The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 24

Chapter 308

"Their, their entry into the cave," Onizuka whispered.

"Hide, Onizuka, go scout the situation, but don't alert them," Kurosawa ordered.

"Yes." Onizuka's figure floated up, crossed the withered wooden bridge over the stream, and quickly disappeared into the mist.

Kurosawa waved his hand, and Huang Jianguo and Old Ghost hid behind a towering tree.

"Mr... Kurosawa..." Huang Jianguo stammered, pointing in fear at the bushes not far away.

Kurosawa looked over, and the dark green bushes parted on both sides, revealing a giant python with its enormous head emerging from within. It then quickly darted out, climbed over the withered tree spanning the stream, and headed towards the cave.

"Just a python, no need to make a fuss," Kurosawa said, frowning, his gaze still fixed on the direction of the cave.

Onizuka arrived at the cave entrance and cautiously peeked inside. He discovered that the cave wasn't completely dark, but rather had sufficient light. After a moment's thought, he silently floated up the rock wall and found the crevice in the mountainside. He clung to the crevice and looked down, his gaze falling on the stone platform. There he saw Lieutenant Colonel Wu, a large monkey-like mountain ape, and the young woman Mingyue standing to the side.

After listening to Lieutenant Dai Bingguo's impassioned speech below the platform, Lu Taiguan sighed deeply and said with a heavy expression, "Back then, I fled my hometown overnight to avoid the suppression of counter-revolutionaries; otherwise, I might have already been executed. If you go back, your chances of survival are slim."

"Sir, we accept it," Dai Bingguo said, straightening his chest with a tragic air.

"Here's an idea. You all come back to Hong Kong with me first, hold a press conference, and the attention of the international media will be focused on the five of you. Then you can tell the world that Lieutenant Dai Bingguo of the 200th Division of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, following the orders given by General Dai Anlan before his death in 1942, held out in the jungles of Burma for 34 years, and in the end, only the five of you survived. In this way, the Kuomintang will definitely demand that you return to Taiwan, and the Chinese government will also try to get you back to the mainland. Then you can express your desire to return to your hometown and reunite with your families, and no one will dare to harm you anymore. At that time, I will let you return home in suits and ties, and give each of you two hundred thousand US dollars, so you will be worry-free for the rest of your lives."

"Sir, please let us discuss this," said Lieutenant Dai Bingguo.

"Alright," Lu Taiguan waved his hand.

"No one is allowed to touch the bald old woman." Yuanmu stood in front of the bald old woman, waving his two strong arms, and said decisively.

"What did you say? Wood?" Lu Taiguan asked in confusion.

"No one is allowed to touch the bald old woman!" Yuanmu roared.

Lu Taiguan sternly told Yuanmu, "The bald old woman is my aunt. Her dying wish was to return to Poyang Lake Valley and be buried next to her master, so I must take her away."

Yuanmu's mane stood on end, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared, "I'll kill you all!" With that, he let out a shrill whistle, and instantly a deafening "chirp chirp..." sound filled the stone hall, stirring the very air.

Lu Taiguan was horrified to see that all the three-inch-long, fierce-looking, dark brown insects on the stone hall floor had raised their chewing organs, revealing a pair of large, dark red mandibles, and raised their shiny forewings, striking their sound-producing mirrors left and right. Over a hundred thousand of them were rubbing together, the sound like crashing waves, almost bursting eardrums.

Mingyue hurriedly gestured to Yuanmu, telling him to stop.

A sharp whistle rang out from the ape, abruptly silencing the crickets' chirping. The stone hall fell silent, and the buzzing in everyone's ears subsided after a long while.

"Wood, why did you keep Bald Granny here?" Mingyue asked the ape gently.

"Bald Granny isn't dead," the ape argued.

"Let me see," Hansheng said, stepping onto the stone platform. The ape

was about to stop him when Mingyue said softly, "Wood, Hansheng is a doctor. Let him examine Granny."

The ape looked at Mingyue, his eyes filled with grievance, and said, "Alright then, what can I do? You're my woman."

Mingyue blushed and said nothing more.

Han Sheng placed three fingers on the bald old woman's wrist and forcefully cut down... "Extremely strange," Han Sheng muttered to himself, "'Dark and gloomy, silent and still, nothing seen, nothing heard, nothing known, neither sight nor hearing,' the old woman's skin was as cold as ice and as hard as stone, without a pulse, yet her soul remained, which Han Sheng could sense."

"Then is she alive or dead?" Lu Taiguan asked

, puzzled. Han Sheng stood up and pondered, "The world believes that when a person dies, the heart stops beating, blood stops flowing, the meridians are blocked, and there is no pulse, but they don't know that their vital energy still exists. This is not the breath from the lungs, but refers to the biomagnetic field, which is called the 'intermediate state.' However, the intermediate state cannot exist in the world for long; it dissipates after forty-nine days. During this period, if a fortuitous encounter occurs, a corpse transformation can happen."

"Could it be that Auntie has undergone a corpse transformation?" Lu Taiguan asked doubtfully.

"Exactly," Han Sheng replied affirmatively.

"Could she also be a blood corpse?" Lu Taiguan wondered, recalling how his aunt had saved him years ago.

"No, she's a stone corpse," Han Sheng replied.

"A stone corpse?" Lu Taiguan looked down in surprise, carefully examining the bald old woman's stiff body.

"A stone corpse," Han Sheng recalled the records of stone corpses in the "Corpse Clothing Classic," "The stone corpse is the most peculiar of all corpse transformations, extremely rare in the world. Not only is it rarely recorded in historical books, but even the countless unofficial histories and martial arts manuals of the common people don't mention it. Stone corpses have a ten-year petrification period, and right now, the bald old woman is in that petrification period."

"What's this petrification period?" Lu Taiguan asked, while Mingyue and Yuanmu listened intently.

Han Sheng explained, "Some unorthodox masters, before entering the intermediate state (bardo) upon death, take medicine and meditate to systematically shut down the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. Their hearts stop beating, and their blood stagnates, but the brain's biomagnetic field remains active, and they can sense external stimuli, though they cannot react. Simply put, their three souls cannot temporarily command their seven spirits; this is the petrification period."

Above the crack in the stone hall's ceiling, Ghost Tomb, lurking there, heard every word clearly, scratching his head in disbelief. The Yin-Yang philosophy of the Central Plains was truly profound! He held his breath and continued listening.

"The petrification period lasts ten years. During this time, the stone corpse is actually in seclusion, meditating. This meditation is extremely powerful, called 'Intermediate State Meditation.' On the day the ten-year petrification period ends, their eyes bleed, they are reborn, not only surviving but also greatly increasing their power and lifespan by several decades," Han Sheng continued.

Lu Taiguan, Mingyue, and the others were dumbfounded.

“However, during the ten-year petrification period, the body cannot move and cannot resist any external force from humans or animals. Therefore, one must sit in ‘intermediate state meditation’ in a secluded place. This secret technique has been known to few since ancient times, and no one has ever been heard of mastering it, due to its extreme difficulty,” Han Sheng concluded.

“No wonder Auntie came to such a secluded place. With the ape-wood tree and so many strange beetles protecting it, it is naturally very safe. Brother Han Sheng, do you perhaps know the method of practicing ‘intermediate state meditation’?” Lu Taiguan asked with interest.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

Lu Taiguan looked regretful, then continued, “We don’t know when Auntie’s petrification period will end. We can’t just wait here until she comes out of seclusion, can we?”

Han Sheng turned to the ape-wood tree and asked, “How many years has the bald-headed old woman been like this?”

"I don't remember," Yuanmu said憨憨地, "She told me she wasn't dead and that I should keep an eye on her and not let anything touch her."

Hansheng looked at Lu Taiguan and said, "It seems there's no other way but to wait. In that case, Ancestor and I must return to Blue Moon Valley."

Mingyue sighed upon hearing this, "Mingyue has to go too."

"Where are you going?" Lu Taiguan asked anxiously.

"Tabalin Temple," Mingyue replied.

In the mist, Guizuka lightly landed behind the Wangtian Tree.

"Mr. Kurosawa, they're all inside. Strangely enough, there are five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers who have held out in the jungle for thirty-four years. It's terrifying..." Guizuka recounted everything he had heard.

"Five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers are still alive in the jungle? Onizuka, kill them! We absolutely cannot let them go to Hong Kong alive to hold any press conferences. This will stir up anti-Japanese sentiment among the people in the areas occupied by the Empire during World War II, damage the peaceful image that Japan has established after the war, and especially harm the friendly relations between China and Japan. Do you understand?" Kurosawa pondered for a moment after hearing this, then said seriously.

"Yes, I will go and kill them," Onizuka replied.

Huang Jianguo interjected, "Mr. Kurosawa is truly farsighted. Five soldiers from the Chinese Expeditionary Force from thirty-four years ago are still alive in the Burmese jungle. If the Chinese people knew about this, it would definitely spark an anti-Japanese movement. At the very least, they would demand war reparations from Japan. I know that although the Chinese government has already refused, the statute of limitations for war reparations under international law has not yet expired. If tens of millions of families of Chinese war victims were to cause trouble, it would be extremely detrimental to Japan."

Kurosawa

nodded, patted Huang Jianguo on the shoulder, and praised, "Jianguo-kun, very good. To be so considerate of Japan, we will definitely support you in taking control of the Central Plains in the future."

"We're all family," Huang Jianguo said obsequiously, bowing deeply.

"Onizuka, make sure Jianguo-kun masters more of the advanced techniques of the Corpse-Slaying Cult as soon as possible to ensure his safety," Kurosawa instructed.

"Jianguo-kun, you're progressing so quickly," Onizuka said.

"Master Onizuka, you just said that the Stone Corpse will be very powerful after it breaks through its barrier. I think we must eliminate it before then," Huang Jianguo suggested with a smile.

"That's right, smash the Stone Corpse. We absolutely cannot let her become a stumbling block for us," Kurosawa nodded.

"Hansheng's and the Ancestor's must leave their territory. Those from Blue Moon Valley must go," Onizuka continued, recalling Hansheng's last conversation with Lieutenant Colonel Wu.

"Oh, very good, the opportunity has come. If Hansheng and the Ancestor leave, we can make our move. As for those five Chinese soldiers, Onizuka, go and kill them as soon as possible," Kurosawa ordered.

"Hiss..." At this moment, a series of strange and noisy sounds came from afar.

Kurosawa and the others were startled and quickly concealed themselves to observe.

On the forest path, dozens of large, multicolored pythons slithered forward in a grand procession. Leading the way was a strange man, barefoot and turbaned, wearing a dirty white homespun robe, with a chubby baby perched on each shoulder…

Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl slowly released their mouths; they couldn't withstand inhaling too much vital energy at once. Then, each with their swollen bellies, they climbed down from Menglachaweng. The two, hand in hand, walked out of the cave and played in the open space outside.

The pythons were all coiled up, dozing with their eyes half-closed. The golden python couple, nestled together, were also drowsy. Seeing the two babies emerge, the female python's half-open eyes revealed a tender expression.

Menglachaweng. Bing yawned; the passion ignited by his female hormones slowly subsided. Now, he felt unusually tired, so he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A large, brown-spotted python slithered in and crawled to Menglachawong. The snake's fiery red forked tongue hissed rapidly near Bing's ear.

Menglachawong. Bing suddenly became alert; the pythons scouting in the rainforest had already discovered Han Sheng and the others.

"Eee-woo..." Menglachawong. Bing blew his blood flute and hurriedly stepped out of the cave. The pythons, awakened by the flute, raised their heads, alert and awaiting the order to depart.

Menglachawong. Bing rubbed his chest muscles, fastened his robe, slung a bulging cloth bag over his shoulder, and then smiled kindly at the two infants, saying, "My children, don't be too naughty." He then bit his tongue, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood mist onto them, before picking them up and carrying them on his shoulders. Leading dozens of pythons, he marched in a grand procession into the depths of the dense forest.

The brown-spotted python, acting as messenger, led the way, traversing mountains and valleys, passing through dense forests, finally arriving at the valley filled with towering trees where the mountain apes lived.

At that moment, Kurosawa quietly said to Onizuka and Huang Jianguo, "Let's remain still for now and see what this barefoot monster is up to."

Onizuka nodded, and they all concealed themselves.

Inside the cave, when Yuanmu heard that Mingyue was leaving, he panicked, spreading his arms wide and shouting loudly, his face red and neck thick, "My woman can't leave!"

Mingyue turned to look at Yuanmu's simple and honest appearance, and shook her head: "Wooden head, you probably don't understand, humans and apes are not the same kind..." After saying that, she looked up and sighed deeply, saying in a mournful tone, "I have promised Master Gema that I will return to Tabaling Monastery to spend the rest of my life with the ancient Buddha and the lamp."

The kappa lying on the stretcher suddenly sat up and sent out strong thoughts to Mingyue again and again: "I am the same kind!"

Yuanmu grabbed Mingyue's hand, his eyes already filled with tears, and said aggrievedly, "Bald Granny, wake up, Wooden head will go with you."

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crickets' group. It turned out that a giant python had rashly rushed into the cave.

The ghost crickets swarmed forward, their countless dark red fangs frantically slicing through the python's tough hide. Blood flowed from the wounds, and the python's head was covered in ghost crickets. Its eyes were instantly ripped open, oozing two streams of dark brown liquid. The python writhed in agony, its body contorted, its mouth agape emitting mournful hissing cries. Two nimble ghost crickets seized the opportunity, leaping into its mouth and swiftly sawing off the fiery red python's forked tongue with their fangs.

"Han Sheng, the physician from the Central Plains, come out and face your death..." A harsh shout suddenly rang out from outside the cave

. "Someone's coming," said Yuanmu, followed by a whistle. The ghost crickets surged out, forming several rows on their side of the stream outside the cave, their eyes fixed menacingly on the intruders on the opposite bank.

Lu Taiguan waved his hand and ordered, "Lieutenant, prepare for battle."

"Yes, sir." Dai Bingguo immediately led four soldiers, grabbed their American carbines, and rushed out of the stone hall.

Three bodyguards drew their pistols and escorted Lu Taiguan out of the cave. Han Sheng, Shan Yuan, Ming Yue, and Lao Zu followed behind. Kappa climbed down from the stretcher and trudged to the rear.

Outside the cave, across a log bridge spanning a stream, dozens of thick pythons crawled on the opposite bank, their heads held high, their fiery red tongues flicking arrogantly into the air. Standing at the forefront was a dark-skinned, barefoot, turbaned strange man with a blood-red vertical flute in his mouth and a chubby white baby perched on each of his shoulders... "Shen Caihua!" Han Sheng recognized the baby on the strange man's shoulders at a glance and was greatly surprised.

The old ancestor tilted her head, staring repeatedly at the smooth, jade-like little girl. The mother-daughter connection she felt was unmistakable, but the baby's skin had no wrinkles. Was it really Zu Mo? She drifted into a daze, softly calling her daughter's name… But the two infants on the strange man's shoulders remained unmoved, their dark eyes scrutinizing Han Sheng and the old ancestor as if they were strangers, showing no sign of surprise or delight.

Han Sheng was also puzzled. Shen Caihua would never be mistaken, and he and the wrinkled baby girl were always inseparable. Yet this girl's skin was clean and smooth, without a single wrinkle. Could she not be the wrinkled baby girl? Or had she had some extraordinary encounter, and this strange man had healed her? In any case, judging from the infants' current expressions, they seemed to be under some kind of spell.

"Old ancestor, they're under witchcraft," Han Sheng whispered to the old ancestor.

"Which one is Han Sheng? Step forward!" the strange man shouted.

Han Sheng stepped forward and proclaimed loudly, "I am Han Sheng."

The ghost crickets swarmed forward, their countless dark red fangs frantically slicing through the python's tough hide. Blood flowed from the wounds, and the enormous python's head was covered in ghost crickets. Its eyes were instantly slit open, oozing two streams of dark brown liquid. The python writhed in agony, its body contorted, its mouth agape emitting mournful hissing cries. Two clever ghost crickets seized the opportunity, leaping into its mouth and quickly sawing off the fiery red python's forked tongue with their fangs.

"Han Sheng, the physician from the Central Plains, come out and face your death..." A harsh shout suddenly rang out from outside the cave.

"Someone's coming," Yuan Mu said, followed by a whistle. The ghost crickets swarmed out, forming several rows on their side of the stream outside the cave, their eyes fixed menacingly on the intruders on the opposite bank.

Lu Taiguan waved his hand and ordered, "Lieutenant, prepare for battle."

"Yes, sir." Dai Bingguo immediately led four soldiers, grabbed their American carbines, and rushed out of the stone hall.

Three bodyguards drew their pistols and escorted Lu Taiguan out of the cave. Han Sheng, Shan Yuan, Ming Yue, and Lao Zu followed behind. Kappa climbed down from the stretcher and trudged to the rear.

Outside the cave, across a log bridge spanning a stream, dozens of thick pythons crawled on the opposite bank, their heads held high, their fiery red tongues flicking arrogantly into the air. Standing at the forefront was a dark-skinned, barefoot, turbaned strange man with a blood-red vertical flute in his mouth and a chubby white baby perched on each of his shoulders... "Shen Caihua!" Han Sheng recognized the baby on the strange man's shoulders at a glance and was greatly surprised.

The old ancestor tilted her head, staring repeatedly at the smooth, jade-like little girl. The mother-daughter connection she felt was unmistakable, but the baby's skin had no wrinkles. Was it really Zu Mo? She drifted into a daze, softly calling her daughter's name… But the two infants on the strange man's shoulders remained unmoved, their dark eyes scrutinizing Han Sheng and the old ancestor as if they were strangers, showing no sign of surprise or delight.

Han Sheng was also puzzled. Shen Caihua would never be mistaken, and he and the wrinkled baby girl were always inseparable. Yet this girl's skin was clean and smooth, without a single wrinkle. Could she not be the wrinkled baby girl? Or had she had some extraordinary encounter, and this strange man had healed her? In any case, judging from the infants' current expressions, they seemed to be under some kind of spell.

"Old ancestor, they're under witchcraft," Han Sheng whispered to the old ancestor.

"Which one is Han Sheng? Step forward!" the strange man shouted.

Han Sheng stepped forward and said loudly, "I am Han Sheng."

Meng Lacha Weng. Bing carefully examined the unassuming young man before him, quite puzzled. Kun Weichai had received some of his true teachings; it was unbelievable that an ordinary Central Plains doctor could so easily kill his apprentice.

"Hey, why did you kill my apprentice?" Meng Lacha Weng. Bing said angrily.

Han Sheng was taken aback, then asked in confusion, "Killed your apprentice? Who are you? And who is your apprentice?"

Meng Lacha Weng. Bing snorted and said, "My apprentice Kun Weichai, you know him, right?"

"Kun Weichai? Are you talking about that sorcerer from the Thai consulate?" Han Sheng asked.

"Of course, did you really kill him?" Meng Lacha Weng. Bing's eyes were fixed on Han Sheng.

"I've never met him before, how could I kill him?" Han Sheng said frankly.

"Never met him? Then how did you know him?" Meng Lacha Weng. Bing said suspiciously.

"I heard about this person from the old lama Danba at the Yonghe Temple in Beijing. Later, I heard that Kunweicha was killed by Xiao Yanfang," Han Sheng answered truthfully.

"Who is Xiao Yanfang?" Menglachaweng. Bing pressed.

"A famous Peking Opera actress, she's neither male nor female, like a transvestite," Han Sheng said disdainfully.

Menglachaweng. Bing sensed the slanderous tone in Han Sheng's words and felt displeased. He said irritably, "Tell me why this person killed Kunweicha. If you can't answer, you'll definitely be implicated."

"Kunweicha cast a 'yin-yang grass' curse on the old lama Danba, killing him. Just as his crime was about to be exposed, Xiao Yanfang cut his throat to silence him," Han Sheng recounted the story he had heard from Granny Wang.

Menglachaweng. Bing immediately asked, "Where is Xiao Yanfang?"

Han Sheng shook his head and told him, "Xiao Yanfang is dead. She shot herself at the foot of Meili Snow Mountain in northwestern Yunnan."

"Haha, a dead man with no way to prove it. Who would believe your lies?" Meng Lachaweng. Bing sneered.

"I can testify," Mingyue stepped forward and said.

"And who are you?" Meng Lachaweng. Bing asked curiously.

"I am Mingyue. My master, Granny Wang, and I were all there and witnessed it. What Han Sheng said is absolutely true," Mingyue said confidently.

Meng Lachaweng. Bing shook his head: "You're all in cahoots. You're not reliable."

Behind the Wangtian tree, Hei Ze and the others heard clearly. He nodded smugly and whispered, "Very good. When these two sides fight, we can reap the benefits."

"Yes, we need to find a way to escalate the conflict between them," Huang Jianguo said cunningly, showing his quick wit.

Kurosawa stood up, emerged from behind the Hopea tree, and said loudly, "I can also testify that Khun Weichai was murdered by them."

Chapter 310.

Kurosawa, dressed in a black suit torn by thorny plants in the dense forest and stained with bright red sap from chicken-blood vine, and wearing leather shoes with one toe sticking out, looked somewhat disheveled. Despite this, he still stood straight and upright before Meng Lachaweng.

"Who are you?" Meng Lachaweng. Bing asked in surprise.

"I am Kurosawa, the Deputy Consul General of Japan in China. I can testify that Mr. Khun Weichai of the Thai Consulate was murdered by this group," Kurosawa said loudly.

Lu Taiguan and Han Sheng, among others, stared in surprise at the suddenly appearing Kurosawa, their eyes scanning the surroundings. They didn't find Guizuka, Huang Jianguo, or Lao Gui, but they all knew they were definitely hiding nearby.

Meng Lachaweng. Bing looked at the short, Japanese man with suspicion, then asked, "What's your basis? Tell me."

"May I ask your honorable name, sir?" Kurosawa asked respectfully.

"Mongrachawong. Bing, the foremost sorcerer in Thailand," Mongrachawong replied.

"Oh, you're royalty. My apologies for my rudeness," Kurosawa bowed deeply.

"Mr. Monrachawong." Bing snorted, staring at him with disdain.

Kurosawa glanced across the stream, secretly surprised. The five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers were armed with American carbines, their firepower considerable. And that kappa could release poison; they had to be careful. The mountain ape standing next to Mingyue might very well be the "Ramagu ape" mentioned in Major Spider-Hand's notebook. The current situation was one of overwhelming odds; it seemed the only option was to sow discord, instigate a conflict between them and the Thai sorcerers, and then seize an opportunity to strike at Hansheng.

Thinking this, he chuckled coldly and said, "Mr. Monrachawong, our Japanese consulate has numerous informants in Beijing, gathering intelligence daily on politics, economics, and society. The Thai consulate also has people doing this work; Mr. Kunweicha is one of them. I think you're aware of this, aren't you?" Monrachawong

. Bing didn't deny it; in fact, he didn't know.

Kurosawa knew perfectly well that for a lie to be convincing and airtight, it had to contain a significant amount of truth; if it were entirely fabricated, no one would believe it.

"Several months ago, one morning, the Japanese Consulate General received a tip from within the Chinese public security system that an unidentified male corpse had been found in the moat near the Forbidden City that morning. The forensic examination by the Public Security Bureau determined that he had died from a severed carotid artery. His identity was ultimately confirmed as a Thai consulate attaché named Khun Weichai. Strangely, both Thailand and China remained tight-lipped, hastily cremating the body as if nothing had happened. We found this very suspicious; such a low-key handling suggested some hidden secret. The Cabinet Research Office in Tokyo requested us to investigate, and so, through our inside contacts, we gradually uncovered the truth behind Khun Weichai's death," Kurosawa recounted. This part was entirely true.

Even Lu Taiguan, Han Sheng, and others were captivated by the story.

He befriended the Danba Lama, and together with Professor Liu Yisou and the famous Peking Opera actress Xiao Yanfang, the four became close friends. However, Master Jin's true intentions were not what they seemed; he was after the prophecy of the Geda Living Buddha that the Danba Lama knew. This ruthless Master Jin would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, persuading Kunweicha to cast a curse on his good friend, the Danba Lama, hoping that the Danba Lama would reveal the prophecy before his death. But the Danba Lama never spoke. Even more appalling, when his crimes were exposed, he actually ordered Xiao Yanfang to cruelly murder Kunweicha to silence him, and finally forced Xiao Yanfang to commit suicide as well. "Mr. Menglacha Weng, this is the true cause of your disciple's death." Kurosawa, based on his imagination, fabricated this convincing story, a mix of truth and falsehood.

After a moment of silence, Menglacha Weng Bing spoke up: "Then what does all this have to do with Han Sheng, the doctor from the Central Plains?" "

Kurosawa laughed heartily, "You can ask Hansheng yourself. After the matter was exposed, did Master Jin arrange to meet him in his hometown in Jiangxi? Did they travel together to northwestern Yunnan and then hide away together?"

Menglachaweng Bing's sharp gaze turned to Hansheng, his face grim as he asked, "Hansheng, is Master Jin really with you?" Hansheng

blushed and stammered, "Yes."

"Where is Master Jin now?" "Monglachaiweng. Bing shouted sharply.

Han Sheng shook his head; he absolutely could not reveal the secret of Blue Moon Valley.

"Beep beep beep..." Menglachaiweng. Bing, with a blood flute in his mouth, played a rapid, short melody.

"Hiss hiss!" Dozens of large pythons coiled together, emitting a chilling cry, then "whoosh whoosh whoosh," they sprang up, leaped across the stream, and pounced towards the group.

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo raised an arm, about to swing it down, when Han Sheng hurriedly shouted, "Don't shoot and hurt the baby!" The

lieutenant looked at Lu Taiguan in confusion. Seeing the critical situation, Lu Taiguan could only order, "Don't shoot at people!"

Just then, the monkey pursed its lips and let out a loud whistle… “Chirp chirp chirp…” The ghost crickets simultaneously slapped their sound-producing mirrors, and a deafening chirping sound echoed through the valley. These shiny black beetles then swarmed forward, bravely charging towards the giant pythons that were flying through the air. What

followed was a chaotic battle. The black ghost crickets, only a little over three inches long, jumped onto the giant pythons, opened their chewing mouthparts, and extended their serrated incisors, frantically cutting and sawing at the pythons' bodies. Blood stained their incisors and transparent wings. The giant pythons' thick and heavy bodies rolled desperately, their tails rapidly moving on the ground. The crickets were whipped and thrashed, crushing swarms of them into a bloody pulp. But the remaining crickets, fearless, charged forward relentlessly, their hissing and chirping filling

the air. The battle raged fiercely, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield and rivers of blood. Saki's eyes turned red. With a roar, he leaped into the air, grabbed the head of a large black-striped python, and with a powerful twist, ripped its jaws open with a sharp crack. Blood gushed forth, splattering onto its long, golden fur.

The kappa staggered forward, turned its rear end, parted its brown fur, and sprayed venom. A python immediately began to emit white smoke, writhing in pain before finally going still.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Carbines rang out, and several more pythons' heads were ripped open by bullets.

Monglachawong. Bing, seeing the pythons were no match, sneered, reached up and untied the bulging white cloth wrapped around his head, and waved it into the air. Instantly, a cloud of blood-red mist blew towards the opposite bank of the stream... Han Sheng's fly-like eyes suddenly opened; the red mist was clearly composed of countless tiny red insects. These creatures were extremely small, covered in stiff hairs, and had two strong hind legs, using their bodies to propel themselves forward in succession. At this moment, to the others, all they saw was a rapidly approaching cloud of blood mist, and they stared blankly, bewildered.

"It's a swarm of red fleas!" "Han Sheng shouted, telling everyone to be careful.

This is a group of Menglachaweng. The blood fleas that Bing has cultivated for many years are an important medium for his blood curse. They are usually wrapped around the top of the head and can be easily cast out when needed. Fleas are good at jumping and can jump seven or eight inches high, which is 350 times their body length, equivalent to a person easily leaping over a skyscraper. Blood fleas suck up to 20 milliliters of blood a day, which is more than 30 times their body weight. They are definitely real vampires.

During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, the plague was prevalent in the Central Plains. Shi Daonan once wrote a poem: "East rats die, west rats die, people see dead rats as if they see tigers. Rats die in a few days, people die like a broken wall." "People die in broad daylight, their numbers unknown; the sun's rays are bleak, shrouded in sorrowful clouds. Three men have walked less than ten steps when two suddenly die

, blocking the road..." These fleas carry the plague bacillus, causing rapid onset and a high mortality rate. In Europe, it was known as the "Black Death," which claimed over 100 million lives in the 14th century. However, the blood fleas raised by Monlacha Wong Bing are different. After biting someone, they become infected with a blood curse, directly invading the brain and controlling the mind to obey the commands of the blood flute—a truly terrifying prospect. In the Southeast Asian black magic world, the "Yin-Yang Grass" curse was previously considered the most powerful because people were unaware of the existence of blood curses. This

blood curse was created by Monlacha Wong Bing after decades of dedicated effort; few in the world had heard of it, and there was no way to counter it—truly incredibly potent.

Chapter 311

"What can a tiny flea do to me?" "Then the old ancestor, bare-chested and with a loud shout, strode forward with imposing grandeur. Her five fingers joined together, brimming with true energy, she softly waved her palms towards the red mist, sending two sharp gusts of yin wind sweeping across... The blood mist was dispersed by the palm winds, and some of the blood fleas, unable to withstand the impact of the true energy, suddenly exploded, their limbs scattered on the ground. However, half of the blood fleas managed to leap through the gaps in the palm winds and onto the old ancestor's half-naked torso. The old ancestor felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, looked down at the small red spots covering her plump, dark chest, and actually chuckled foolishly. She had been afflicted by a blood curse."

As everyone remained stunned, the remaining blood fleas that had fallen to the ground bounced and silently attacked them, completely unnoticed and unprepared. In moments, everyone on this side of the stream was covered in blood fleas, even the kappa and the mountain ape were not spared.

Then, everyone began to chuckle foolishly. Lieutenant Dai Bingguo's expeditionary force threw their carbines on the ground and stared at Menglachaon. Bing smiled sheepishly, awaiting the blood flute's command in a daze.

Mingyue's internal healing arts sensed the invading evil and spontaneously resisted, but Mingyue had only inherited five forms of healing from Granny Wang, which were evenly matched with the blood fleas' magical power. Therefore, her mind fluctuated between clarity and confusion, resulting in a persistent smile.

The kappa and the mountain ape were not human; they simply felt itchy all over, so they sat down and picked fleas from their body hair, popping one into their mouths, crushing it, and swallowing it.

Unlike the others, Lu Taiguan was a blood corpse. The sharp beaks of blood fleas pierced his skin, and the violent blood curse prematurely triggered his monthly hemorrhage. Blood gushed from his eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, anus, and urethra—all nine orifices—and he screamed, writhing on the ground in agony.

Only Han Sheng, protected by his corpse shroud, remained unmoved. As soon as a blood flea approached, a flash of light appeared, accompanied by a crackling sound, and then a wisp of green smoke rose, instantly obliterating the flea.

Seeing that everyone was delirious, Han Sheng knew they had been cursed, but Lu Taiguan, covered in blood, looked pitiful.

"Mr. Lu, what happened to you?" Han Sheng knelt down and asked anxiously.

"I don't know why, but before the appointed time, my monthly hemorrhage from all nine orifices has come early," Lu Taiguan said in pain.

"What should we do?" Han Sheng asked.

“Back in Hong Kong, I bought blood from the Queen Mary Hospital blood bank every month to drink, but where can I find fresh human blood in this rainforest?” Lu Taiguan said breathlessly.

“How much do you need?” Han Sheng asked, thinking that to save Lu Taiguan’s life, he would rather donate some himself.

“It’s about 4000cc for one person,” Lu Taiguan replied.

Han Sheng was shocked. That much was equivalent to replacing all the blood in a human body. “Would python blood work?” he asked.

“Animal blood won’t work; it must be human blood,” Lu Taiguan shook his head.

“Does blood type matter?” Han Sheng sighed and continued to ask.

“It doesn’t matter; any will do.” As Lu Taiguan spoke, a large amount of fresh blood gushed from his orifices, forming a red puddle on the ground.

Han Sheng looked up and gazed across the stream… Kurosawa stood in Monrachaon. Beside Bing, a man watched with satisfaction the battle he had instigated. The outcome was now clear. He beckoned, and Guizuka and Huang Jianguo emerged from behind the towering tree. Huang Jianguo still clutched two Japanese melon grenades, while Guizuka, relaxed, loosened his belt and urinated under the tree.

At that moment, Han Sheng sighed, gritted his teeth, and with a sudden burst of determination, stood up. His Fly Eye technique activated instantly, and he darted across the stream with lightning speed… In an instant, Han Sheng had identified his target.

Kurosawa stood beside Menglachaon. It wasn't easy to attack Bing, this strange sorcerer, especially since he was a Japanese diplomat; provoking him would cause trouble. Huang Jianguo was also out of the question; he was holding two grenades, and if they exploded, wouldn't there be a large number of casualties? Only Old Ghost remained, but his martial arts were formidable, and he was unlikely to be captured. Only a

sudden, swift attack offered any hope. Old Ghost stood under the tree, urinating rapidly, completely unaware of the possibility of an attack. He was just finishing urinating, with only a few drops left. He used his only hand to pinch his penis and shake it up and down to shake off the water droplets… Han Sheng's body slammed into Old Ghost's shoulder at high speed. Old Ghost's body flew backward, his head hitting the hard tree trunk with a "whoosh." His vision went black, and he lost consciousness, slowly collapsing to his side. Han Sheng seized the opportunity to catch him, quickly turning and running back. In a flash, he had crossed the stream and returned to Lu Taiguan's side, then laid the unconscious Old Ghost down.

"Start drinking his blood immediately," Han Sheng said urgently, pointing to Old Ghost's carotid artery.

Without hesitation, Lu Taiguan bit down on Lao Gui's neck, severing the carotid artery on the right side of his neck. Warm, sweet blood gushed into his mouth... Han Sheng's speed was so fast that Meng Lachaon, Bing, Hei Ze, Huang Jianguo, and the others on the other side of the stream couldn't even see clearly. They only saw a blur before Han Sheng had already kidnapped Lao Gui. Upon closer inspection, they saw Lieutenant Colonel Wu on top of Lao Gui, frantically sucking his blood.

Hei Ze stomped his feet in anger, realizing that it was too late to rescue him. Gui Zu was about to float away when Hei Ze grabbed him, gritting his teeth and whispering, "It's too late. Controlling the situation is more important."

"Ugh..." Meng Lachaon. Bing began to play the blood flute, its melody eerie. The old ancestor, Lieutenant Dai Bingguo, and others picked up carbines from the ground, holding them in their hands, and slowly formed a circle, expressionless, as they approached Han Sheng, Lu Taiguan, and Mingyue.

The banks of the stream were littered with the corpses of ghost crickets and pythons; those still alive were engaged in their final struggle, including the golden python couple. Their hissing and chirping sounds had noticeably weakened, and a thick stench of blood permeated the air.

Han Sheng watched as the controlled old ancestor and the five armed expeditionary soldiers closed in, and a surge of anxiety welled up within him. He could break through on his own, but Lu Taiguan was still drinking blood and couldn't be stopped. He turned his gaze to Mingyue.

Mingyue's face shifted between smiles and seriousness; her internal healing arts were battling against the demonic sound of the blood flute. Meanwhile, the kappa and the mountain ape were still meticulously sitting on the ground, catching blood fleas from their bodies.

Huang Jianguo's mind raced. He quietly slipped across the stream and made his way towards the cave.

The cave was empty. In the dim light, he spotted a lifeless, bald old woman sitting cross-legged in a recess in the stone wall of a platform. His heart leaped with excitement. Ever since Onizuka described what he had seen and heard in the cave to Kurosawa, he had made up his mind.

He tiptoed up the platform, walked to the bald old woman, and squatted down to observe her closely. The old woman's eyes were dull and lifeless. Dust had accumulated in the wrinkles on her forehead and on the tips of her eyebrows and nose, indicating that she was indeed still in the petrification stage. He poked the old woman's grayish-white skin with his finger; it was as tough as leather and showed no reaction. He looked around, but there was no one in sight. Faintly, he could hear the final battle cries of ghost crickets and a giant python coming from outside the cave.

This was a golden opportunity, Huang Jianguo thought.

Huang Jianguo carefully tucked the grenade into his pocket, rolled up his sleeves, reached out and grabbed the bald old woman's chin. He then pried open her tightly closed mouth with his fingers, peering inside. He saw two rows of uneven, yellowish-brown gap-toothed teeth, a soft, dry tongue, and a dark, seemingly deep throat. He cautiously licked the old woman's gums with his own tongue; there was no strange taste. Then, he forcefully probed deep into her mouth with the tip of his tongue, touching a tonsil hanging from her throat—it tasted slightly salty.

Huang Jianguo first expelled the air from his lungs, then held his breath and plunged his entire mouth into the bald old woman's mouth, then began to suck forcefully… The bald old woman's chest and abdomen rose and fell rhythmically with Huang Jianguo's powerful sucking, her dormant essence slowly escaping and entering Huang Jianguo's eight extraordinary meridians. The incantation techniques he had painstakingly cultivated over nearly a century were gradually dissipated.

Crimson drops of blood slowly seeped from the bald old woman's eyes. Her biomagnetic field struggled fiercely, but unfortunately, she was in petrification and unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Huang Jianguo slowly drained away her century-old cultivation... Outside the cave, the fierce battle had basically ceased. In this battle, the ghost crickets and pythons were almost completely wiped out, and the survivors were all wounded and on the verge of death.

The demonic sound of the blood flute still drifted in the air. The patriarch raised his two yin palms, expressionless, his eyes fixed, and walked towards Han Sheng. Meanwhile, Dai Bingguo's expeditionary soldiers slowly raised their guns, aiming at Lu Taiguan, Mingyue, and the kappa and mountain ape within the circle... At this critical moment, Heize gave a signal, and Guizuka's body "whooshed" into the air, floating above the circle and grabbing Han Sheng from mid-air. Others could die, but Han Sheng could not.

At the same time, a powerful Heavenly Gang True Qi emanated from Menglachaweng. Bing charged from behind, the branches of trees along the way snapping and falling instantly...

Chapter 312

The Heavenly Gang Qi Gong, the treasure passed down by Wang Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect, was incredibly powerful. Master Jin had immersed himself in it for decades, and this all-out attack was truly formidable. The invisible Qi struck Menglachawong heavily. A "pfft" sound came from Bing's mouth as blood spurted out, the blood flute fell to the ground, and the demonic music stopped... "Master Jin!" Heize exclaimed, his face changing drastically.

The gaunt and thin abbot of Baiyun Temple, Master Jin, also known as Jia Shiming, appeared silently before him like a ghost.

"Consul Heize, we meet again," Master Jin said coldly.

Menglachawong. Bing, worthy of being Southeast Asia's top sorcerer, staggered a few steps under the heavy blow of the Heavenly Gang True Qi. Despite his internal injuries, he didn't fall, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "And who are you?" he gasped.

Master Jin snorted, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp and piercing.

"He's part of Han Sheng's gang, the Master Jin I mentioned, the abbot of Baiyun Temple in Beijing, the mastermind behind your disciple's death," Kurosawa said.

"Such powerful qigong," Monglachaion exclaimed. Bing coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"Hand over the two infants," Master Jin said grimly.

"No, those are my children!" Monglachaion cried. Bing, his hair disheveled, shouted and retreated.

"First it was Murakami Takeo, then Inubushi, now let me deal with you, this persistent little devil," Master Jin said, waving his hands as if to pounce.

"Wait! I am the Deputy Consul General of Japan in China, enjoying diplomatic immunity. If you dare touch me, it will inevitably cause a diplomatic dispute between China and Japan." Kurosawa said arrogantly without changing his expression.

"Nonsense, this is the tropical rainforest of Myanmar. What difference would it make if I killed you? I, Jia Shiming, have been blind for decades. Once I open my eyes, I will go on a killing spree." Master Jin said indifferently.

At this moment, Onizuka was grabbing Hansheng in mid-air when he suddenly heard the demonic sound of the blood flute stop abruptly. Sensing something was wrong, he turned his head and saw a tall, thin man about to attack Kurosawa. He quickly withdrew his hand and turned around in mid-air to quickly float back to rescue him.

"You, you can't hurt the leader!" Onizuka flung off his shirt in mid-air, revealing pink corpse spots on his upper body. Then, his body trembled, and dozens of corpse spots shot out towards Master Jin.

Master Jin was startled, having never seen such a strange hidden weapon before. Not daring to underestimate it, he quickly used his Heavenly Gang Qi Gong to protect himself. He saw the vivid, plum blossom-like corpse spots swirling rapidly around him outside his Qi, searching for an opening to attack.

Master Jin knew that the more mysterious and bizarre something was, the more powerful it was, so he dared not relax his guard in the slightest. He circulated his Heavenly Gang True Qi to protect his entire body while casting his gaze towards the opposite bank of the stream.

The demonic sound stopped, and Dai Bingguo and the expeditionary soldiers threw down their carbines, their faces returning to their strange, foolish grins. The old ancestor also slowly lowered his hands, staring blankly at Han Sheng, his chest exposed.

At this time, Lu Taiguan had already drained the old ghost of his blood, licked his lips, and slowly got up.

Huang Jianguo knelt before the bald old woman, sucking with abandon. He heard a hissing sound, startled, and recalling the "corpse-sucking technique" taught by Guizuka, he suddenly understood the source of the sound. He continued sucking, then laid the bald old woman down on the ground. He used his free hands to tear her pants, ripping strips of cloth to firmly plug her ears and nostrils. The hissing lessened considerably. He then crumpled the remaining cloth into several balls and stuffed them tightly into the bald old woman's three orifices, before resuming his unrestrained sucking.

The bald old woman's body gradually softened as the semen flowed out, her legs straightening, and the blood in her eyes increasing, trickling down her cheeks in thin streams.

The more Huang Jianguo inhaled, the more his body felt filled with internal energy. This sensation was completely different from inhaling the corpse energy of Major Spider-Hand and the Japanese soldiers in the cave in the Nujiang River Valley. He watched as the old woman's body beneath him gradually withered away, while he felt an extreme pleasure and excitement. Finally, with a loud "poof," his sphincter relaxed, releasing a very loud fart. He knew he had inhaled enough, so he released his numb mouth and slowly stood up.

"What are you doing!" A loud shout suddenly rang out behind Huang Jianguo, the accent extremely strange.

He turned around and saw a golden figure dart in through the cave entrance, instantly standing before him—it was the mountain ape that had been with Han Sheng and the others.

It turned out that after catching all the blood fleas, the mountain ape suddenly remembered that the ghost crickets inside the cave had already come out to fight, and there was nothing to protect the bald old woman. Feeling very uneasy, it had come into the cave to peek.

"Lama Ape, you can actually speak human language?" Huang Jianguo exclaimed in surprise.

"What did you do to Grandma?" Yuanmu stared wide-eyed at the disheveled, bald old woman lying on the ground.

Huang Jianguo's eyes darted around, remembering what Guizuka had overheard about Yuanmu's conversation. He then coaxed Yuanmu, "Your name is Wood, right? Let me tell you, Grandma's ten-year petrification period is over, so her eyes are bleeding and her body is weak. She's about to wake up." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a grenade, holding it in his hand just in case.

"Really? Grandma's finally waking up?" Yuanmu shouted excitedly. Although he could see that Grandma's pants were torn and her ears, nostrils, and genitals were stuffed with strips of cloth, he didn't understand human cunning and cruelty, so he didn't think the worst. "

Hmph, she's just an animal, stupid as can be. She's comparable to that clumsy and foolish Hansheng," Huang Jianguo thought, recalling Hansheng's impoverished appearance, and couldn't help but scoff.

On this side of the stream, only Han Sheng and Lu Taiguan remained conscious.

Han Sheng was protected by the Corpse Cloak, preventing blood fleas from getting close. Even if he were bitten, the White Lotus Hair within his body could neutralize all poisons, so it was harmless, though he himself was unaware of it. Lu Taiguan was already a blood corpse, his constitution different from ordinary people, so he wouldn't be affected by the blood curse or the Menglachaweng. Bing's blood curse was for ordinary people.

Han Sheng looked towards the opposite bank. The sudden appearance of Master Jin was like two babies inexplicably sitting on the Menglachaweng. Bing's shoulder was equally abrupt, but there was no time to ponder it now. Master Jin was fighting with Ghost Tomb. The corpse spots raining down on him didn't seem to be able to defeat him for the time being, so there was no need to worry. The key was to immediately retrieve Shen Caihua and the baby girl. That baby girl must be the wrinkled baby girl, otherwise why would Shen Caihua be with her?

At this moment, Mong La Chaong Bing was also pondering the situation. Master Jin's qigong was far too fierce, causing him to suffer severe internal injuries, and he feared he could no longer fight against him. His superior had ordered him on the phone to find a way to eliminate the Japanese as well, but they were now on his side, fighting a desperate battle with Master Jin. How could he possibly attack the Japanese at this time? Furthermore, that Central Plains doctor, Han Sheng, was not afraid of the blood curse; he was definitely a formidable opponent. Just look at the way he had just abducted the Japanese—his lightness skill was unparalleled, something he had never seen before. Today, he had encountered a top master from the Central Plains. Mong La Chaong Bing had truly met his match. Well, he should just give up and return to the banks of the Chao Phraya River to raise his two infants.

With this thought, he sighed and bent down to pick up the blood flute… Han Sheng had silently appeared before him, snatched Shen Caihua from his grasp, and then instantly retreated to the other side of the stream… Mong La Chaong. Bing was terrified. He quickly hugged the baby girl tightly with one arm and put the blood flute in his mouth with the other, hastily uttering a strange, monosyllabic "chirp."

Han Sheng was about to put Shen Caihua down and then launch another surprise attack to snatch the wrinkled baby girl, but unexpectedly, Shen Caihua, smelling the demonic sound of the blood flute, opened his small mouth and suddenly bit Han Sheng's arm... At that moment, in Menglachawong, Bing, carrying the baby girl, quietly slipped into the rainforest and disappeared in an instant.

"Caihua!" Han Sheng was extremely surprised. He quickly pinched the jaw muscles on both sides of Shen Caihua's cheeks, slowly increasing the pressure until he forced him to release his mouth.

"This child is..." Lu Taiguan asked in surprise.

"He was also controlled by the curse." Han Sheng replied, looking up at the opposite bank and finding that Menglachawong, Bing, and the wrinkled baby girl had already disappeared.

Han Sheng stamped his feet in frustration. He absolutely couldn't use his Hysteria Divine Skill to chase them in the dense rainforest; such speed would surely result in a fatal head injury. Besides, it was his first time entering the rainforest, while Menglachawong Bingze was certainly much more familiar with the jungle. He alone had no chance of catching them. Han Sheng

looked helplessly at his ancestor, feeling deeply apologetic.

Meanwhile, Master Jin and Guizhong were locked in a fierce battle. The Heavenly Gang Qi Gong was powerful, but over time, it consumed a great deal of true energy. His protective aura was slowly shrinking, and Heize, standing nearby, smiled. Seeing

this, Han Sheng quickly took off his clothes, then removed his corpse shroud, revealing his muscular upper body. He then rushed across the stream, shirtless, and joined the battle.

This immediately reversed the situation. As Han Sheng wielded the corpse shroud, the corpse spots crackled and popped, instantly turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating.

Onizuka was terrified and hurriedly spread his arms upwards. Hissing sounds emanated from his pores, releasing white, corpse-like energy that filled the air with the stench of rotten fish. Especially noticeable was the two thick plumes of corpse-like energy that shot out from under his armpits, aimed directly at Han Sheng's face.

To the naked eye, they appeared to be just two slowly emerging plumes of energy, which Han Sheng easily dodged. However, the Taoist priest Jin behind Han Sheng was not so lucky.

Just as Jin was feeling embarrassed, Han Sheng had erased the pinkish corpse spots on his body, and he was overjoyed. His continuous outpouring of true energy finally slowed down. But as soon as he withdrew his energy, he was instantly inhaled by the corpse-like energy emanating from Onizuka. The stench of rotten fish filled his lungs, and then the two thick plumes of energy struck his face. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he knew he was in trouble. He quickly held his breath, gathered all his Yang Qi, and forcefully pushed it towards Onizuka with both palms.

Suddenly, Onizuka felt a powerful force strike him, as if his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Both Master Jin and Onizuka swayed, their feet unsteady, their chests tight with breath. They stood facing each other, neither daring to move or speak, only able to slowly regulate their breathing.

Han Sheng and Kurosawa exchanged bewildered glances.

"Han Sheng, I'll take Onizuka away, you support Master Jin, and we'll keep to ourselves, how about it?" Kurosawa assessed the situation, knowing he might not gain any advantage today. His only option was to escape unscathed and plan another course of action.

Han Sheng thought for a moment, realizing he had no other choice, and nodded, saying, "Okay, but you have to tell me, where did Menglachaweng Bing take the baby girl?"

Kurosawa's mind raced, a plan forming in his mind. It seemed Han Sheng was particularly concerned about the infant; if he knew the child's whereabouts, he would surely pursue her, giving Kurosawa another opportunity. Thinking of this, he said, "Monglachawong. Bing is Thai. He must be going south to Yangon by train from Myitkyina, and then he'll be very close to Bangkok, the capital of Thailand. There's no other way to go."

Han Sheng turned around without saying a word and helped Master Jin, guiding him slowly towards the stone cave by the stream.

Chapter 313

Huang Jianguo thought smugly, according to what Guizuka had overheard, this petrified bald old woman was meditating in the "intermediate state of meditation." It seemed the old woman's skill was truly profound. Now it was a godsend. He wondered if he had sucked out all her power using the Corpse-Sucking Technique of the Corpse-Slaying Sect. Alas, it was a pity that the "intermediate state of meditation" of the sect had been lost, otherwise... "Hmph..." His nose twitched, his eyes darted around, and he had another idea.

"What kind of skill does a bald old woman need to meditate for ten years?" Huang Jianguo said casually.

"It's the Zhu You Divine Skill," the mountain ape honestly told him.

The Zhu You Divine Skill! Huang Jianguo's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the same skill Granny Wang had passed on to Mingyue? That was the number one skill in the world… If I, Huang Jianguo, could master the Zhu You Divine Skill, combined with the witchcraft of the Corpse-Slaying Sect, wouldn't I be invincible? My first step after leaving the mountain was to capture Mingyue, extract the Zhu You Skill from her body, and turn her into a harmless, ordinary woman to serve me, Huang Jianguo. Of course, that would have to wait until after I replaced the black man's testicles.

"Wooden Head, you're an ancient ape, you definitely don't know the Zhu You Divine Skill," Huang Jianguo asked tentatively.

The ape's eyes drooped, and it honestly replied, "Granny said I'm stupid. I studied for a long time, only memorized a few incantations, but I can't use them."

Incantations! Huang Jianguo recalled that when Mingyue used magic against Xiao Yanfang and the Chief, she was constantly chanting incantations.

“You might have mispronounced it, that’s why it’s not working,” Huang Jianguo said, suppressing his racing heart, trying to coax the simple-minded mountain ape.

“But I remember correctly,” Yuanmu said, frowning.

“Say it out loud, and I’ll check if it’s right or wrong,” Huang Jianguo’s heart was in his throat.

“‘曷曷拏，阇羯奣奣叵’, that’s the first move,” Yuanmu recited clearly.

“And then?” Huang Jianguo was secretly delighted; with his intelligence, he would never forget it after just one listen.

“The second move is…” Yuanmu recited.

Huang Jianguo had already noticed the bald old woman’s eyebrows twitching slightly, her eyes slowly moving… “Mumu, hurry up and say it!” Beads of sweat appeared on Huang Jianguo’s forehead as he urged her impatiently.

“When you pressure me, I can’t remember, just like when Grandma pressured me,” Yuanmu said, his face flushed, stammering.

"Grandma's really awake!" the mountain ape exclaimed in delight.

The bald old woman's eyes were filled with tears of blood. Her wandering gaze fixed on Huang Jianguo, and then she slowly raised her arm, pointing at him, her voice trembling, "You..."

Huang Jianguo smiled slyly, feigning surprise, "Oh dear, Grandma's awake. I, Huang Jianguo, will take my leave now." With that, he turned and left.

"Huang Jianguo?" Han Sheng, carrying Shen Caihua and supporting Master Jin, entered the cave. He caught sight of him and was immediately astonished. Behind them, Lu Taiguan, covered in blood, followed closely behind.

"What did you do to Grandma?" Han Sheng saw the disheveled bald old woman nestled in Yuan Mu's arms and stared at Huang Jianguo suspiciously.

"Nothing," Huang Jianguo boasted, pressing his finger to the safety pin of the melon grenade and looking at Han Sheng with disdain. "I just woke the old woman up. I did a great deed."

"Kill him quickly..." The bald old woman mumbled incoherently. She hadn't spoken for ten years, and her speech was slurred. No one could understand her.

Lu Taiguan rushed up the stone platform, knelt down in front of the bald old woman, and said with tears streaming down his face, "Auntie, it's me, Taiguan! I've finally found you today."

A hint of relief flashed in the bald old woman's eyes, but then she burst into anger, panting, "This man actually sucked away your life force while you were petrified! Quickly, kill him for me!"

Lu Taiguan was shocked and stood up, quickly looking at Huang Jianguo.

"Haha, want to die together?" Huang Jianguo chuckled, holding a grenade in each hand, his fingers on the safety pins, as he slowly retreated towards the cave entrance. He was only five or six steps away from escaping.

Lu Taiguan, a seasoned veteran, knew the power of the Japanese Type 97 "Meloda" grenades. If both exploded, the people inside the stone hall would be either dead or seriously injured. He could only let Huang Jianguo out of the cave and then kill him. Unfortunately, he hadn't brought a gun with him.

Huang Jianguo had already sensed that his opponent was hesitant to use force, so he seized the opportunity and ran towards the cave entrance. To avoid pursuit, he threw a grenade behind him with a "bang."

"Danger!" Lu Taiguan immediately threw himself on his aunt's body. He knew the Type 97 "Meloda" grenade's fuse lasted three to four seconds; he hoped the explosion wouldn't cause the cave to collapse.

In that critical moment, Han Sheng's keen eyesight was instantly activated. He watched as the cylindrical grenade with pineapple-like segments slowly bounced and rolled forward on the stone ground. He released Jin Daozhang, put down Shen Caihua, leaped up, and sprinted over to pick it up. Then he turned back and ran towards the cave entrance, leaping past Huang Jianguo who was running wildly as he exited.

Han Sheng jumped out of the cave and saw the Old Ancestor and five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers scattered around on this side of the stream. The kappa was still sitting on the ground, picking at the last few blood fleas from its body hair, and helplessly throwing them towards the opposite bank of the stream... On the other side of the stream stood Kurosawa and the severely injured Onizuka.

Kurosawa stared dumbfounded at the grenade that had come flying through the air, frozen in place, watching helplessly as it rolled towards his feet.

Onizuka was terrified. A former Japanese soldier in World War II, he was intimately familiar with the Type 97 melon grenade. If it exploded, he and Kurosawa would have no chance of survival. In this life-or-death situation, Onizuka felt his blood boil. Ignoring his internal injuries and the need to recover, he roared and, with all his might, lunged forward, using his body to pin the grenade down. "Master, get out of the way!" he screamed hoarsely.

Kurosawa, regaining his senses, turned and ran, covering over twenty meters in one breath before hiding behind a large tree, peering out to observe.

Onizuka's struggle had finally ruptured his internal organs, damaged by the Heavenly Qi. The corpse energy in his meridians seeped into his organs, causing him to feel a chilling coldness. He realized with a start that he was likely finished. The Corpse-Slaying Cult's witchcraft was most vulnerable to corpse energy entering the heart and liver, which could render them completely useless, just like the heart and liver of a dead person.

Onizuka closed his eyes, silently waiting for the moment the grenade would explode and tear his flesh apart… “Onizuka, don’t worry, I will bring your ashes back…” Kurosawa’s sincere voice came from behind the tree.

Onizuka knew in his heart that it was impossible.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… ten seconds, more than twenty seconds had passed, and the grenade still hadn’t exploded. Onizuka felt strange. He struggled to lift himself up and looked at the grenade in front of his chest.

The safety pin of the Type 97 Melon grenade hadn’t been released… Onizuka smiled bitterly, blood foam dripping from the corner of his mouth. He tried to get up, but after struggling for a few moments, he still couldn’t succeed and finally had to give up.

“Master Kurosawa, you can go now.” He looked at Kurosawa behind the tree and said weakly.

On the other side of the stream, Han Sheng covered his ears, waiting for the grenade to explode. To be honest, Onizuka’s willingness to step forward and suppress the grenade in a dangerous moment, sacrificing his own life to cover Kurosawa, made him a man of courage.

Just then, Huang Jianguo quietly slipped across the stream, circled around to the back of the dense bushes, and stood beside Heize.

"Who threw the grenade?" Heize asked, puzzled.

"Hansheng threw it," Huang Jianguo replied.

"What were you doing?" Heize demanded sternly.

Huang Jianguo chuckled, "I went into the cave and drained that petrified, bald old woman's life force."

"Oh..." Heize looked at Huang Jianguo in surprise; this kid was indeed cunning.

"And it was the Zhuyou Divine Skill," Huang Jianguo said proudly.

At this moment, Kurosawa heard Onizuka's weak voice: "The dud is..."

Hearing this, Kurosawa relaxed, stepped out from behind the tree, and went to Onizuka's side. Seeing the unactivated grenade, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and asked, "How are you?"

Onizuka shook his head, saying painfully, "Mine, I can't go on. You guys, let's go."

Kurosawa said solemnly to Onizuka, "How can I abandon you?" He reached out to stop Onizuka from continuing, then turned to Huang Jianguo and ordered, "Jianguo-kun, carry Onizuka on your back, let's go."

Huang Jianguo obediently pulled Onizuka up from the ground, hoisted him onto his back, and the three of them entered the dense jungle.

Chapter 314

"Hansheng, come quickly and see what's wrong with Auntie!" Lu Taiguan's urgent shout came from the cave.

Hansheng watched helplessly as the Japanese disappeared into the jungle, sighed, and hurriedly returned to the cave.

The bald old woman's cheeks sunken, her blood-red eyes bulged, pupils dilated, and her body curled up into a ball. The strips of cloth that had been stuffed into her ears and nose were pulled out, and her lower body was covered by Lu Taiguan's blood-stained shirt. She weakly grasped Lu Taiguan's hand, barely clinging to life.

Han Sheng quickly knelt down, grasped her wrist, and tried to cut it, but the three acupoints on the bald old woman's body were empty, almost undetectable.

"Grandma's pulse is scattered, her qi and blood are all depleted, I'm afraid..." Han Sheng shook his head and said.

"How could this be? Auntie just said that Huang Jianguo stole her essence, Mu Tou, what exactly happened?" Lu Taiguan asked Yuan Mu anxiously.

"I, when I entered the cave, I saw that person just getting off the bald old woman..." Yuan Mu stammered.

"Don't blame Mu Tou..." Two tears streamed down the bald old woman's face as she weakly said, "Tai Guan, that man just now used a 'corpse-absorbing technique' that has long been lost in the Central Plains to absorb the Zhu You power in my body. Remember, you must kill him!"

Tai Guan held her hand tightly: "Don't worry, Aunt, Tai Guan swears that he will definitely kill him."

The bald old woman nodded, panting as she continued, “In this world, only the three of us sisters have mastered the fifth form of the Zhu You Divine Skill. I meditated in the ‘Intermediate State’ for ten years and comprehended three more forms, but alas, they were all taken away by that villain. Alas, it is the will of Heaven… Twenty years ago, Master Wu Jiabang, the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy of the Qing Dynasty, sent me to the Savage Mountain to find and bring back the souls of 64 Wu family members who died in the Chinese Expeditionary Force. I endured countless hardships and spent more than ten years finally finding them all and sealing them within the Zhu You Relic in my skull. Taiguan, after I die, you must split open my skull, take out the relic, and return to the ‘Hidden Cave’ in Peach Blossom River to give it to Master Wu, so that these Wu family members can return to their hometown as soon as possible. Do you understand?”

Master Lu’s eyes filled with tears, and he repeatedly said, “Aunt, you must hold on. We will return home together.”

"No need. Take my aunt's remains to Poyang Lake Valley and give them to my senior sister. She will bury me beside Master. I have no regrets," the bald old woman murmured.

"Grandma Wang has passed away," Han Sheng said sadly.

"What? My senior sister is dead?" the bald old woman exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandma Wang passed on her skills to her disciple Mingyue and died in Tangshan, Hebei. Her remains have been taken to Hong Kong by her disciple Mingyue and buried with her former lover, Gu Xian," Lu Taiguan told his aunt.

A bitter smile appeared on the bald old woman's face: "My senior sister still can't let go of that Gu Xian after all these years."

"Aunt, how did you find those 64 Wu family members?" Lu Taiguan asked.

“Peach Blossom River is a haven for beauties,” the bald old woman said with a bitter smile. “I searched all over the Savage Mountain and the Hukawng Valley. Every time the moon was full, I would sing this song in the Yiyang dialect. The souls of those soldiers only wander lonely in this vast forest on the night of the fifteenth of each lunar month, when there must be a full moon in the sky. They emit faint will-o'-the-wisps, dying in foreign lands, their souls have nowhere to return, yearning for their families day and night. They are truly pitiful.”

“Midnight wandering souls,” Han Sheng sighed deeply.

“They smelled a familiar voice and floated around me, quietly listening to the folk song from their hometown. I told them I had come to take them home, and then used the fifth move of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, ‘Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees,’ to transfer them and seal them in the Zhuyou Relic in my mind,” the bald old woman said.

“How many souls can the Zhuyou Relic hold?” Han Sheng suddenly asked.

The bald old woman paused, pondering, "The soul is formless; surely any number will do."

Lu Taiguan seemed to remember something and asked the old woman, "Auntie, is the old man in the stone coffin at the 'Hidden Cave' by the Peach Blossom River truly our ancestor of the Wu family of Xiushan, Wu Jiabang, the Qing Dynasty's Yangtze River Naval Commander during the Xianfeng era? That was over 100 years ago!" "

Indeed, he was Wu Jiabang, a first-rank official during the Xianfeng era, the Yangtze River Naval Commander," the bald old woman said reverently, "However, he is a zombie."

"A zombie?" Lu Taiguan was startled.

One of the eighteen types of corpse transformation—Han Sheng recalled the records in the *Corpse Clothing Classic*.

The bald old woman explained, “That stone coffin is an excellent place to nurture a corpse. Yuan Mei, a scholar from Qiantang and a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) during the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty, wrote in his book *Zi Bu Yu* that there are eight types of zombies: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hairy zombie, flying zombie, wandering corpse, lying corpse, and uncorrupted bone. Old Master Wu has been cultivating inside the stone coffin for nearly a hundred years and is about to become a flying zombie, which is the king of zombies.”

“Ah… wouldn’t that mean he’s going to become a ‘ba’?” Han Sheng exclaimed. Liu Bowen recorded in his scriptures that flying zombies are also called ‘ba’, with eyes on the top of their heads. They move like the wind and are considered a great pest by officials and common people throughout history. They searched for their traces in the countryside, and after capturing them, they burned them to ashes.

The bald old woman stared at Han Sheng and asked Lu Taiguan, "Who is this child? He knows quite a lot at such a young age."

"His name is Han Sheng, from Wuyuan, Jiangxi. He comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. My aunt's senior apprentice, Granny Wang, greatly admires him, and they once lived together in the Poyang Lake Valley," Lu Taiguan introduced.

"Oh, do you know my senior apprentice's disciple?" the bald old woman asked Han Sheng.

"Mingyue, she's outside the cave," Han Sheng replied.

"You all go out. Mu Tou, go bring my senior apprentice Mingyue in. I want to pass on the last three forms of the Zhu You Divine Skill I've mastered before I die," the bald old woman said weakly.

The group filed out, and no one noticed that Shen Caihua, depressed and curled up in a corner of the stone platform, remained inside the cave.

Those under the influence of the blood curse wandered aimlessly along the stream, each with a primal, innocent, silly grin on their face.

Mingyue remained standing there, deep in thought, sometimes smiling, sometimes serious. Yuanmu walked over, took her hand, and led her into the cave.

"You're Mingyue, my senior sister's disciple, aren't you?" the bald old woman asked weakly.

Mingyue stood on the stone platform, looking at the old woman leaning against the wall with a strange expression, and gave her a silly smile.

The bald old woman frowned.

"Many people outside are like this," Yuanmu said, trying to smooth things over for Mingyue, seeing the old woman's displeasure.

The bald old woman stared into Mingyue's eyes, her heart sinking. She slowly said, "Looks like she's been cursed. Yuanmu, make her kneel."

Yuanmu grabbed Mingyue's knees and pressed down hard, forcing her to kneel before the bald old woman.

The bald old woman sighed and said, "Mingyue, you are my senior sister Granny Wang's apprentice, and I am your aunt. We are both from the same lineage of the Zhuyou School. Before I die, I will pass on to you the six, seven, and eight forms of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, which I have comprehended after sitting in 'intermediate meditation' for ten years. You will be the only person in the world who knows these three forms. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Mingyue stared blankly at the bald old woman, her pupils dilating and dilating, showing no obvious reaction to what she was saying.

"Alas, perhaps this is fate? Mingyue, I don't care if you can hear me or not, I will still tell you, perhaps you will remember it someday... The Zhuyou Divine Skill was created by the founder Guo Pu and originally had eighteen forms, but only five have been passed down to this day. Only your master, junior sister, and I know these five forms. Senior sister may have already taught them to you, but to prevent any omissions, I will repeat them from the beginning. Remember, the first form is 'Ghost Wall,' the incantation is 'Hehena, Zhajietingpo,' the second form is 'Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees,' the incantation is..." The bald old woman continued, reciting the incantation as clearly as possible.

"That's what I remember in my head too," Yuanmu muttered, patting his forehead.

The bald old woman glanced at him, shook her head, and continued teaching Mingyue, "The five forms of Zhuyou have been explained. Now we have the sixth form, 'Ghostly Intervention,' the incantation is..."

Mingyue's mind was still hazy, and it was unclear whether she had heard it or not.

However, one person heard it all and remembered it perfectly—the ghost infant Shen Caihua... Ever since Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl were spitting blood mist from the tip of the tongue by Meng Lacha Weng Bing, the number one sorcerer in Southeast Asia, they had been controlled by the blood curse. Therefore, when it heard the command of the blood flute, it bit Han Sheng's arm hard, its sharp teeth cutting into the flesh. Unexpectedly, Han Sheng's blood contained the ingredients of the world's holy antidote, Bai Tuo Xu, and it accidentally broke the blood curse.

Beneath the stone platform, Shen Caihua, having regained his senses, was feeling depressed about parting ways with the wrinkled baby girl when a spell, "Hehena, Zhajietingtangpo," reached his ears. The vibration frequency of his eardrums immediately resonated with the incantation within his body, and the energy field of the first move, "Ghost Wall," rapidly circulated throughout his body. Then came the incantation of the second move, "Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees"... all eight moves were activated within his body.

The Zhu You Divine Skill differs from ordinary martial arts. While it can activate its energy field through chanting incantations and physical postures, like other martial arts, it can also reverse the flow of thought in the brain, naturally generating physical movements and chanting incantations. Among the many schools of martial arts in the world today, this reverse method is probably unique except for the "Hysteria Divine Skill."

Although the ghost infant Shen Caihua is still an infant, due to being a spirit child who has passed through the womb and having absorbed chicken blood, Gu worm blood, and human blood, and by a fortuitous coincidence, having absorbed the energy of all eighteen forms of Guo Pu's Zhu You Divine Skill contained within Guo Gong's Burial Ruler, his physical and mental development far surpasses that of children his age, making him a true precocious child.

On the stone platform, the bald old woman finally finished explaining the eight forms of the Zhuyou Divine Skill, exhausted. She sighed and warned, "Mingyue, that scoundrel surnamed Huang stole all my power. If he has high talent, he might even comprehend the incantations and movement techniques of the eight forms of Zhuyou on his own. Therefore, you must cultivate diligently, quickly generating the power corresponding to the last three forms within your body. Then find this person and eliminate him. I hope you understand your master's words… Sigh, go."

Mingyue shook her head, still looking bewildered.

The bald old woman called Yuanmu to her side and said with difficulty, "Wood, this time Grandma is really dead. You are foolish and simple-minded; no wonder you were deceived. Grandma has already heard everything. Well, after Grandma dies, you should follow Mingyue. After all, you are both members of the Zhuyou sect."

"Great! Wood is willing to follow Mingyue. She is my woman. Grandma said that once Wood has a woman, he will have a whole bunch of little Woods!" Yuanmu said happily.

The bald old woman froze for a moment, then, filled with anger and rage, glared and died instantly.

Chapter 315

Outside the stone cave, Han Sheng helped Master Jin sit on a blue stone under the Wangtian tree.

"Master Jin, how are you feeling now?" Han Sheng asked with concern.

Master Jin smiled bitterly and slowly said, "I accidentally inhaled some poisonous gas. Fortunately, I realized it early, and it was just a temporary suffocation. I used my innate qi to expel most of it. What a potent poison!" "

That was corpse qi. Ghost Tomb practices a kind of evil witchcraft that has long been lost in the Central Plains, specifically sucking the corpse qi from old, decaying corpses, especially the corpse spots on his body. They can fly up and injure people; just one can cause immediate rigor mortis. It's truly unbelievable," Han Sheng explained.

"I saw you easily neutralize the corpse spots and corpse qi with a white and green vest. What kind of treasure is that?" Master Jin asked curiously.

Han Sheng smiled shyly, about to answer, when Lu Taiguan approached him with a furrowed brow, pointing worriedly at the foolish expressions of his men and Dai Bingguo, and said, "Brother Han Sheng, do you think the curse they've been afflicted with can be cured?"

Han Sheng had actually been pondering this matter as well. This kind of curse, where the mind is controlled by a blood flute, wasn't recorded in the *Corpse Clothes Scripture*. If they were to try to detoxify with medicine, they couldn't think of a solution for the time being.

"I've never heard of this kind of curse before. I saw Meng Lacha Weng Bing waving his headscarf, and these blood-red fleas flew out from it. He must have specially bred them. Biting someone causes them to be cursed, losing their mind. Even the highly skilled Ancestor and Mingyue weren't spared… Oh, right, the baby Shen Caihua was also controlled by the blood flute, and even bit my arm hard. Wait, where's Caihua?" Han Sheng suddenly remembered Shen Caihua and said in surprise.

"I saw you carry him into the cave then; he should still be inside," Lu Taiguan recalled.

Hearing this, Han Sheng felt relieved and planned to carry him out after the bald old woman finished teaching Mingyue martial arts.

At that moment, a sudden, heart-wrenching cry from Yuanmu echoed from inside the cave, startling Han Sheng and the others.

"Bald old woman, you're really dead this time! Waaah..." Yuanmu wailed and screamed.

Lu Taiguan and Han Sheng exchanged bewildered glances and ran into the cave.

On the stone platform inside the cave, the bald old woman lay upright, her two bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the cave ceiling, where a crack revealed a blue sky and a few drifting white clouds… With tears in his eyes, Lu Taiguan gently knelt before the old woman's body, reaching out to softly brush away her eyelids, murmuring, “Aunt, rest in peace. Taiguan will bring your remains back to Poyang Lake Valley, fulfilling your last wish, and leading the 64 Wu family members back to their hometown.”

“Kill that Huang fellow!” Yuanmu said angrily from the side.

“Yes, Taiguan promises Aunt, no matter how great the difficulties, he will definitely kill that villain Huang Jianguo,” Lu Taiguan swore.

Han Sheng glanced at Mingyue and noticed that her gaze was still unfocused and her expression blank. He asked Yuanmu, "Wood, did Grandma teach Mingyue martial arts?"

Yuanmu blinked, then tilted his head to look at Mingyue and said憨憨地, "She's stupid, even stupider than Wood. Bald Grandma wants Wood to go with Wood's woman."

Sigh, it seems Mingyue's mind is still unclear. The last three techniques of Zhuyou that Bald Grandma comprehended may have been wasted. Han Sheng sighed and shook his head.

Shen Caihua silently got up from the corner under the stone platform, tiptoed to Han Sheng's side, took his hand, raised his little head, his dark pupils glistening with tears, and softly called out, "Daddy..."

Han Sheng was startled and quickly squatted down to grab Shen Caihua's shoulders, staring at him in confusion.

"Daddy," Shen Caihua called out timidly again.

"Caihua, what's wrong with you?" Hansheng was stunned, touching his forehead. Could it be that the curse was acting up and he couldn't recognize people?

Looking into the baby's clear, deep eyes, the affectionate and loving gaze was completely different from his previous indifferent and confused state. Could it be that the curse on him had been lifted?

"Caihua, do you know who I am?" Hansheng asked tentatively.

Shen Caihua nodded excitedly.

"Who am I?" Hansheng asked again.

"Hansheng, Daddy," Shen Caihua said shyly.

"Huh, you recognized me. It seems the curse on you has really been lifted! But it's strange, how did you lift it yourself?" Hansheng looked at him in great surprise, muttering to himself, "Why are you calling me Daddy?"

Hansheng stared blankly at Shen Caihua. What kind of adventure had he had in the cave? Could it be the bald old woman? No, Mingyue is still mentally challenged. If the old woman could lift the curse, she would definitely do it for her first. After a long while, his gaze fell on Caihua's lips, her rosy little mouth with dried blood at the corner—the mark of biting his own arm.

Blood? It was fresh blood from the wound on his arm… Could it be that his blood could dispel this curse?

Han Sheng looked down at the wound on his arm, marked with two rows of fine teeth marks, with skepticism. Besides, why did little Caihua call him "Dad"? Did drinking some of his blood create a blood relationship? Impossible, too far-fetched.

But regardless, it was worth a try, Han Sheng made up his mind.

Han Sheng picked up Shen Caihua and walked out of the stone cave, arriving beside the old ancestor who was lingering by the stream. Looking at her dazed appearance, he felt a pang of sorrow. She had risked leaving the valley to protect him, but had suffered greatly along the way. The wrinkled baby girl had been kidnapped by that evil Thai sorcerer, Menglachawong Bing. If the old ancestor were lucid, who knows how anxious she would be.

Han Sheng put Shen Caihua down, stretched out his arm, and used his other hand to scratch open the scab on the wound. Bright red blood slowly seeped out. Then he put the wound to the old ancestor's mouth and watched her stick out her tongue to lick it.

Han Sheng knew that sublingual drug absorption is extremely rapid, second only to intravenous drip and aerosol inhalation. Therefore, sublingual administration is often used for emergency treatment of myocardial infarction and other critical conditions. Medically, after oral administration, most drugs are first absorbed into the bloodstream through the digestive juices and enzymes in the gastrointestinal tract. They then travel through the portal vein to the liver, where they are converted by hepatic enzymes before finally entering the systemic circulation to exert their pharmacological effects. However, before entering the systemic circulation, drugs are inactivated by various enzymes in the gastrointestinal tract or liver, reducing the actual amount entering the systemic circulation—a process known in Western medicine as "first-pass elimination." For example, nitroglycerin has a first-pass elimination rate as high as 92%, while its bioavailability after oral administration is only 8%. Sublingual administration allows the drug to be absorbed directly into the systemic circulation through the oral mucosa, thus avoiding first-pass elimination. The order of drug absorption speed from fastest to slowest is: intravenous drip – aerosol inhalation – sublingual administration – rectal administration – intramuscular injection – subcutaneous injection – oral administration – transdermal absorption. However, sublingual administration has a shorter duration of effect than oral administration, so it is generally only used for emergency situations. In this case, administering the antidote is equivalent to emergency treatment.

Han Sheng quietly awaited the ancestor's reaction.

"I want Mo Mo," Shen Caihua murmured.

"What did you say?" Han Sheng squatted down and asked.

"I want Mo Mo..." Shen Caihua continued stubbornly.

"Who is Mo Mo?" Han Sheng asked, puzzled.

"Zu Mo, that's my daughter. Where is she now?" A deep, booming voice came from above.

Han Sheng looked up and saw the ancestor staring at him with wide eyes and swollen purple pimples on his face.

"Ah, you're all better?" Han Sheng stood up happily.

The old ancestor's anxious eyes scanned the surroundings, and he cried out anxiously, "Where is my daughter, Zu Mo? Where is she?"

Han Sheng had no choice but to tell the truth: "Old ancestor, the wrinkled baby girl was kidnapped by Meng Lachaweng. Bing."

"Ah! My daughter was kidnapped? You, you tell me quickly, which way did she go?" In his anxiety, several purple pimples on the old ancestor's cheeks burst open one after another, splattering white sap.

"In the jungle over there." Han Sheng pointed in the direction Meng Lachaweng. Bing had left.

With a "whoosh," the old ancestor leaped up without saying a word, chasing after him with his chest exposed, disappearing into the dense tropical rainforest in an instant.

Chapter 316

Shen Caihua silently watched the old ancestor's agile figure leap into the dense primeval jungle, murmuring, "Mo Mo..."

Only then did Han Sheng realize that the wrinkled baby girl's name was "Mo Mo," which was Liu Jinmo's "Mo." Alas, the old ancestor's deep affection for Mr. Liu was truly heartbreaking.

Shen Caihua was originally the embryo of the deceased Shen Caihua and Zhu Biao. By chance, he was conceived and given to Shen Tianhu's wife. Because Shen Caihua was strangled to death by the Meng family while nine months pregnant and buried in the extremely yin place known as "White Tiger Carrying Corpse," the mother and child harbored immense resentment. From the moment of conception, Shen Caihua cruelly killed the original female embryo within Shen Tianhu's wife's womb. After birth, he became bloodthirsty, first biting the nipple of Shen Tianhu's wife who was nursing him and sucking her blood, and later secretly climbing into the Shen family's chicken coop, killing and drinking the blood of all the roosters and hens. He not only has an exceptionally keen sense of smell, but also recognized the scent of his placenta (Buddhist robe) on Liu Jinmo, identifying her as his mother. Now, the deceased Shen Caihua, the Zhu Biao couple, and Liu Jinmo are all dead. Little Caihua has no relatives in the world, and the young child feels extreme loneliness, desperately craving love and care.

He was poisoned by Menglachaweng. After being cursed with Bing's blood, Shen Caihua had been in a daze, but suddenly, after drinking Han Sheng's blood, the white hair on his head cleared his mind instantly. He felt warm and comfortable inside, as if he had found a support in an instant, and love welled up within him. Therefore, he timidly called out "Daddy," expressing his attachment.

Han Sheng sighed at the bitterness of his life and was moved by the pure innocence between him and Mo Mo. He couldn't help but hug little Caihua tightly and gently comforted him, saying, "Little Caihua, don't worry, Daddy Han Sheng will definitely find Mo Mo for you. Now you wait here, I'll go and detoxify the others."

Han Sheng first fed blood to Lieutenant Dai Bingguo and the expeditionary soldiers to dispel the curse, and then to the three bodyguards. Seeing that they were gradually regaining their senses, he was relieved and told everyone about the curse he had been cursed with.

"Squeak..." The sound of a white-browed gibbon came from above. Han Sheng looked up and saw that the monkey had picked a large durian from somewhere and was sitting on a tree branch, baring its teeth at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng shook his head, smiled at it, indicating he wouldn't eat.

The white-browed gibbon exerted its strength, smashing a huge, brown durian with sharp horns onto the head of the kappa under the tree… Han Sheng picked up Shen Caihua and returned to the stone cave, where Mingyue still needed to be freed from the curse. The bodyguards and Dai Bingguo's expeditionary soldiers picked up their guns and followed behind Han Sheng.

"Hey, Han Sheng, what's going on…" Lu Taiguan asked in surprise, looking at the group that entered.

"Sir, the curse on us has been cured by this doctor, Han Sheng. We've come to report to you now," Dai Bingguo said, standing at attention before Lu Taiguan.

Lu Taiguan looked at Han Sheng with astonishment.

Han Sheng smiled slightly, remained silent, and walked straight up the stone platform towards Mingyue.

"Stop! Don't touch my woman!" Yuanmu blocked Mingyue's path, baring his teeth and shouting at Han Sheng, startling everyone.

Han Sheng was also taken aback for a moment, then said to Yuan Mu with a gentle smile, "Wood, do you want Ming Yue to stay like this, so foolish? I'm the doctor treating her; she'll wake up in no time."

"She's fine, just like Wood. I like the woman she is now," Yuan Mu shouted, bewildered.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Ming Yue won't recognize Wood in her current state," then raised his arm, pointing to the wound, and continued, "Once Ming Yue drinks my blood, she'll recognize Wood once she recovers."

Hearing this, Yuan Mu lowered his head and bit his arm, drawing blood that instantly stained his golden fur. Blood dripped from the tips of his fur. "I'll give her my blood," he said resolutely.

"Wood, your blood won't work," Han Sheng said with a wry smile.

Lu Taiguan shouted sternly, "Wood, stop causing trouble! Stand aside and let Hansheng detoxify Mingyue."

"My woman is best when she's a little silly! Little Wood will always be a little silly too! I don't want her to go back to her old self!" Yuanmu spread his arms to protect Mingyue, his eyes wide with rage as he roared.

"Lieutenant, take it down!" Lu Taiguan frowned angrily.

"Yes, sir." Lieutenant Dai Bingguo waved his hand, and soldiers from the expeditionary force stepped forward, holding guns to Yuanmu.

Yuanmu let out a sharp cry, calling to his ghost crickets… "Chirp, chirp, chirp!" A rapid chirping sound came from outside the cave, and more than ten wounded ghost crickets rushed in. Some were missing limbs, some were missing half a large tooth, and some were blind in one eye—all wounds sustained in their fight with the giant python. Despite this, their fighting spirit remained undiminished, and they all obeyed their master's orders, charging menacingly towards Dai Bingguo and his men.

Having witnessed the ferocity and carnage of the Ghost Crickets' battle against the python, none dared to be careless. They swiftly fired

their carbines, unleashing a hail of bullets. Instantly, the three-inch-long insects were torn to pieces, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. The deafening gunfire echoed continuously throughout the stone hall. The gunfire ceased; not a single Ghost Cricket remained, all dead.

Ape Wood let out a mournful howl, picked up Bright Moon, and leaped off the stone platform, making two more bounds before bursting out of the cave.

"Quick, after them!" Lu Taiguan shouted urgently.

Dai Bingguo and the others quickly chased after them out of the cave, but Yuanmu and Mingyue were nowhere to be seen... Hansheng, carrying Shen Caihua, also ran out of the cave. Looking at the boundless primeval rainforest, they couldn't tell which direction Yuanmu had taken Mingyue. They only saw the Kappa and the white-browed gibbon sitting together, affectionately eating durian... "Did you see where Yuanmu and Mingyue went?" Hansheng asked the Kappa telepathically.

"They ran that way," the Kappa replied, pointing deeper into the jungle.

"Aren't you going to chase them? Kappa, didn't you always want to marry Mingyue?" Hansheng asked.

"I couldn't beat the mountain ape, so I had to give up. Now the gibbon is willing to marry me," the Kappa said happily in his mind. "

So animals can change their minds so easily," Hansheng thought.

"That's my freedom," the Kappa replied discontentedly.

Looking at the boundless rainforest, Lu Taiguan said helplessly, "Hansheng, this jungle stretches for miles. Mountain monkeys are creatures of the forest; finding it is like finding a needle in a haystack."

Hansheng nodded and said, "Yes, although Mingyue was taken away by Mutou, he shouldn't harm her, so I'm not too worried about that. Mr. Lu, what are your plans now?" Lu

Taiguan replied, "My aunt is dead. I want to fulfill her last wish, to send her body back to Poyang Lake Valley for burial, and also to bring back the 64 Wu family members sealed in the Zhuyou Relic."

"What about the other five?" Hansheng's gaze turned to Dai Bingguo and the other Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers. He knew that Kuomintang soldiers would definitely encounter trouble returning to the mainland.

"Sir, we've discussed it and decided to follow your advice. We'll go to Hong Kong with you first, and then try to return home. That way, we'll have a better chance of success," Lieutenant Dai Bingguo said to Lu Taiguan.

"Hmm, very good," Lu Taiguan nodded in satisfaction, then asked Han Sheng, "Brother Han Sheng, why don't you and Master Jin come with us? That way, we can look after you both."

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "No, I need to find the Ancestor and her daughter."

"Monlagawam Bing has escaped into the rainforest. How can you find her alone? Why don't you come with me first? After we've dealt with my aunt's matter and returned to Hong Kong, I'll organize a mercenary force, equip them with weapons and equipment, and get two helicopters to search for them, how about that?" Lu Taiguan suggested.

"No," Han Sheng said firmly, "I roughly know where they're going—Myitkyina. I must get there before them as quickly as possible and intercept Monlagawam Bing."

"Then I'll send three bodyguards with you," Lu Taiguan said.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu, but it's not necessary. That would slow me down," Han Sheng politely declined.

Knowing that Han Sheng possessed extraordinary skills that he kept hidden, Lu Taiguan didn't press the matter. He simply beckoned to his subordinate for a pistol, checked the magazine, and handed it to Han Sheng, saying, "This is a Belgian Browning pistol. It's reliable, 9mm caliber, weighs two pounds, has 13 rounds, an effective range of 45 meters, and a maximum range of 180 meters. Take it for self-defense."

Han Sheng couldn't refuse and had to accept it, tucking it into his waistband.

"Here are some loose US dollars; you might need them," Lu Taiguan said, pulling out a wad of green bills and handing them to Han Sheng.

Lieutenant Dai Bingguo gave Han Sheng a general directions to Myitkyina, Myanmar, then picked up a backpack containing necessities such as a water bottle, canned goods, and a flashlight.

Han Sheng approached Master Jin, who was meditating with his eyes closed on a blue stone under a grove of trees, and was about to speak.

"This humble Taoist will go with you to find the Ancestor and her daughter," Master Jin suddenly said, opening his eyes.

"Master, your health..." Han Sheng asked worriedly.

"The corpse poison has dissipated; there's no problem." Master Jin leaped up from the large blue stone.

"Excellent. With

the abbot of Baiyun Temple accompanying us, I, Lu, am relieved," said Lu Taiguan, nodding behind him. Lu Taiguan and his entourage set off. Bodyguards carried the bald old woman's body on a stretcher used for carrying a kappa. Five Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers, along with the kappa and the white-browed gibbon, entered the dense forest, heading towards the Nujiang River Valley.

Watching their departing figures, Han Sheng silently took out Granny Wang's walnut-sized Zhuyou relic from his pocket, looked down at Shen Caihua at his feet, and sighed, "Perhaps one day, we will bring the souls of all the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force back to their hometowns."

Master Jin said approvingly, "That would be an immeasurable act of merit."

"I want Momo," Shen Caihua said, tugging at Han Sheng's clothes.

"Alright, Caihua, let's go find Momo." Han Sheng packed Shen Caihua into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and then he and Daoist Jin strode into the depths of the jungle.

Chapter 317

The Hukawng Valley, meaning "the place where demons dwell" in Burmese, is located in the northernmost part of Myanmar. It consists of the Taro Basin and the Xinpingyang Basin, characterized by high mountains, dense forests, crisscrossing rivers, and teeming with poisonous insects.

Huang Jianguo carried the Ghost Tomb through the boundless primeval rainforest. Although it was humid and sweltering, he felt unusually relaxed and didn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he felt more and more energetic as he walked. Looking at Heize, although his hands were empty, he was already covered in sweat and his body was soaked with water. He was gritting his teeth and persevering desperately. They knew that the farther away from the stone cave, the safer they would be.

The wild grass and shrubs in the forest were covered with dark red leeches. Sensing the faint vibrations from the footsteps on the ground, they all arched their bodies and raised their suckers to explore the air, not letting any person or animal that passed by go undetected.

A few days ago, Huang Jianguo had been tormented by these little creatures; before he knew it, they had sucked a lot of his blood. However, these past two days, he'd felt a persistent itching in his pores, and occasionally a faint white, corpse-like aura would seep out. Strangely, the bloodthirsty leeches no longer dared to touch him.

As darkness fell, they arrived at a damp valley, surrounded by dark, broad-leaved forests, quiet and secluded.

"Let's camp here," Kurosawa said breathlessly.

Huang Jianguo put Onizuka down, then gathered some dry branches and built a campfire. The roaring flames dispelled the descending miasma.

"Onizuka, are you feeling better?" Kurosawa asked, sitting down beside Onizuka.

Onizuka's face was ashen, his breath faint, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, and two wisps of white, corpse-like vapor escaping from his nostrils. He answered with difficulty, "Master, Master Jin is too powerful. My internal organs are damaged; we can't go to Myitkyina."

Kurosawa, his face grim, slowly said, "Onizuka, we've been traveling for two days. We should be close to Myitkyina soon."

Onizuka nodded, his weak voice barely audible, "There's a highway once we leave the Hukawng Valley. That's...that's the Burma Road from back then. In the end, the Imperial Army still failed here."

Huang Jianguo approached, looking worried, and said, "Mr. Kurosawa, we haven't found any fish in the stream, and no wild fruit on the trees. We're going to go hungry tonight."

“Hmm,” Kurosawa sighed, feeling an unbearable hunger pang in his stomach. “If we can’t maintain our strength, we won’t be able to leave the rainforest, and if we don’t reach Myitkyina, we won’t be able to return to Japan.” His gaze drifted helplessly to the dark night sky, finally settling on Onizuka… Huang Jianguo, standing to the side, observed his expression. He had long wanted to take advantage of Onizuka; using him as food would satisfy his hunger and save him the burden of carrying him—he weighed over 100 pounds. That’s why, even though he had clearly seen several fish in the stream, he had remained silent upon returning.

Kurosawa stood up, gave Huang Jianguo a look, and then said with a double meaning, “Jianguo-kun, I need to relieve myself in the woods. You… well, you’d better take good care of Onizuka, understand?”

Huang Jianguo smiled slyly and said, "Mr. Kurosawa, you can go take a dump without worry. I'll take care of things here."

Kurosawa sighed and walked away. After all, Onizuka had saved his life many times; how could he do it himself?

By the campfire, looking at the severely injured and dying Onizuka, Huang Jianguo quietly lay down beside him, staring intently at the sallow face. He slowly brought his mouth close to Onizuka's nostrils, gently sniffing and inhaling the thick corpse energy emanating from him. He felt instantly refreshed.

"What... what are you doing?" Onizuka opened his eyes slightly and asked in surprise.

Huang Jianguo smiled at Onizuka and said softly, "Master, your injuries are really too severe. The corpse energy is constantly leaking out. What a pity..." At the same time, he slowly unbuckled Onizuka's belt, pulling it down along with his underwear, revealing his bloated belly, fat buttocks, and white, radish-shaped thighs.

"Insolence! How dare you..." Onizuka said angrily.

Huang Jianguo watched him with a smile, offering no reply. Instead, he methodically tore Onizuka's underwear into strips, then grabbed his trembling penis and tightly bound it around the glans to prevent air leakage from the urethra. He then stuffed the anus even tighter, pushing the cloth all the way into the rectum. Finally, he used the remaining strips to stuff the Onizuka's ears and nostrils.

Huang Jianguo looked at the terrified Onizuka with satisfaction, like a hunter admiring prey that had fallen into a trap.

"Yours, I don't want it..." Onizuka pleaded pitifully at Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo smiled, shushed him, put his finger to his lips, and then gently leaned down, extending his warm tongue to tenderly lick the salty, blood-tinged saliva from the corner of Onizuka's mouth.

"Master, don't worry, I'll be very gentle." Huang Jianguo said, reaching out to pry open Onizuka's mouth. A stench of corpses assaulted his nostrils. This stuff couldn't be wasted, so Huang Jianguo immediately pressed his lips to Onizuka's mouth and began to suck wildly.

In an instant, sticky saliva, stomach acid, fermented food residue, gelatinous blood clots, and a large clump of phlegm gurgled into Huang Jianguo's throat... Huang Jianguo's suction grew stronger and stronger. He hadn't realized that the power of the Zhu You technique had awakened within him. A slippery, chewy lump slid softly into his mouth, and without thinking, he swallowed it forcefully—it was Onizuka's stomach. Next, the duodenum, the sticky small intestine, the large intestine, along with the feces inside, were all sucked into his throat... Ugh... Huang Jianguo vomited, warm, greenish fecal matter oozing from the corner of his mouth... Onizuka was dead, his eyes staring wide with the terror of a dead fish.

"Jianguo-kun, Onizuka didn't suffer too much, did he?" Kurosawa returned and asked with concern.

Huang Jianguo climbed off Onizuka with satisfaction, saying easily, "He wasn't in pain, he passed away peacefully."

"That's good," Kurosawa's stomach rumbled again. His sharp eyes swept over Onizuka's plump lower body, and he swallowed hard, saying, "I want that fatter thigh meat."

Huang Jianguo licked his lips excitedly, "Don't worry, Mr. Kurosawa, I'll start grilling the meat right away." He then took out the half of the "authentic" samurai sword from his backpack. It had always been carried by the old ghost, and Onizuka couldn't bear to throw it away, so now it came in handy.

Huang Jianguo brandished the half-sword, quickly dismembering Onizuka piece by piece. He first placed a thigh over the campfire to roast, the yellow fat sizzling and dripping, an enticing aroma of fat filling the night air. Kurosawa's meat had to be cooked first, after all, he was the boss.

Huang Jianguo's gaze fell on Onizuka's flesh. With a flash of his blade, he severed his genitals, skewered them with a wooden stick, and tossed them over the fire to heat them, turning them occasionally. He reasoned that traditional Chinese medicine believed in "like cures like," so this should have a nourishing effect on him.

The campfire roared, and Kurosawa devoured Onizuka's plump thigh with relish, while Huang Jianguo carefully peeled away the charred scrotum, pulled out the snow-white testicles, and tossed them into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"Jianguo-kun, ever since you absorbed the bald old woman's essence, your stamina seems to have increased considerably," Kurosawa said, tearing off a piece of fragrant muscle with his teeth, his mouth dripping with oil.

"Hmm, I feel like I have inexhaustible energy. Perhaps this is the effect of the Zhuyou Divine Skill," Huang Jianguo replied, while turning Onizuka's head and carefully picking at the yellowish-green boogers squeezed from his nostrils with his fingernails.

"Very good. The higher your skill level, the more helpful it will be to your career in the Central Plains," Kurosawa said, looking at him with satisfaction.

"Mr. Kurosawa, you are the mastermind behind the Corpse-Slaying Cult, so why haven't I seen you use your amazing martial arts?" Huang Jianguo pulled off a charred yellow ear, bit it, and said.

Kurosawa glanced at him and slowly said, "The Corpse-Slaying Cult has always had two leaders, one in the open and one in the shadows. The one in the open has unparalleled martial arts skills, while the one in the shadows possesses extraordinary wisdom. I am mainly responsible for public relations and cultivating relationships with higher-ups to create favorable conditions for the development of our cult politically. However, the Japanese archipelago is too small, and public opinion is currently deeply dissatisfied with our cult's actions. Therefore, we have already established a branch in South Korea and are vigorously seeking development in China. Murakami Takeo and Inubushi Shi, whom we sent a few days ago, have unfortunately perished. The future depends on you, Jianguo-kun."

"Murakami Takeo and Inubushi Shi were both members of the Corpse-Slaying Cult?" Huang Jianguo was surprised.

"That's right, they were both secret members of our cult," Kurosawa explained.

Huang Jianguo gave an "Oh," casually pried off a charred eyeball from Onizuka and tossed it into his mouth, then asked, "What is the ultimate goal of our Corpse-Cutting Cult?"

Kurosawa smiled and said, "Of course, it's to control the entire country. In 1941, if Japan hadn't been defeated, we could have succeeded. Unfortunately, many secret members of the military were executed by the Far East Military Tribunal, so the cult declined after the war and its development became quite difficult."

"So, that's why you're considering shifting your focus to China?" Huang Jianguo asked doubtfully.

"That's right. The Central Plains are vast and rich in resources, with a deep-rooted folk culture of gods and ghosts. Moreover, the Corpse-Cutting Cult itself originated in China. If we could find the long-lost 'Intermediate Yin Corpse-Absorbing Technique,' it would be like adding wings to a tiger. Jianguo-kun, your burden is heavy," Kurosawa said.

"That is precisely Jianguo's ambition," Huang Jianguo said, his eyes shining brightly, his face resolute.

“Very good, Jianguo-jun. Once we leave the Hukawng Valley, we can take a ride to Myitkyina, where we have a consulate. We'll wait for Hansheng there,” Kurosawa said.

“Will Hansheng come?” Huang Jianguo asked doubtfully.

“He will definitely come,” Kurosawa replied confidently.

“Then when do we go to Japan?” Huang Jianguo was concerned about his testicle transplant.

“After capturing Hansheng and interrogating him about the prophecy of Geddar, we'll immediately take the train to Rangoon and fly directly to Tokyo,” Kurosawa knew what Huang Jianguo was thinking, so he reassured him, “Jianguo-jun, please rest assured, you are already a member of our Corpse-Slaying Cult, and as the head of the Chinese branch, transplanting two testicles is a piece of cake for you. As soon as we arrive in Tokyo, I will immediately arrange for the brothers in the cult to find suitable donors.”

“They must be black,” Huang Jianguo instructed.

“No problem,” Kurosawa replied.

As dawn broke, Huang Jianguo extinguished the campfire, stuffed the roasted arms and half-assock of Onizuka into his backpack for sustenance on the journey, and then the two set off lightly.

Myitkyina is the capital of Kachin State in northeastern Myanmar, 919 miles from Yangon. It is the northernmost railway terminus in Myanmar, with a population of over 30,000, and is an important producer of fragrant rice and jade in the country.

More than thirty years ago, during the war, the Chinese Expeditionary Force, led by General Sun Liren, joined forces with the Allied forces led by General Stilwell to encircle and annihilate Lieutenant General Honda Masashige's Japanese 33rd Army here, an event known in history as the "Great Victory of Myitkyina."

Three days later, the ragged and travel-worn Deputy Consul General Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo entered the gates of the Japanese Consulate in Myitkyina, Myanmar.

Chapter 318

Mong La Chawon. Bing, carrying the wrinkled baby girl Momo, ran into the jungle, but instead of heading towards Myitkyina, he arrived at the banks of the Nmai River deep in the rainforest. There, he built a small raft and drifted downstream to Kanpaidi. After

resting for a day in the town and replenishing his food and water, he returned to the primeval forest. Relying on his extensive jungle experience, he easily traversed the vast forest. Two days later, he arrived at the small town of Kunlong, and then boarded a fishing boat on the Salween River, sailing south to Pasang. After disembarking, he traveled east across the Thai-Myanmar border and entered the Inthanon Mountains of Chiang Mai Province in northern Thailand. At the southeastern foot of the mountain range stood a magnificent palace, the residence of the Mong La Chaon family, where he had lived in his childhood. He intended to live there with the baby girl, teaching her advanced black magic from a young age. As for taking her to Bangkok for her education, that was for when she grew up.

Thus, Mong La Chaon, Bing, and Momo evaded the watchful eyes of Hei Ze and Huang Jianguo in Myitkyina, as well as the pursuit of Han Sheng and Master Jin.

Mong La Chaon, Bing, and Momo vanished without a trace.

Han Sheng and Master Jin encountered the Ancestor in the jungle on the night of the second day.

Despite her rich experience living in the Xiangxi mountains, the Ancestor was ill-suited to the tropical rainforests of Southeast Asia. She was completely lost in the dense forest, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly.

In her despair, she finally discovered a campfire in the jungle and approached, her hair disheveled.

"Ancestor! Is that you?" Han Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Waaah..." The old ancestor saw Han Sheng by the fire and Shen Caihua sleeping soundly in his arms. Overwhelmed with emotion, she burst into tears.

Master Jin quickly stood up and helped the old ancestor sit down. He glanced at her casually; she was still bare-chested, her large, dark breasts scratched by thorns... Master Jin's heart skipped a beat.

"Old ancestor, don't worry, eat something first. I know where they are." Han Sheng handed her a can of luncheon meat and a jug of mountain stream water.

"Where is Zu Mo?" the old ancestor asked impatiently.

"They went to Myitkyina. That's the only way back to Bangkok. Don't worry, Mong La Chaweng. Bing would never harm Mo Mo," Han Sheng explained.

The old ancestor gazed at the dark, primeval forest. She knew she could only continue her journey after dawn.

As the old man devoured the canned meat, he lamented, "If only Liu Jinmo were here by the campfire in this primeval forest, and we had a couple more jugs of liquor..."

Hearing this, Han Sheng felt a pang of melancholy. Indeed, Mr. Liu was a man of great courage and integrity, clear about right and wrong in the martial world. It's a pity good people don't live long; he and Xiao Cuihua perished on the summit of Meili Snow Mountain. Meanwhile, Huang Jianguo, who committed countless evil deeds, always seemed to escape death. Could it be that he truly relied on the protection of the Taiji Yin Aura?

"Han Sheng, what are you thinking about?" Master Jin asked with concern.

Han Sheng sighed and said softly, "I'm wondering how Lan'er and Uncle Shanren are doing in Blue Moon Valley, and what about Elder Ye and Old Cuihua, Granny Xiaoying and the old man from Xiangxi? I really miss them." "

Master Jin comforted him, "I already told them when I left the valley that I would definitely bring Hansheng and the two babies back when the next full moon arrives. You don't need to worry too much; after all, it's very safe in Blue Moon Valley."

"And Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua, I sometimes dream about them," Hansheng said wistfully.

"Alas, they are gone; it is the will of Heaven. What can the world do?" Master Jin sighed and comforted him.

"Master, do you think the Taiji Yin Aura is really that effective? Huang Jianguo's repeated escapes are truly against common sense and unbelievable," Hansheng said.

Master Jin thought for a moment and said eloquently, "The Taiji Yin Aura gathers the spiritual energy of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers. Its magnetic field has a tremendous influence on the human body's biomagnetic field. The Quanzhen School has conducted in-depth research on the relationship between feng shui burial sites and humans. I believe that humans are the most intelligent of all beings, and each family's biomagnetic field is different, with its own specific symbols." The biomagnetic field within the remains or bones of ancestors is slowly degraded by the earth after physical death, generally over a period of forty-nine days. Therefore, the custom of observing the "seven-seven" ritual for the deceased has its reasons. A good burial site, known for its ability to "gather and retain energy," resonates with the deceased's biomagnetic field. This not only delays degradation but also amplifies the magnetic field, transmitting it to the descendants and enhancing their specific bio-energy, enabling them to excel in particular fields.

"Master, you are truly learned! May I ask what these 'specific fields' are?" the old ancestor asked, his innocent eyes fixed on Master Jin.

"It's the pursuit one aspires to. For example, a scholar might become a top scholar, a martial artist a general. In short, the magnetic field generated by a good burial site greatly benefits future generations," Master Jin explained.

"But if the descendants are far away in foreign lands, thousands of miles away, they probably won't be affected, right?" the old ancestor asked earnestly, displaying a strong thirst for knowledge.

"Master, do you understand modern physics?" Electromagnetic waves travel at 300,000 kilometers per second, enough to circle the Earth seven and a half times. No matter how far away you are, they will affect you constantly… Just like two lovers who are deeply in love, no matter how far apart they are, if one has a thought and emits a biomagnetic current, the other will instantly feel a tremor in their heart. Therefore, the folk saying that red ears mean someone is talking to you has a basis.” As Master Jin spoke, his heart suddenly trembled twice.

The old ancestor blushed, lowered his head, and twisted his loose hair with his fingers. As if unintentionally, he turned his body to the side, and his proud breasts were raised towards Master Jin… “So, Huang Jianguo is determined to take over the Central Plains. His grandfather was buried alive in the Taiji Yin Aura. Will the magnetic field of the Taiji Yin Aura help him succeed?” "Han Sheng asked in confusion.

Master Jin glanced at the ancestor and continued, "The Taiji Yin Aura has been the most powerful magnetic field in Feng Shui since ancient times. It must have been of great help to Huang Jianguo. The fact that he survived several major disasters may be related to this. Just like when Zhu Yuanzhang's mother was buried alive in the Taiji Yang Aura, its power protected the rise of the Ming Taizu and helped him turn danger into safety after several near-death experiences." "

Fortunately, Wu Daoming and Uncle Shanren tricked the Huang family into burying Old Master Huang, otherwise wouldn't it have been a great suffering for the people of the Central Plains?" Han Sheng thought to himself.

In the quiet night, the campfire crackled and popped, scattering sparks and releasing a faint, intoxicating aroma of wood resin. The firelight cast two shadowy, mountain-like shapes on Old Master Jin's full breasts, mysterious and unpredictable. Master Jin was clearly somewhat distracted at this moment.

"Hmm," Master Jin coughed twice, forcing himself back to reality. He turned his gaze to Han Sheng's face and said with concern, "Han Sheng, you've encountered so many things at such a young age, losing several relatives and friends one after another. As for the funeral arrangements entrusted to you by Lama Danba, frankly, you've done your best. You should also think about yourself and Lan'er. I believe that wandering like this is not a solution." Han Sheng gave a bitter smile and said softly, "

Daoist Master, my father always taught me to be trustworthy and righteous. I have already promised the old lama Danba, and besides, he is already dead. No matter what, I cannot break a promise made to a dead person. My father is also dead now, otherwise I could ask him what I should do. I am determined to use my medical skills to heal the sick and save lives, but before I could realize my ambitions, I have been constantly on the run. This is fate, what can I do?"

"Are you just going to live on the run forever? Wouldn't it be a waste to use your Hua Tuo-style medical skills to save lives?" Daoist Master Jin said with regret.

Han Sheng sighed and muttered to himself, "Perhaps it's like what Uncle Wu Chu said. Only by making the Geda Prophecy public, so that everyone knows it, will no one be interested in Han Sheng anymore. That way, I can continue my dedication to healing the sick without any distractions."

Master Jin nodded and said, "Wu Chu Shanren is right. The forces in the capital and the Japanese both want to obtain the Geda Prophecy for themselves and control China's future political situation. They want it but don't want the world to know it publicly, otherwise they would lose the meaning of possessing the Geda Prophecy. Therefore, Han Sheng, the longer you don't reveal the Geda Prophecy, the greater your danger will become, and..." "

And what?" Han Sheng asked.

"Any party that obtains the Geda Prophecy alone will immediately kill you to silence you," Master Jin replied.

Chapter 319

Han Sheng was startled upon hearing this. The Master was right. Liu Jinmo had also repeatedly reminded him that the martial world was treacherous and people's hearts were unpredictable. His experiences over the past year had proven this point.

"Alas, it seems it's best to reveal the Geda prophecy to the public as soon as possible," Han Sheng said thoughtfully.

"I'm glad you've finally come to your senses," Master Jin said with great satisfaction, then pondered for a moment before asking, "Han Sheng, how do you plan to make it public? Newspapers and magazines will all consider this so-called Geda Living Buddha prophecy pure superstition; absolutely no newspaper will be willing to publish it."

Han Sheng thought for a moment, then had an idea and said cheerfully, "Hong Kong, Hong Kong will definitely work! I think I'll first find a major newspaper through Mr. Lu Taiguan, and then publish the whole story of what the Danba Lama entrusted to me, along with the old sheepskin prophecy left by the Geda Living Buddha. They'll definitely publish it."

"The old sheepskin?" Master Jin asked in surprise.

"Yes, the Danba Lama gave me an old sheepskin with numbers written on it, instructing me to keep it safe, because it was left by the Geda Living Buddha, and the sheepskin records a prophecy about the future of China," Han Sheng explained.

"Do you know what it says?" Master Jin asked curiously.

Han Sheng shook his head and said, "It's all groups of numbers; I don't understand what they mean."

"Such an important item must be hidden in a safe place. It would be terrible if it were stolen." Master Jin broke out in a cold sweat. Han Sheng

smiled, didn't say anything, yawned, and said, "Now that the decision is made, I can finally relax. Alright, it's getting late, and we have to travel tomorrow, so let's all go to sleep." Although

the campfire was still burning brightly, Master Jin added a few more pieces of wood; there were still two or three hours until dawn.

After several days of travel, Han Sheng was exhausted, both physically and mentally. His eyelids drooped, and he drifted off to sleep, holding Shen Caihua. He immediately fell into a dream… He seemed to return to his childhood village of Nanshan, his father pounding medicine in the mortar and pestle, making a "thump-thump" sound, while he played in the yard with the big yellow dog, Benben, who was then a thin little yellow dog… The old ancestor leaned against a bamboo tree, pretending to sleep, peeking through his eyelids at Master Jin. This man had a refined and elegant air about him, his physique quite similar to Liu Jinmo, and it was said that he was a child… "A woman's body is extremely precious..." She had just noticed his gaze; he had repeatedly leering at her breasts. She was certain that Master Jin was losing control. No wonder, though she was a bit older, she still possessed a captivating charm and exuded femininity... The old woman's mind wandered as she snored softly, intentionally swaying her firm breasts with each breath, a few drops of white milk even seeping from her dark nipples.

It was late at night, and Han Sheng and Shen Caihua were already fast asleep, emitting even snores.

If Master Jin were to touch her breasts now, should she refuse, or pretend to be asleep? Would he take advantage of her? After much internal struggle, the old woman finally decided to let the master do as he pleased.

Look! The Taoist priest, finally unable to contain himself any longer, quietly stood up and tiptoed around the campfire towards her. The old woman's heart pounded wildly… The Taoist priest reached her, gently crouching down, his fiery eyes fixed on her proud, ample breasts. Then he brought his face close, as if checking if she was asleep… The old woman tried to breathe evenly. "If you're going to do it, hurry up," she thought.

The Taoist priest confirmed she was asleep, then stood up and walked to Han Sheng, gently slipping his hand inside Han Sheng's underwear.

What was he doing? Was he testing if Han Sheng was asleep before making his move? The old patriarch squinted as he watched Master Jin grope Han Sheng, anticipating the exciting events to come… Suddenly, Master Jin produced a tattered sheepskin, glanced at it, and tucked it into his robes. He then looked at Han Sheng and himself before hurrying off into the woods… The old patriarch was astonished and quietly followed Master Jin. At dawn, the

rainforest was alive with the chirping of birds. Han Sheng stretched and woke up.

The campfire was still burning, wisps of blue smoke rising. Huh, where are they? The old patriarch and Master Jin weren't by the fire; perhaps they had gone to relieve themselves. Han Sheng recalled that he had slept very deeply, likely due to blood loss from performing the ritual to dispel the curses on everyone.

Shen Caihua also woke up, sniffing the air, looking quite uneasy.

Han Sheng stood up. The forest was shrouded in mist, damp and filled with the musty smell of moss.

“Momo’s mother…” Shen Caihua suddenly said.

“What?” Hansheng asked, looking down.

“Momo’s mother… is dead.” Shen Caihua trembled, his eyes filled with terror.

Hansheng’s heart skipped a beat. He knew that the ghost baby Shen Caihua had an extraordinary sense of smell; he was afraid something might have really happened to him.

“Little Caihua, will you take Hansheng’s father to find Momo’s mother?” Hansheng said.

Shen Caihua nodded, his little bottom bare, and ran off into the depths of the jungle, Hansheng following closely behind. After passing several tall longan trees, little Caihua led Hansheng through a grove of wild banana trees. Finally, a jungle path appeared before them, winding into the distance. This path seemed to have been made by wild animals, as it was rarely trodden by humans in the rainforest.

Shen Caihua turned her head, her dark eyes fixed on Han Sheng, then pointed forward and said, "Mo Mo's mother."

A withered old tree, its bare trunk covered with clusters of vibrant orange-red flames, sat beneath it, a figure staring blankly at the sky, a trace of dried blood at the corner of her mouth, still bare-chested… "Ancestor!" Han Sheng exclaimed in shock, quickly rushing forward and gently bending down beside her. He checked her breath, finding she had been dead for some time.

"Mo Mo's mother…" Shen Caihua murmured softly, two tears falling from her eyes.

"Ancestor, how could you be dead?" Han Sheng murmured, his gaze falling on his ancestor's bare breasts… The once firm nipples drooped lifelessly, a crooked "gold" character smeared in blood on the dark, plump flesh, the bottom right corner of the horizontal stroke drooping weakly, as if it had used up its last bit of strength. Han Sheng grabbed the old ancestor's right hand and saw that his index finger was indeed covered in blood.

In his last moments, the old ancestor pointed to the murderer—Master Jin!

Han Sheng was stunned. Master Jin? Why…? After a long while, Han Sheng slowly came to his senses, feeling a cool sensation on his face. He reached up and touched it; it was his own tears. Master Jin killed the Ancestor. Why did Master Jin do this? Who exactly is Jia Shiming? A series of questions flooded his mind… Suddenly, Han Sheng shuddered, reaching into the shroud he was wearing. The old sheepskin was gone… Han Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time, the threads in his mind gradually became clearer.

He remembered last night, when he told Master Jin about the Geda prophecy on the old sheepskin. Even earlier, he remembered that in the Lama Temple in Blue Moon Valley, Master Jin had been urging him to tell the Geda prophecy to the old Lama Danzeng to avoid further suffering. And just last night, he had earnestly advised him again. Could all of this be a carefully planned trap by Master Jin?

Han Sheng carefully examined the old ancestor's cause of death. Most of his internal organs had ruptured, causing massive internal bleeding, leading him to believe it was caused by Master Jin's Heavenly Qi Gong.

Master Jin, in your quest for the Geda Prophecy, you feigned blindness and befriended the old lama Danba of Yonghe Temple for ten years, yet you gained nothing. Finally, to gain Han Sheng's trust, you sacrificed Professor Liu and killed Murakami Takeo and Inubushi one by one, severely injuring Monglachaon and Onizuka. Now that you've successfully stolen the old sheepskin, why kill another pitiful old ancestor?

Han Sheng thought, the old ancestor must have discovered Master Jin's theft of the old sheepskin, chased after him, fought, and ultimately lost to Master Jin, wounded by the Heavenly Qi Gong. Before dying, he wrote a warning in his blood. Master Jin

obtained the Geda Prophecy and escaped… Who is he? He doesn't seem to be part of Kurosawa's group. Could he be a spy sent by the leader? Why didn't she kill herself to silence him?

Han Sheng sighed deeply. Alas, all the grudges and grievances stemmed from the prophecy of the Living Buddha Geda. Why bother with prophecies? Why bother trying to predict the future when one can simply live a muddled life?

Gazing at the lonely corpse before him, Han Sheng's tears streamed down his face. His ancestor was an unfortunate woman. In her youth, her first love was with Mei Yiying, a man who resembled a eunuch. She and Xiaoying relied on each other for survival. Later, she was raped by Yang Gong and gave birth to a wrinkled baby girl. Until she met Liu Jinmo, whom she fell in love with at first sight, their love was already severed, and they could never be together again… Now, Zu Mo had been kidnapped, and before she could rescue her daughter, she was gone forever, buried in this vast tropical rainforest.

"The old ancestor died with his eyes wide open..." Han Sheng murmured, "Old ancestor, I know your only wish was to see the wrinkled baby girl, but I don't know the 'grafting' technique of the Zhu You Divine Skill. Otherwise, I could have placed your soul into the Zhu You Relic and given it to Mo Mo in the future, so you and your daughter could see each other every day and never be separated." After saying this, he took out the walnut-shaped relic from his pocket and sighed repeatedly.

"Tadpa Aja Chenxi Duochihe Tayun." Shen Caihua suddenly uttered a series of strange notes.

At the same time, the Zhu You Relic jumped lightly in Han Sheng's palm...

Chapter 320

Myitkyina, Japanese Consulate.

The sudden visit of Mr. Kurosawa, the ragged deputy consul general of the Japanese Consulate General in China, caught the small Myitkyina consulate off guard. Consul Kawashima was terrified and kept asking after him.

Kurosawa immediately made a encrypted call to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, instructing Kawashima's consulate in Myitkyina to fully comply with his instructions and not to question or inquire about anything.

"Kurosawa-kun, please give your instructions," Consul Kawashima asked respectfully.

"We need to take a shower first. Get us two dark suits," Kurosawa ordered.

"As you wish, Kurosawa-kun, please." Kawashima led them to the consulate's bathroom, where several large wooden tubs were quickly filled with hot water.

Kurosawa and Huang Jianguo removed their clothes, now soaked in white sweat and smelling foul, and stood naked on the bathroom floor.

"Hmm, Jianguo-kun, you have a great physique. No wonder Mingyue took a liking to you," Kurosawa complimented, looking at the fair-skinned, muscular Huang Jianguo.

Huang Jianguo looked down at his shriveled scrotum and sighed, "What's the use of a good physique if the most precious thing is gone?"

"Don't worry, Jianguo-kun, once you get a pair of big, black testicles in Tokyo, you'll be able to control many women like an ancient Chinese emperor," Kurosawa comforted him.

"Won't I give birth to some little black devils?" Huang Jianguo thought of Meng Hongbing's drastic personality change after having pig testicles implanted, and couldn't help but worry.

Soaking in the hot tub was incredibly comfortable, relieving the fatigue and exhaustion of the past few days, giving one a feeling of euphoria.

"Kurosawa-kun, the new suit and shirt have arrived," Consul Kawashima said, carrying neatly folded clothes.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Kawashima-kun. Has anything unusual happened in Myitkyina lately?" Kurosawa asked, sitting in the tub.

"What aspects are you referring to?" Consul Kawashima asked cautiously.

"For example, the Chinese consulate," Kurosawa said.

Upon hearing this, Consul Kawashima immediately replied, "Yes, our people discovered that just two days ago, the Chinese consulate secretly received a high-ranking official from China, who is still inside the consulate."

"Oh, who is he? What is he doing in Myitkyina?" Kurosawa became wary.

"This mysterious figure hasn't contacted the Kachin State government in Myitkyina, Myanmar, and hasn't left the consulate. We really don't know what official business he has here," Consul Kawashima replied.

Kurosawa pondered for a moment and asked, "What does he look like?"

"It's said he's tall and imposing, with a square face and a dignified appearance, especially his sharp and piercing eyes. He must be someone of high rank and power," Consul Kawashima described vividly.

Kurosawa chuckled and said to Huang Jianguo, "Jianguo, your father-in-law has arrived."

Following Kurosawa's instructions, the Japanese began 24-hour surveillance of the Chinese consulate in Myitkyina.

As dusk fell, the sky darkened, and a light drizzle fell. A weary traveler, his tattered clothes soaked through, thin and gaunt, wearing yellow rubber boots and rolled-up trousers, walked along the muddy road outside the Chinese consulate.

He stopped, scanning his surroundings warily. His gaze finally settled on the side wall of the consulate, where someone had drawn an inconspicuous circle in charcoal on the white wall. He slowly walked over, leaned against the wall to rest, and watched several hurried pedestrians with sharp eyes. After observing for a while, making sure no one noticed him, he slowly took out a small piece of dark charcoal from his pocket and quietly drew a five-petaled lotus flower inside the circle on the wall. Then he threw down the charcoal and slowly walked away, exhausted.

All of this was observed by two people hidden in a house across the street. One of them was holding a Nikon camera with a 500mm telephoto lens. This was a secret hideout rented by the Japanese for a long time, specifically used to monitor the Chinese consulate.

"Kio-kun, did you get the picture?" Yamura asked casually, leaning against the window with a cigarette in his mouth, gazing at the Chinese consulate across the street.

"Of course, it's just a bit dark, but the portrait should be recognizable. That person even drew a flower on the wall; it looks like a coded message," Koo Taro said, putting down his camera.

"Look, someone's coming out of the consulate," Yamura said, extinguishing his cigarette and looking out the window.

A young man slowly walked out of the iron gate, came to the wall, looked around, glanced at the drawing on the wall, and then hurried back to the consulate.

Koo Taro unloaded the film, handed it to Yamura, and said, "You can take it back to Consul Kawashima now."

Yamura nodded, stuffed the film into his pocket, left the room, hopped on a bicycle, and rode back to the Japanese consulate.

At dinner, Consul Kawashima placed several developed photographs on the table. "These were taken this evening," he said.

Kurosawa put down his glass, picked up the photographs, and grinned. "So it's Master Jin."

The Jia Shiming in the photo was also dressed in rags, looking exhausted; everyone emerging from the rainforest was utterly worn out.

"He certainly has a refined taste; even in this state, he still has the mood to paint," Huang Jianguo said with a smile.

"No, this is a form of unmanned communication, originally invented by the Soviet KGB. But it's too close to the consulate; perhaps Myitkyina is too small to find a suitable location," Kurosawa explained.

"So, does that mean Master Jin is actually my father-in-law's man?" Huang Jianguo asked suspiciously.

"Yes, they've made contact and will definitely meet as soon as possible. Usually, it will be tonight. Kawashima-kun, immediately increase manpower and keep a close watch. Notify me immediately if anything happens," Kurosawa ordered. "

Yes, sir, Mr. Kurosawa," Consul Kawashima immediately went to make the arrangements.

"Dongdong's father is a real old fox," Huang Jianguo said resentfully.

In Consul Wang's office at the Chinese Consulate.

The leader stood with his hands behind his back by the window, gazing at the courtyard gradually darkening under the night sky, lost in deep thought… Jia Shiming was an undercover agent he had placed beside Danba Lama. No one knew his background, including Huang Jianguo and Xiao Yanfang. "Openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass," he was preparing multiple options, employing a two-pronged approach, because the Geda Prophecy was too important. Whoever controlled it would be able to seize the initiative and control the world in the future.

That Liu Jinmo actually betrayed me for a mere minor doctor, making a complete mess of the Tai Chi Yin Yun incident. He risked everything to bury his father, who suffered from ALS, alive, only to almost die from the fake Yin Yun himself. Instead, that country doctor inadvertently cured the old man's incurable disease. Luckily, I received a tip beforehand and subtly poisoned the old man, rendering him demented. Otherwise, the old man would have used his revolutionary ideals to betray his own family, and I would have been finished. Hmph, now that Liu Jinmo is dead from poisoning and falling off a cliff, he got what he deserved, saving me the trouble of getting my hands dirty.

A few days ago, I received a long-distance call from Master Jin in a small town in the Gaoligong Mountains of Yunnan. He said he had been tracking Han Sheng and the Japanese man Kurosawa into the Burmese rainforest. Han Sheng now trusts him completely and believes he will soon uncover the Geda prophecy. He told Master Jin that he would wait for him at the Chinese consulate in Myitkyina, Myanmar, and they agreed on a secret code for contact after the success: a black circle on the wall, to which Master Jin would respond with the Quanzhen Sect's emblem—a five-petaled lotus.

Damn it, even that Japanese Kurosawa has gotten involved. He couldn't let his guard down; that guy was cunning. He made a phone call to Bangkok, luring Kun Weichai's master, Mong La Cha Weng Bing, to come and disrupt things, making it easier for Master Jin to succeed.

Although he hadn't heard from Mong La Cha Weng Bing, Master Jin had now arrived in Myitkyina and sent the five-petaled lotus signal. As agreed, he would meet him privately at midnight that day after seeing the signal, outside the back wall of the Myitkyina consulate. It was best not to reveal Jia Shiming's identity for now.

Had he succeeded? He probably had, otherwise he wouldn't have contacted him. He wondered if Master Jin had eliminated Han Sheng to silence him after the success. Leaving this country doctor around would only be a menace, especially with those Japanese coveting his territory.

As the commander pondered this, a soft knock came at the door.

"Come in," he said calmly, turning around.

The door opened, and Feng Sheng hurried in…

Chapter 321

“Tadala…” Shen Caihua murmured incessantly.

“What are you saying?” Han Sheng asked in surprise.

Shen Caihua seemed oblivious, continuing to mutter to himself as he took the Zhuyou relic from Han Sheng's palm, placed it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his chubby little hands, crossing them over his chest, his throat still uttering those strange notes.

“Hush…” The ancestor's body suddenly trembled, letting out a long sigh… Han Sheng was stunned, his astonished gaze shifting between the ancestor and Shen Caihua.

A moment later, Shen Caihua stopped muttering, reached into his mouth and took out the relic, raising his head to look at Han Sheng, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Mo Mo's mother is here," he said, shaking the relic.

"What?" Han Sheng took the relic in surprise, noticing it was slightly warm, and asked doubtfully, "Caihua, do you mean Mo Mo's mother's soul is in this relic?"

Little Caihua nodded.

"You know the Zhu You Divine Skill?" Han Sheng was even more astonished, his voice trembling.

Little Caihua shook his head, indicating he didn't know what the Zhu You Divine Skill was.

Han Sheng stared at the walnut-shaped relic in his hand with suspicion. It was oval and slightly fluorescent, its bone-like surface covered with many hooks, like a human brain. One thing Han Sheng was certain of was that the relic was originally cool and had a pale green fluorescence, but now it was warm in his hand, and the fluorescence had turned somewhat reddish. Could it be that the ancestor's soul was truly sealed within the relic?

After a long while, Han Sheng solemnly swore an oath before the old ancestor's body, saying, "Ancestor, I swear here that I will definitely reunite you with Zu Mo. We are leaving now, but it's a pity we can't take your remains with us to be buried with Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua. Alas, if your soul has already entered the relic realm, what use is there in leaving only an empty shell? Let me bury you here."

Han Sheng broke off a thick tree branch, found a piece of soft soil, and slowly dug a shallow grave. Then he lifted the old ancestor's body and placed it in, gently fastening the buttons on her front. He sighed, "Ancestor, you are a person who doesn't care about details, often exposing your chest to others, but now you should dress more neatly and dignifiedly."

After burying the body, Han Sheng found more than ten large stones and covered it with the soil, to prevent wild animals from eating the corpse.

"Mo Mo's mother is dead," Xiao Caihua said softly, standing in front of him.

“Yes, her physical body is buried here; it’s just a shell. Her soul will accompany us on our journey to find Momo,” Hansheng said, holding Shen Caihua’s little hand. “Caihua, can you tell where Momo went?”

“Yes,” Shen Caihua nodded affirmatively.

“Let’s go find her,” Hansheng said firmly. As for the old sheepskin and the Geda prophecy, they were no longer important compared to finding the wrinkled baby girl.

The Nmai Hka River flows through the vast primeval rainforest of northern Myanmar before joining the Irrawaddy River, winding for thousands of miles to Lapu-la, south of Yangon, where it empties into the Andaman Sea.

Hansheng and little Caihua stood on the bank of the Nmai Hka River, staring dumbfounded at the rushing water in the canyon.

Little Caihua sniffed the water, then pointed to the river and said, “Daddy Hansheng, Momo went into the water.”

Hansheng felt a pang of anxiety. Bing took the wrinkled baby girl by water, making it difficult to track them down. Even with Xiao Caihua's keen sense of smell, she was no different from a trained police dog; the current carried away the scent, leaving her unable to pinpoint where they would land.

"Mo Mo..." Shen Caihua gazed at the river with teary eyes, softly calling her name.

Seeing Xiao Caihua's distressed state, Han Sheng made up his mind. He would search. He had sworn an oath before his ancestor's body that he would find his daughter, no matter where she was, even to the ends of the earth.

Han Sheng entered the woods and began breaking off some thick branches. Lacking rope, he tried to break off several vines to tie the raft, but the seemingly soft vines were surprisingly tough and wouldn't break.

Just as he was at his wit's end, Shen Caihua, his bare bottom exposed, came over and snapped the vines in two with a few bites. He then frowned, noticing the extremely bitter taste.

With the raft secured, Han Sheng found a long bamboo pole, removed the branches, and used it as a pole. He then pushed the raft into the water. "Caihua, let's go," he said, lifting Shen Caihua onto the pole. With a push, the raft drifted downstream.

The stream between the high mountains and deep valleys was exceptionally swift. The raft sped downstream, occasionally encountering jagged rocks that threatened to capsize and drown. Little Caihua, naked, clung tightly to Hansheng's thigh, trembling with nervousness. Fortunately, Hansheng's willpower activated his fly-eyes, slowing down the speed at which he could see things, allowing him to bypass obstacles in the river at the last possible moment and ultimately escape danger.

Several hours later, the river calmed down considerably, and Little Caihua finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the raft, his nose twitching incessantly, hoping to catch a trace of Momo's scent, but he was disappointed; he couldn't smell anything at all.

The banks were lined with lush primeval forests, where macaques could occasionally be seen leaping and bounding among the treetops. As the sun set, a golden hue was cast over the dense forest canopy, and flocks of birds returning to their nests circled above, chirping incessantly.

Night fell, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, its reflection shimmering on the water. Little Caihua nestled at Hansheng's feet and fell asleep.

Talent should wear clothes now; he can't just stay naked all day, Han Sheng thought to himself. He reached out and took off his shirt, then gently covered the boy's body. "Alas, an orphan without parents is truly pitiful."

Who exactly is Master Jin? Why did he steal the Geda Prophecy? This man is too cunning. Recalling the Lama temple in Blue Moon Valley, Master Jin was muttering those words in a daze, "What is Song? It is the primordial Yang essence. If Song is lost, then Buddhist teachings cannot be deeply understood. This humble monk has never lost Song, therefore Buddhist teachings can be deeply understood..." He seemed foolish, but it was all an act. No wonder, he even pretended to be blind for decades. Jia Shiming (fake blindness), look at his name, he completely manipulates the world... Ahead was a river bend. Under the moonlight, the hills along the shore undulated, the scenery seemed different. The raft seemed to have drifted out of the rainforest, Han Sheng thought.

The hazy moonlight, clusters of bamboo, and a light mist rising from the river created a serene and ethereal atmosphere.

Then, a faint song drifted on the wind from afar… Han Sheng listened intently, and the melody was so familiar, like a folk song from Xingguo, Jiangxi, his hometown. He recognized it—it was "Singing a Folk Song Across Hengpai." The voice was deep and resonant, with a strong local accent; it was a man singing: "Oh, come… sing a folk song across Hengpai, waiting for my sister on the road to Hengpai, I've walked so many wrong paths, but I haven't seen my beautiful sister…"

Immediately afterward, a woman's voice joined in, her tone incredibly gentle: "Oh, come… sing a folk song across Hengpai, I want to sing back but have no talent, I've pondered for nine days and nine nights, but can't come up with any good words…"

"Sister, oh sister… this foolish brother is full of love, I want to pick flowers but I'm too clumsy to speak, the flowers fall and wither, I wander in distress, afraid that my sister will fly away from the mountains…"

"Brother, oh brother... the vibrant roses will eventually bloom, and your shy little sister is coming towards you. Pick the flowers while they bloom, lest your beloved wait alone..."

Han Sheng listened quietly, lost in endless reverie. He thought of Lan'er. Yes, since meeting and falling in love with Lan'er, he had seen her far more often than not. Although the virtuous and understanding Lan'er had never complained, he had left her waiting for so long... The moonlight was like water, and in the white mist over the river, a large, soft object, as large as a bamboo mat, rose silently from the water. Its grayish-white belly was covered with large and small suction cups, which attached themselves to the bottom of the raft. Then, one corner quietly curled up... Extending to Han Sheng's feet, it slowly enveloped the sleeping Shen Caihua, pulling him little by little into the river… A slight splash at his feet jolted Han Sheng, who was immersed in memories of the rich folk songs of his hometown, into a sudden alertness. Looking down, he saw that Shen Caihua was gone, and only a few ripples remained on the river surface… “Ah!” The sudden fright sent a chill down Han Sheng's spine. His eyes snapped open, and he vaguely saw a huge mat rolled up, carrying the small, white Caihua slowly sinking to the bottom of the river… “Caihua…” Han Sheng screamed in terror, his voice a shrill, mournful cry that carried far into the quiet night. Then, with a “plop,” he jumped into the river without hesitation, splashing water everywhere.

The singing stopped, and a fishing boat appeared in the white mist. In the moonlight, a young man and woman stood at the bow, both wearing straw-yellow military uniforms and yellow military caps, but without collar insignia or cap badges. Two American carbines leaned against the bow.

"Ah Ming, someone's fallen into the water!" the girl exclaimed in surprise.

"I heard it! Someone was shouting loudly just now. Xiao Qin, look, there's a raft over there!" The young man, Ah Ming, scanned the river and spotted Han Sheng and his companion's makeshift raft. They both spoke fluent Mandarin.

Han Sheng immediately tried to hold his breath after entering the water, but it was pitch black underwater, and his tiny eyes were useless. He could only frantically grope around with his hands, but after a while, he found nothing. Helpless, he had to surface to check the situation.

With a splash, Han Sheng surfaced. The raft had already drifted far away, and a large wooden boat appeared in the mist.

"Someone's here!" Xiao Qin shouted.

"Grab it!" Ah Ming yelled, throwing down a lifebuoy tied with a rope.

Han Sheng grabbed the lifebuoy, and Ah Ming quickly pulled the rope in, dragging Han Sheng to the side of the boat, and reaching out to pull him aboard.

Unexpectedly, Han Sheng, who was clinging to the lifebuoy, shook his head and said anxiously, "My child is still in the water..."

"Come up first. The river is flowing; once someone falls in, they won't stay in the same place. It'll be easier to find them on the boat," A Ming said.

Han Sheng had no choice but to grab A Ming's hand and climb onto the wooden boat, soaking wet.

"It's a 'sucker'...it's the one that took your child," A Ming said in astonishment after hearing Han Sheng's description of the large, grayish-white creature.

"What is a 'sucker'?" Han Sheng asked anxiously.

“There’s an amphibious monster called ‘Sucker’ in the rivers of northern Myanmar. It looks like a sleeping mat, with a grayish-white belly covered in over a hundred suckers the size of bowls, and its back covered in lush green moss. When it encounters a person or animal, it rolls them up and sucks their blood with its suckers. If a person encounters one, there is absolutely no chance of survival. Many veterans of our 93rd Division have lost their lives to ‘Suckers.’ In my opinion, your child is probably doomed…”

“No, no, Caihua will never die!” Hansheng gripped the side of the boat tightly, his fly-like eyes scanning the river surface, muttering incoherently.

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