Chapter 364
"I can be certain it's somewhere in this village—but exactly where? I can't sense it." Zhu Xiang's expression was helpless.
He appeared to be a man in his late middle age, at least in his fifties, with a broad, square-cut face. Anyone who truly knew him, however, knew he had just turned thirty. The premature aging was the cost of years spent constantly on the road—suppressing ghosts and demonic entities wherever they surfaced, without rest, without respite. The exhaustion had carved itself into him.
The other man, Thunderbolt Palm Dai Yunhua, was short, powerfully built, and bald, with arms of unusual thickness. At twenty-six or twenty-seven—the height of a martial artist's physical prime—his seamless blend of palm techniques and marksmanship had carved out a considerable reputation for him across the martial world.
Worried for an old friend's safety, he had volunteered to accompany Hao-ge on this investigation.
Hao-ge was now the Deputy Chief of a police station in one of Xidong City's seven major districts. When the Blood Letter Case resurfaced, he had initially dispatched his most capable subordinates—only for three of them to die in succession. Left with no alternative, he had taken the field himself.
"If you keep failing to find it, are we supposed to stay in this village forever?" Dai Yunhua asked impatiently.
"Patience. Compared to us, whoever is hiding in the dark must be even more—" Before Daoist Zhu Xiang could finish, sand and stone whipped up around them, blurring the air into a gray haze.
Amid the swirling debris, a translucent phantom rapidly closed in on the trio, charging straight for their weakest link: Hao-ge.
Bang. Bang. Bang.