as respiratory insufficiency. If the arterial blood oxygen partial pressure is below 60 mmHg or the carbon dioxide partial pressure is above 50 mmHg, it is called respiratory failure. The nervous system is most sensitive to hypoxia; even mild hypoxia can lead to intellectual and visual impairments.

The conference room was completely silent as everyone listened intently.

"As everyone here knows, the brain is the organ with the highest oxygen demand in the human body. The brain only accounts for 2% to 3% of body weight, yet it consumes 20% to 30% of the body's total oxygen, and 15% of the blood pumped by the heart is supplied to the brain. However, brain tissue itself has almost no energy reserves; it relies entirely on the oxygen from the fresh blood brought by cerebral circulation to maintain its survival and perform normal physiological functions. Therefore, brain tissue has the lowest tolerance for hypoxia (ischemia). A complete interruption of blood and oxygen supply to the brain will result in loss of consciousness within 8 to 15 seconds, and irreversible damage within 6 to 10 minutes. Prolonged hypoxia will lead to heart failure and eventually respiratory arrest. Flight CI611 descended from high altitude to below 3000 meters, where there is sufficient oxygen, within six to ten minutes. If it had been any slower, Pilot He would have also lost consciousness, the plane would have crashed, and there would have been no survivors, including Mr. Zhu and his son who were still in the lavatory," Director Huang said sarcastically.

This time, no one laughed. They were all savoring the memory of Director Huang's statement that the flight had almost crashed and everyone on board had perished, and they all secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

The chairman of China Airlines sighed and said, "The plane was saved, but sixty or seventy passengers are now mentally impaired, and we can't escape the huge compensation..." He looked heavily at Han Sheng, clinging to a last straw, and tentatively asked, "Dr. Zhu, do you have a way to overcome this world's problem and cure these passengers with brain damage?"

"Of course," Han Sheng said confidently, looking at him with clear eyes.

Chapter 376

The conference room was silent. Everyone's eyes were on Han Sheng's face. After a long while, the chairman of China Airlines let out a trembling voice: "You, you really can cure them..."

Director Huang curled his nose and snorted disdainfully.

"Have you heard of 'Fu Shi Po'? It's one of the three souls and seven spirits," Han Sheng asked everyone.

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

“The ‘Fu Shi Po’, also known as the Manas consciousness, is the ‘Po’ that governs thought and consciousness within the soul. The passengers on flight CI611 suffered from blocked brain oxygen supply. Without oxygen, it's equivalent to blocked meridians, damaging the Fu Shi Po. Their consciousness and thinking were imprisoned and unable to be released, resulting in dementia,” Han Sheng explained.

“Nonsense!” Director Huang laughed coldly.

Professor Li from Taiwan Medical University, barely suppressing a laugh, coughed and slowly said, “Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners spread heresies, misleading the public and confusing the senses; they're not worth refuting.”

“Completely superstition, everyone. It's the 1970s, please!” Director Huang scoffed.

“Please elaborate.” Only the chairman of China Airlines encouraged Han Sheng to continue.

Han Sheng smiled slightly, nodded at him, and continued, “All diseases in the world are interconnected and mutually restraining; there is no incurable disease, only the remedy is unknown.”

“Hmph, who said that?” Director Huang still scoffed dismissively.

“The legendary physician Hua Tuo from the late Eastern Han Dynasty,” Han Sheng replied.

"Hahaha..." Director Huang laughed, glancing at Professor Li, and said, "What did a dead man from two thousand years ago know? Did he know about oxygen? Did he know about the left and right hemispheres of the brain? Had he ever heard of hippocampal formation?"

Professor Li stroked his long eyebrows, elaborating, "Traditional Chinese medicine is a charlatan, a fraud. The ancients were ignorant, limited by their time."

"Mr. Zhu, this matter concerns billions of NT dollars in compensation from China Airlines and the government. Please don't speak carelessly. If you can cure him, please provide a detailed treatment plan. The government will convene relevant medical experts and scholars from both inside and outside the island for discussion," Vice Premier Lin Shui-bian solemnly reminded Han Sheng.

Han Sheng nodded and slowly said, "The damage to the Fushi Soul leads to dementia. The symptoms are due to the weakness of the Wood element in the Five Elements theory. Right now, the Liver Wood is in its prime during spring. At the time of the transition between Hai and Zi (9-11 PM), the patient can be immersed in a pool, using water to nourish the Wood element. Then, they can be fed with Taiji Wood Eggs containing silkworms. This should cure the condition.

" "What do you mean? I don't understand. Please explain it in simpler terms, Dr. Zhu," the chairman of Huahang stammered, but he had already subconsciously addressed Han Sheng as Dr. Zhu.

"In spring, the Wood element is at its peak. The human head belongs to the Wood element. Immersing the patient in a natural pool at midnight, using cold water as a medicinal guide, and then feeding them with silkworms from Taiji Wood Eggs will surely repair the damaged Fushi Soul, reopen the gate of consciousness, and the patient will naturally recover," Han Sheng explained.

"What Taiji Eggs? I've never heard of them. Do you have any? Let us see them," Director Huang said sarcastically.

"Of course I have some... but I don't have them with me," Han Sheng replied.

"Where is it? Go get it right now and put it here for everyone to see," Director Huang pressed relentlessly.

"It's on the mainland," Han Sheng said sheepishly.

"Hahaha... I have nothing more to say. This guy is just a complete charlatan." Director Huang laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears streaming down his face.

"A charlatan, spouting nonsense, just trying to attract attention, utterly disgusting," Professor Li said, taking out a tissue, spitting into it, crumpling it up, and adding,

"Mr. Zhu, please don't joke around. The CI611 flight accident has shocked the world. It has been preliminarily identified as a serious terrorist attack, and Mr. Chiang Ching-kuo is extremely indignant. I hope you will tell the truth: is there any way to treat the brain damage of these sixty or seventy passengers? If not, please ask you and your son to leave," Lin Shui-bian said sternly, staring at Han Sheng. Han Sheng

pondered for a long time before finally saying loudly, "There is another way to treat it, but it sounds somewhat unbelievable."

"Please speak quickly," the chairman of China Airlines urged hurriedly.

"Hair belongs to fire, beard to water, skin to metal, eyebrows to wood, and fine hair to earth; armpit hair, pubic hair, and fine hair around the navel and abdomen belong to the spleen and earth; only eyebrows, growing horizontally on the face, belong to the liver and wood. Hair, beard, and fine hair around the face belong to the liver and wood." Han Sheng paused, then continued, "Human hair grows on the head and belongs to the heart, and is associated with fire; beard grows below the face and belongs to the kidneys, and is associated with water; body hair belongs to the lungs and is associated with metal; armpit hair, pubic hair, and fine hair around the navel and abdomen belong to the spleen and are associated with earth; only eyebrows grow horizontally on the face and belong to the liver and are associated with wood. Hair and fine hair are associated with the elements they grow from." Different parts of the body are associated with the five internal organs. In the theory of the classification of all things in the I Ching, Yang Wood represents the head and hair, specifically the eyebrows. This hair flourishes in spring and can enhance the weak Wood energy. The hidden spirit originates internally in the skull between the eyebrows and grows externally in the eyebrows. Therefore, the ancients said, "Long eyebrows indicate wisdom, short eyebrows indicate foolishness, and no eyebrows indicate madness." This is the reason. You can verify that if these passengers' conditions continue, their eyebrows will gradually thin and eventually fall out completely. "

Please continue." The chairman of China Airlines looked at Han Sheng with great expectation.

Han Sheng nodded slightly and continued, "I will only state the method; whether or not to adopt it is up to you."

"Please speak." Lin Shui-bian nodded.

"Please collect eyebrows from the public. Ten eyebrows are needed for each passenger with brain injury. Mix them with moxa wool to make a medicinal moxibustion. Then, at the turn of the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), immerse the patient in the medicinal mixture in a cold pool. Have someone hold the eyebrow moxibustion stick, light it, and apply it to the center of the eyebrows. The wood energy will penetrate directly to the soul, clearing the meridians and activating the collaterals. It can heal within an hour," Han Sheng explained.

Director Huang was about to object when the chairman of China Airlines stopped him, saying, "Chinese medicine has a long history, and there are many hidden talents among the people. Moreover, this method is simple, easy to implement, and inexpensive. Why not give it a try?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Vice Premier Lin Shui-bian of the Executive Yuan.

"Is this... really going to work?" Lin Shui-bian asked doubtfully.

"Absolutely nonsense! If the government agrees to do this, it will be ridiculed by the whole world!" Director Huang's face flushed red with righteous indignation as he shouted.

"Then what good ideas do you have?" the chairman of China Airlines asked.

Director Huang stood up, glanced around, and said, "The Tri-Service General Hospital and National Taiwan Medical University are the top modern medical institutions in the Republic of China. We are willing to provide the best wards, the most outstanding medical staff, and the most humane treatment. No matter how many years it takes, we will not give up." "

Of course, then the funds from China Airlines and the government will flow into your pockets continuously, and who knows how many years, right?" The chairman of China Airlines retorted with dissatisfaction.

"Let's not rush to a conclusion on this matter. I will report to Mr. Chiang Ching-kuo before making a decision," Lin Shui-bian said finally.

"Can any human eyebrow be used?" The chairman of China Airlines clearly supported Han Sheng's free proposal.

"Yes, the best results are achieved with long white hairs growing between the eyebrows," Han Sheng said, looking at Professor Li of National Taiwan Medical University, who had several long white hairs growing between his thick eyebrows.

The chairman of China Airlines noticed the long white hair between Professor Li's eyebrows and couldn't help but tease, "Professor Li, I wonder if you're plucking those hairs for medicinal use? As a medical professor, you're supposed to save lives and be a role model." Professor

Li's eyelids drooped, and he muttered, "You grow hair at twenty, die at thirty, grow hair at thirty, die at forty, and meet a benefactor at forty. I only grew hair after forty, and I'm still waiting to meet a benefactor."

After the meeting, the white-haired chairman of China Airlines pulled Han Sheng aside and warmly invited him to dinner that evening.

"Chairman, could we try Mr. Zhu's method on my partner, co-pilot Xiao Chen, first? If it succeeds, wouldn't that solve all the problems?" He Guofu suggested softly.

"Good idea. If it succeeds, Mr. Jingguo will definitely support and praise us. But where are we going to get ten people's eyebrows? People without eyebrows look terrible." The chairman said somewhat troubledly.

"They have them at beauty salons. Lots of young girls are willing to shave their eyebrows off and then have two curved artificial eyebrows drawn on, thinking it looks good," He Guofu suggested on a whim.

"Great idea, Pilot He, hurry up and get the eyebrows of ten girls this afternoon, ask Mr. Zhu to make the moxibustion, and I'll go find Xiao Chen's family and persuade them to agree. We'll start tonight at midnight," the old chairman said happily.

"You can find a pool of water in my hometown of Miaoli. There's a cold pool at the foot of Lion Mountain called 'Lion Pool.' I used to go there to bathe often when I was a kid," He Guofu said.

Next, Han Sheng and his son were arranged to stay at an airport hotel to rest. He Guofu drove to some beauty salons in Taipei City and returned at dusk with a bag of eyebrows and some moxa wool. After everything was prepared, a convoy of several luxury cars drove to Miaoli County overnight.

The passenger in the front seat, Xiao Chen, was completely demented, so dazed he couldn't even recognize people. His wife sat beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, her expression heartbreaking.

Miaoli County was formerly known as "Maoli," a transliteration of the name of the ancient Daokas tribe's Bari community, meaning "land of plains." In 1889, during the reign of Emperor Guangxu, Maoli was changed to Miaoli, a name with a similar pronunciation.

After driving forty kilometers along mountain roads, the convoy finally arrived at the foot of Lion Mountain in Nanzhuang, Miaoli County, at 9 PM. Under the bright moonlight, a clear pool lay quietly among the lush bamboo groves, its surface as still as a mirror, reflecting the crescent moon. A wisp of mist rose, making it appear and disappear, like a scene from a fairyland.

"This is Lion Pool, just like it did when I was a child..." He Guofu gazed at the place where he had played as a child, a wave of emotion washing over him.

"The hour of Hai (9-11 PM) has arrived. Please place Master Chen into the water." Han Sheng instructed, seeing that the time had come.

He Guofu, familiar with the terrain, went into the water first to test a shallow, flat spot, then carefully helped Little Chen into the water.

Han Sheng lit the paper tube of moxibustion medicine for eyebrows and handed it to He Guofu, instructing him to apply it to Master Chen's brow. The heat penetrated the skin and skull, the wood energy reaching the very soul...

Chapter 377:

The crescent moon hung like a hook, the water was cool and still, and the mountains and forests were quiet. People held their breath, silently watching Master Chen, who was submerged in the "Lion Pool" with his eyes closed. He sat upright in the pool, only his head above the surface. Beside him, He Guofu was meticulously applying moxibustion to his brow as Han Sheng had instructed.

Little Caihua woke up and stood at Han Sheng's feet watching the commotion. After a while, finding it uninteresting, he slipped out of the crowd and ran to the bushes to urinate.

"Who are you?" A strange voice suddenly came from the bushes.

Startled, Xiao Caihua quickly finished urinating and peered into the dark forest.

"Who are you?" the voice asked again.

"Who are you?" Shen Caihua mustered his courage and asked back.

"I am Dudu, who are you?" the strange voice replied.

Shen Caihua's dark pupils dilated and contracted, his little nose sniffing. Finally, he saw it: a huge bird perched on a branch, its feathers gleaming a jewel-blue in the moonlight, its downward-curving beak revealing a crescent-shaped patch of bare yellow skin, its two bright eyes curiously staring at Shen Caihua's white body.

"My name is Caihua," Shen Caihua told it curiously.

"Male or female?" the strange bird asked again.

"Male," Caihua answered, suddenly twisting his little bottom and leaping up without warning, pouncing on the large blue bird.

The strange bird couldn't dodge in time and was caught.

"Let me go!" the bird cried.

Shen Caihua excitedly picked it up and they both landed on the ground. The strange bird was actually a head taller than him.

Han Sheng heard the commotion and turned around to look. In the moonlight, he saw the baby Shen Caihua's small, white body embracing a huge blue parrot... Han Sheng was startled and rushed to the edge of the woods. He had never seen such a giant blue parrot before.

"Caihua, where did you catch such a big parrot?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

"Let me go!" the parrot said angrily.

Shen Caihua was overjoyed. His little hands kept stroking the parrot's beautiful feathers, and his little beak went up to kiss its hard, curved beak.

"Grandma, help me..." the large parrot struggled to get away and cried out at the top of its lungs.

The people in front of Lion Pool heard the cries for help and gathered around. Seeing the giant parrot, they all marveled.

The chairman of China Airlines examined it closely and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, this is a hyacinth macaw, from Brazil. It's the largest parrot in the world, with a gentle, friendly, and approachable temperament. It's very rare; even a chick can sell for twenty thousand US dollars. I saw it when China Airlines opened its Rio de Janeiro route. How come Taiwan has such a bird?"

"Let it go!" A cold voice rang out in the night sky, reaching everyone's ears.

Under the cool moonlight stood an elderly woman with white hair, very short in stature, wearing a black headscarf, a long-sleeved, short-sleeved jacket, a red striped apron, and a single-piece skirt with a black front shawl. She wore leggings and a string of human teeth and a small brass bell on her chest, her face frosty as she stared at them.

"Who are you?" the chairman of China Airlines demanded sharply.

"A Hakka grandmother," the old woman said coldly.

"Grandma..." Shen Caihua suddenly felt a surge of warmth and blurted out.

The moment the ghost baby Shen Caihua saw the Hakka nanny, the Zhuyou Gong within his body resonated with the old woman's magnetic field, instantly causing a resonance. He felt a moment of confusion, but also an overwhelming warmth in his heart. He involuntarily uttered the words "Grandma," and then, holding the large parrot, he staggered toward the Hakka nanny.

The old woman's heart skipped a beat. A warmth she had never felt before surged through her body, a warmth and happiness she felt. Her eyes were fixed on the chubby, naked boy who was walking towards her, his back trembling.

"What's your name?" the Hakka woman asked softly.

"Shen Caihua," Caihua replied in a soft voice.

"Good child..." The Hakka woman reached out and embraced him. But

upon embracing him, she was startled. The child possessed a profound and powerful incantation energy, far surpassing her own!

The Hakka woman raised her eyes, her sharp gaze meeting Han Sheng's clear eyes.

"Is this child yours?" the Hakka woman asked doubtfully, having already discerned at a glance that the young man was still a virgin.

Han Sheng blushed and smiled slightly, "Grandma, are you the Hakka woman?"

The old woman nodded.

"Wang, the 'Hakka Holy Mother' of Poyang Lake Valley, and the bald-headed old woman of Xiushan Peach Blossom River, are your senior sisters, right?" Han Sheng asked.

The Hakka old woman's body stiffened abruptly, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"I am a friend of Wang and the bald-headed old woman, from Nanshan, Wuyuan, Jiangxi. My name is Zhu Han Sheng," Han Sheng replied.

"Are they both alright?" the Hakka old woman sighed and asked softly.

"They have both passed away," Han Sheng replied.

"Dead? Yes, time waits for no one..." the Hakka old woman said sadly.

"Wang passed on her skills to her disciple and died when her life force was exhausted. The bald-headed old woman died after her vital essence was drained by an evil person," Han Sheng said with deep regret.

"What kind of evil person could drain my second senior sister's vital essence?" the Hakka old woman asked suspiciously.

"Huang Jianguo, this man is vicious and ruthless. He has now joined the Japanese Corpse-Cutting Cult and become a Yin person," Han Sheng replied.

"A Yin person? Yin people still exist in this world? Their corpse-absorbing technique… no wonder they could absorb the Zhu You Divine Skill. Second Senior Sister was too careless," the Hakka old woman muttered to herself. "

The bald old woman was petrified and unable to resist when she fell for it," Han Sheng explained.

"How despicable! Where is this Yin person now?" the Hakka old woman roared.

"Still in Tokyo, currently being pursued by the Japanese police," Han Sheng told her.

"Whose child is this? How can he have the Zhu You Divine Skill within him?" the Hakka old woman asked slowly, hugging Shen Caihua tightly.

"It's a long story. Shen Caihua was born from a Yin corpse. I only recently learned he knew the Zhu You Divine Skill, but I don't know where it came from," Han Sheng replied.

"It's fate! It seems I, the Hakka old woman, finally have a successor," the old woman's eyes welled up with tears.

"Excuse me, old woman, don't you have a disciple named He Wuxing?" Han Sheng asked.

“A foolish person is unlikely to amount to anything; it’s better if they don’t exist,” the Hakka old woman sighed.

“He’s dead,” Han Sheng said.

“Who died?” The Hakka old woman was momentarily stunned.

“He Wuxing, your apprentice,” Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng was about to tell the Hakka old woman in detail about Granny Wang, the bald old woman, and He Wuxing, but the old woman stopped him as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Come home with me and I’ll tell you,” the Hakka old woman said in a low voice.

“I’ll have to wait a while; I’m treating a patient,” Han Sheng said.

“Is it the person submerged in the Lion Pool? What happened to him?” the Hakka old woman asked, pointing to the pool.

“He was an airplane pilot; he suffered brain damage due to oxygen deprivation at high altitude,” Han Sheng explained.

“You’re a doctor?” the Hakka old woman looked at Han Sheng in surprise.

“I’m a barefoot doctor,” Han Sheng replied, blushing.

The Hakka woman was puzzled. "Barefoot doctor? What's that?"

Han Sheng shook his head and smiled, telling her, "It's a folk doctor from the countryside in the Central Plains."

Just then, a shout came from the Lion Pool: "Are you trying to drown me?!"

Everyone was startled and rushed to the edge of the pool. They saw Chen push He Guofu aside and climb ashore, trembling. He kept saying, "It's so cold! Quickly find me some dry clothes..." He looked up and saw the chairman of China Airlines standing in the moonlight. He was immediately surprised. "Ah, Chairman, it's you!"

Chen's wife cried out, "Husband, you've finally woken up..." She rushed forward and hugged her soaking wet husband tightly.

"Hahaha, China Airlines is finally saved!" The chairman laughed loudly, his gray hair trembling, tears streaming down his face.

He Guofu led Pilot Chen to Han Sheng and said excitedly, "Little Chen, it was Dr. Zhu from Hong Kong who saved you."

Pilot Chen knelt down before Han Sheng with a thud, repeatedly expressing his gratitude.

Han Sheng quickly helped him up. The feeling of saving someone was incredibly satisfying; his father often said it was the noblest profession in the world, and he had experienced it more than once.

"Dr. Zhu, please name your price. No amount of money is a problem," the old chairman said excitedly, grasping Han Sheng's hand.

Han Sheng shook his head and smiled slightly, "I don't want money. I just want to ask, will your ticket to Hong Kong be invalid?"

The chairman laughed heartily, "I'll send a private plane and personally take you back to Hong Kong."

"Chairman, the other passengers can also receive prompt treatment like this, so their families won't worry so much," Han Sheng instructed.

"Dr. Zhu, please rest assured, I will return to Taipei immediately to collect a large quantity of eyebrows. If I don't have

enough, I will buy more. I must ensure that those passengers from Taiwan and Hong Kong suffering from dementia recover their health as soon as possible. Will you come back to Taipei with me?" the old chairman said sincerely. "No, my child and I have things to do here. You should go first," Han Sheng said.

"Alright," the chairman glanced at the Hakka woman, but did not insist any further. He reached into his pocket, took out a business card, and handed it to Han Sheng. "Call the number on this card anytime, and I will send a car to pick you up."

"Mr. Zhu, I have seen the Hakka woman. I have to go back to cooperate with the CI611 flight accident investigation team. I can't stay with you any longer. See you when we return to Taipei," He Guofu said reluctantly.

The convoy departed, and the mountains and forests returned to silence.

Under the moonlight, only the Hakka woman, Han Sheng, and Shen Caihua remained. The baby had become familiar with the large blue-and-white macaw. The bird no longer squawked randomly, but instead whispered quietly to Caihua.

Chapter 378

A cool crescent moon hung in the sky above Nanzhuang, Miaoli. The spring night was chilly, a cold wind blew, and the sleeping village was utterly silent, so quiet it even seemed a little eerie.

"How can you not dress the child in this fickle weather?" the Hakka nanny scolded disapprovingly.

"Nanny, not long ago in Myanmar, Caihua was dressed, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, so he doesn't need to be dressed anymore," Hansheng explained awkwardly.

"Grandma, I like being naked," Shen Caihua said, nestled in Hansheng's arms, hugging the large parrot.

In the darkness, they passed through narrow alleys and finally arrived at a courtyard with a black lacquered gate.

"Wait for Granny to open the door for you." The Hakka Granny leaped up, silently gliding over the wall like a black bird, her movements mirroring Granny Wang's.

The door opened, and Han Sheng entered. The courtyard was pitch black.

A lamp was lit in the main room, its dim oil light illuminating the ancestral tablet below the central altar. Thirteen red cinnabar talismans were pasted beside them. Although the talismans were drawn in various shapes—circles, dots, lines, straight lines, vertical lines, S-lines, and squares—it was clear that each talisman depicted a single character, totaling thirteen different forms of the character "ghost."

"Granny, why don't you use electric lights? I saw utility poles and wires in the alley," Han Sheng asked, puzzled, as he put Shen Caihua and the large parrot down.

The Hakka woman removed her black headscarf, letting her long white hair fall loose. She glanced at Han Sheng and simply said, "Electromagnetic fields interfere with incantations."

Han Sheng walked to the memorial tablet, carefully examining the inscription. He saw "Memorial Tablet of My Deceased Husband, Li Dishui" carved in the center of the wooden tablet. This was probably the Hakka woman's deceased husband. Han Sheng casually took three incense sticks from the altar, lit them with a match placed beside him, bowed three times, and inserted them into the incense burner.

"That dead ghost of mine has been sitting there for over ten years," the Hakka woman said bitterly.

"Sitting?" Han Sheng was startled and asked, puzzled.

The Hakka woman didn't answer, but gestured for Han Sheng to sit down. Then she said, "Now you can tell me how that good-for-nothing apprentice, He Wuxing, died."

Han Sheng nodded and recounted how, during his time in Hong Kong, He Wuxing and the Taoist priest from Taiwan, hired by Lu Taiguan, went to Lujiang, Anhui to steal the remains of General Sun Liren's father and buried them in Taiji Yinyun, Wuyuan, Jiangxi. He also detailed how He Wuxing later fought with agents from the Taiwanese Military Intelligence Bureau, resulting in both being severely wounded and dying. These events were all told to him privately by Granny Wang.

After listening to Han Sheng's narration, the Hakka woman remained silent for a long time, while Han Sheng silently watched her, not saying another word.

"He Wuxing was an apprentice accepted by Granny Zun Laogui in her later years. This man is full of petty cleverness and cunning, making him unsuitable to inherit the mantle of Zhuyou, so she didn't pass on all her knowledge to him... Ha, I never expected that this kid would bury the remains of General Sun Liren's biological father in the Taiji Yinyun before he died. This can be considered as doing a good deed for the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. He died with honor. It seems that the old woman misjudged him a bit." The Hakka Granny said with a wry smile.

"Gold is never pure, and no one is perfect. It has always been so..." Han Sheng muttered to himself, seemingly enlightened.

Date: 10-14 17:44:00 At this moment, Shen Caihua was made to laugh out loud by a witty remark made by the blue-and-white macaw.

The Hakka nanny's gaze fell upon the ghost infant, her eyes filled with affection. She murmured, "Look how happy he is playing with Dudu. Let him stay with me. I will formally accept him as my disciple and teach him the Five Forms of the Unparalleled Divine Skill of Zhuyou."

Han Sheng was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Nanny, Caihua is still too young to stay in Taiwan. I must take him back to the mainland soon."

The Hakka nanny's face darkened, and she said coldly, "My two senior sisters are already dead, and my days are numbered. The Zhuyou sect is so desolate. If Patriarch Guo Pu knew this in the afterlife, what face would we have? Enough said. You are not his biological father; don't meddle!"

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng thought to himself: Why are all the people in the Zhuyou sect so unreasonable and arrogant? Are all those who cultivate the Zhuyou Divine Skill mentally altered and become heartless? If that's the case, it's better if little Caihua doesn't learn this skill.

"You don't want to? No one has ever dared to disobey the Hakka Granny's words." The short old woman spoke with a forceful tone.

Han Sheng said seriously, "Shen Caihua is still a baby and needs to live and play with children his own age. He had a childhood sweetheart named Momo, but they are now lost in the jungles of Southeast Asia. Little Caihua dreams of reuniting with her, so after we return to Hong Kong, we will immediately go to Myanmar to search for her."

"I am also a 'Granny' (Momo), and besides, there's a big parrot named Dudu here. We'll be very happy. You don't need to worry about that," the Hakka Granny said decisively.

"Granny, Han Sheng doesn't understand. Why don't you find a good adult to be your apprentice? They have normal thinking and comprehension abilities, and it would be much easier for them to accept things," Han Sheng said tactfully.

The Hakka woman shook her head and said, "Hansheng, you don't know this. Taiwanese law is very strict. If a minor comes to learn from me and lives with me, their parents or guardians will not agree. The prevailing view is that schooling and earning money are paramount. Besides, incantation magic has always been considered a rebellious superstition and witchcraft; no one wants to believe in it."

"Then we can just find an adult," Hansheng said.

"Where in Taiwan can you find a virgin?" The Hakka woman gave Hansheng a meaningful look and chuckled.

"Does practicing incantation magic require a virgin?" Hansheng blushed and asked doubtfully.

“Of course, practicing the Zhuyou Divine Skill requires four basic introductory techniques: Lowering the Yin, Entering the Demonic State, Invoking the Incantation, and Limb Dance. ‘Lowering the Yin’ is a unique skill for entering a state of tranquility; ‘Entering the Demonic State’ is a unique visualization technique after entering a state of deep tranquility; ‘Invoking the Incantation’ is reciting witchcraft incantations; and ‘Limb Dance’ is forming body mudras, similar to the Buddhist hand mudras. The secret techniques of Zhuyou can only be practiced by virgins or women, otherwise they will go astray, their personality will change drastically, and they might even eat people,” the Hakka nanny patiently explained .

“If Shen Caihua practices the Zhuyou Divine Skill, won’t he be unable to get married and start a family, and will he be a bachelor for life?” Han Sheng asked in surprise.

“Exactly,” the Hakka nanny nodded in agreement.

“Then he absolutely cannot enter the Zhuyou sect!” Han Sheng said decisively.

Upon hearing this, the Hakka nanny chuckled, her silver hair trembling incessantly, a strange glint in her eyes, and said slyly, “You will agree.”

“I will not agree,” Han Sheng said resolutely.

The old woman's face, lined with countless wrinkles, gradually curved as she silently recited the third form of the incantation, "Walking Corpse." Her ring fingers subtly pointed towards Han Sheng's chest… "Do you agree to leave Shen Caihua in Miaoli?" the Hakka woman asked with a smile.

"No," Han Sheng replied.

The old woman quickly repeated the incantation twice more in her mind, her ring fingers firmly pointing at Han Sheng.

"Now you agree to keep the child, right?" she asked smugly.

"I still disagree," Han Sheng said, looking at the Hakka woman strangely.

Beads of sweat appeared on the old woman's forehead. Her arms were outstretched, her ring fingers almost touching Han Sheng's chest, and the incantation was nearly aloud.

"You still don't agree?" she shouted.

"I just don't agree!" Han Sheng's stubbornness flared, and he added, "No, I just don't agree!"

Oh no, the third form of the incantation, "Walking Corpse," had failed! The Hakka woman stood there, stunned, looking at Han Sheng with a worried expression. She didn't know that Han Sheng had ingested Granny Wang's incantation relic. She thought to herself, "This barefoot doctor can actually counter this most wondrous art in the world? Damn, he's not to be underestimated."

Han Sheng had already realized the Hakka woman was up to something, trying to use incantation against him. Therefore, he had already decided to use his "hysteria technique" to snatch Shen Caihua and escape from Miaoli Nanzhuang. He thought that this old woman, at her age, definitely couldn't keep up with his "fly-eye" running speed. If little Caihua really couldn't bear to part with the big parrot, he would snatch him along too. In any case, he couldn't let the baby stay here learning incantation and end up a bachelor for life.

"Hansheng," the old woman pleaded pitifully, "Heaven has blessed me with the Zhuyou School, and this child is naturally endowed with the essence of Zhuyou, extremely profound. However, he doesn't understand Zhuyou incantations and limb movements. Please let me at least teach him for a few days, teach him the five forms of incantations and limb movements, and then you can take him back to Hong Kong. At that time, I will have a successor, okay?"

Hansheng earnestly said to the Hakka old woman, "Old woman, I think Shen Caihua's biological parents hope that he will grow up like an ordinary child, have his own family when he grows up, and be safe and sound. But the Zhuyou divine power will not only ruin his normal life, but may also cause his personality to change, become addicted to blood, and maybe even eat people. Old woman, I cannot agree."

The Hakka old woman sighed and walked behind the incense table where the spirit tablet was enshrined, and suddenly reached out and pulled open the thick cloth curtain.

A naked, obese, bald old man sat cross-legged on a wooden lotus-shaped tray, a black shawl draped over his crotch. His dull eyes stared blankly ahead, glistening sweat seeping from his forehead, cheeks, nose, and the folds of fat covering his body… “A sweat corpse!” Han Sheng exclaimed.

Chapter 379

The Hakka matron looked at Han Sheng in surprise, clicking her tongue in admiration: “You really know quite a lot.”

Of the eighteen types of corpse transformation recorded in the *Corpse Clothes Classic*, the sweat corpse is an extremely rare and unique one; even Liu Bowen had never seen one. A sweat corpse is in a state of intermediate state, controlled by some kind of witchcraft, neither truly dead nor alive, always in a state of suspended animation. The characteristics of a sweat corpse are obesity, and glistening blue sweat gradually seeps from the folds of fat covering its body, called “sweat blue,” a miraculous medicine for limb regeneration. Whether an arm or leg is severed, as long as “sweat blue” is applied, new limbs can grow back—truly miraculous.

"Grandma, was he your husband?" Han Sheng asked, looking at the name Li Dishui on the memorial tablet.

"Who else could it be? Of course, it's this old ghost. In the summer of 1949, I followed him as he evacuated from the mainland and crossed the sea to Taiwan, eventually settling in Nanzhuang, Miaoli. He died in the spring of 1966." The Hakka grandma sighed.

"Then why didn't you let him rest in peace?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"Because he wanted to be buried back in his old home by the Songhua River in Northeast China." The Hakka grandma replied.

"Oh, so Grandma made him into a 'sweat corpse,' ready to send him back to the Northeast one day." Han Sheng looked at the incantation talismans and understood.

"Yes, it's just making use of waste... Han Sheng, you're a doctor, do you know what the sweat coming out of this old ghost's body is?" The Hakka grandma asked, staring into Han Sheng's eyes.

"Sweat." Han Sheng answered.

"Do you know its use?" The Hakka grandma paused for a moment, then asked again.

"Limb regeneration." Han Sheng said.

The old woman's eyes widened, her astonishment growing. She hadn't expected this young man to know so much.

"Hansheng, as far as you know, in this world, whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, are there any other miraculous medicines that can regenerate severed limbs?" The Hakka woman smiled smugly.

"No," Hansheng shook his head, answering truthfully.

"That's right, limb regeneration is a medical skill that every doctor in the world dreams of, one that could make them famous overnight. Don't you have such thoughts? But in this world, apart from my husband, who is a 'sweat corpse,' there's probably no one else like him. Moreover, this 'sweat-clearing' elixir is secreted in very small quantities. Don't be fooled by the fact that the old man is always sweating; the sweat only flows out at midnight on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. Now, I've accumulated it for over ten years, and it only weighs a little over a pound." The old woman carefully took out a blue-and-white porcelain bottle from under the magnolia flower tray, gently shook it, and the sound of liquid flowing could be heard.

"Is this 'sweat-clearing'?" Han Sheng asked.

The Hakka woman nodded proudly and said, "Want some?"

"Of course I want some. A medicine that can cure diseases and save lives is something Han Sheng would be more than willing to give up," Han Sheng said sincerely.

"Trade your child for it," the Hakka woman said generously.

Date: 10-15 14:13:00 Han Sheng smiled slightly, but still shook his head.

Shen Caihua, holding the large parrot, stood at Han Sheng's feet, staring in astonishment at the fat, sweaty corpse. His pupils contracted repeatedly, and finally, he stuck out his little tongue and subconsciously licked his lips.

The Hakka nanny's tender gaze lingered on the baby, and she gently asked, "Shen Caihua, do you like Dudu?"

Shen Caihua nodded and hugged the large parrot.

"Don't go back, stay and keep Dudu company, okay?" The Hakka nanny's voice was extremely kind and gentle.

Shen Caihua shook his head and replied in a soft voice, "I want Dudu, I want the suction cup, and I want to find Momo."

Upon hearing this, the old woman's face hardened, and she threw down a sentence: "The child is sleepy, take him to his room to sleep." Then she stormed out.

"Alright, Caihua, it's time to sleep." Han Sheng held up the oil lamp and coaxed him to the room next door.

Upon entering the room, looking around, they found there was no bed at all. In the middle of the room lay a large coffin, its paint worn and faded, the lid half-open, revealing a quilt inside.

Strange, why was there no bed? Did the Hakka matron sleep in the coffin all along?

"The matron's bed," Dudu said, flapping its wings and hopping onto the coffin.

"You mean, the matron usually slept in this coffin... inside?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

The large parrot Dudu nodded, leaped into the coffin, and cackled, "Caihua, come to sleep..."

Shen Caihua chuckled, climbed into the coffin, and snuggled into the quilt with Dudu.

Hansheng shook his head, gently tucked the child in, then returned to the main room, put down the oil lamp, and strolled into the courtyard.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, the Milky Way slanted westward; it was already past midnight.

Where had the Hakka matron gone? Han Sheng sensed something amiss. After a moment's hesitation, he sent out a thought, relaxed his hands, and used his hysterical powers to slowly float up and quietly land on the rooftop.

The moonlight was cool and pale, like water, and Nanzhuang was shrouded in silence.

The Hakka matron's only disciple, He Wuxing, had died a violent death. In the world today, only Mingyue remained as a successor of the Zhuyou School in the entire Central Plains. Therefore, the old woman's insistence on taking Shen Caihua as her disciple was understandable. However, looking back now, the Zhuyou School was indeed somewhat sinister. Otherwise, there must have been a reason why the ancient immortal, despite loving Granny Wang, never married her. Furthermore, within the Zhuyou School, Yin Po, Yang Gong, Jing Taiji, He Wuxing, and others were not kind people. Only Mingyue, originally pure of heart, had been manipulated by Huang Jianguo and almost became his accomplice.

Most importantly, the Zhu You Divine Skill requires a woman and a young boy, which would ruin Shen Caihua's life. Zhu Biao, Shen Caihua, and the Shen Tianhu couple would never agree to this… Under the moonlight, a light suddenly flashed on the southwest mountain. Han Sheng became alert, opened his tiny eyes, and stared intently, only to be greatly surprised… Han Sheng used his Hysteria Divine Skill, becoming as light as a swallow, like autumn leaves being blown by the wind, floating over the rows of rooftops and landing on the small mountain.

Under the moonlight, a gaunt old man stood naked, facing a Hakka woman, his arms in a moon-reveling gesture, his belly protruding, pointing the black and white Tai Chi point the size of a copper coin below his navel at the moon, hissing and rising with black and white mist. His skin was transparent, revealing his bones, including his ribs… “The Undying Bone-Piercing Grass Devouring One!” Han Sheng exclaimed in utter astonishment.

"Eh, Zhu Hansheng, what are you doing here, you little doctor?" Mao Yishi blinked, puzzled.

Hansheng smiled slightly and asked, "What are you doing in Taiwan? Are you here to kill the zombies again?"

Mao Yishi knew Hansheng's abilities and admired his character, so he pulled his belly back and chuckled, "This old man has come to ask the Hakka Granny for medicine."

"Ask for medicine? Isn't the Undying Bone supposed to be immortal and incorruptible? Can it get sick?" Hansheng asked, puzzled.

Mao Yishi blushed and said, "It's all because your little devil bit off half of my manhood. I had no choice but to come to Nanzhuang, Miaoli, Taiwan, to ask the Hakka Granny for a few drops of 'Hanqing' to heal my wound. But the old woman was too stubborn and refused to give it to me, so we ended up fighting."

"Granny has no relationship with you. Why should I give it to you just because you want it?" the Hakka Granny said arrogantly.

"Hmph, Hakka Granny, you've been hiding a 'sweat corpse' in your house for so many years, it must have accumulated at least ten pounds of 'sweat essence' by now. I don't need to destroy this corpse, just a few drops of 'sweat essence' are enough. Are you still not satisfied?" Mao Yishi said resentfully.

Han Sheng finally understood that Mao Yishi's manhood had been bitten off by Shen Caihua, and he wanted to ask the Hakka Granny for "sweat essence" to heal his wounds and regrow a new penis. The Hakka Granny refused to give it to him, so the two started fighting.

"Granny, did you encounter the incorruptible Mao Yishi as soon as you stepped out of the house?" Han Sheng asked doubtfully.

The Hakka nanny was finding Han Sheng increasingly unbelievable. He even recognized the infamous Undying Bone, a figure of great renown in the martial arts world, and they seemed to have a good relationship. She had to be careful; she didn't want them to team up and extort her… “I heard some noises outside, so I went out to check. I never expected to encounter this unreasonable fellow,” the Hakka nanny said.

“Let me see your wound,” Han Sheng said to Mao Yishi.

Mao Yishi reluctantly exposed his genitals to the moonlight. Han Sheng looked closely and noticed that his manhood was still wrapped in gauze… “Nanny, ‘saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda,’ what's wrong with giving him a few drops of ‘sweat’?” Han Sheng turned to the Hakka nanny and tried to persuade her.

“But he’s not a ‘person’…” the old woman persisted.

Upon hearing this, Mao Yishi's anger flared up again. Suddenly, he lowered his body, threw himself on all fours, arched his back, and writhed his thin, pointed buttocks like a cat in heat, emitting continuous "meows" like a baby's cry, the sound extremely mournful. His abdomen rose and fell, and through his skin, one could see his bulging bladder... "Tai Chi Cat Kung Fu," Han Sheng thought, "this Undying Bone might start urinating again."

The Hakka nanny, seeing Mao Yishi's strange posture, dared not be negligent. She raised her palms and moved them horizontally in front of her chest, silently reciting the first move of the Zhuyou technique, "Ghost Wall," preparing her defense.

"Hey, Mao Yishi, you still have bandages wrapped around your there," Han Sheng said with a grin.

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