98: Hearing the Different Voice
Chirp, chirp, chirp
After the Hungry Tiger died, the two black stripes on its body transformed into two Wraith, which actually surrounded the Hungry Tiger and kept chirping with ghostly sounds, seemingly wailing over their master's death, filled with immense sorrow.
"Human hearts are treacherous, while ghosts are inherently innocent..."
"When people encounter danger, they often scatter, but unexpectedly, these Wraith seem even more loyal than humans..."
Han Yi sighed inwardly a few times.
The extremely mournful cries of these two Wraith truly made 'listeners sad and hearers shed tears'.
However, of the two remaining Wraith, one only had a mouth, and the other only had an eye. Considering the 'One Ear', 'One Brow', and 'One Nose' that just died, it was clear that these five ghosts might have been gnawed on by their own 'master' when they were alive, not even leaving behind a complete set of facial features.
"So why bother..."
"Weak in life, killed by a tiger, powerful after death, yet serving as an Wraith for the tiger..."
Han Yi sighed, and gently brushed his right hand past them. The two Wraith didn't even attempt to dodge, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.
[Name]: Han Yi (16/114)
[Yuanli Value]: 39
Twenty points of Yuanli and two years of lifespan obtained.
"Yi Gege, you weren't hurt, were you..."
Behind Han Yi, Qian Xue ran over anxiously.
"It's fine, it's just my clothes are a bit..."
He saw that Han Yi's newly bought clean white shirt was already stained with blood and dust.
When going out in the future, it's better to wear white less often...
Rip!
In front of the massive tiger corpse, Han Yi was skillfully dissecting it, collecting useful items.
The entire tiger is a treasure; tiger skin, tiger blood, tiger meat, tiger bones, etc., are all great tonics.
"This thing... if used to steep in wine, wouldn't it be lethally potent..."
His expression was odd as he stared at the enormous object beneath the giant tiger's crotch.
Unfortunately, the flesh and blood of this kind of fierce beast, steeped in Yin energy, cannot be eaten. Otherwise, just the flesh and blood of a beast of this level would be worth a large sum of money.
Since the tiger blood, tiger meat, tiger bones, etc., had all been contaminated by Yin energy, the only valuable thing left was this tiger skin.
The fur on this giant tiger was beautiful and fresh; if it were intact, it would definitely be worth a lot.
But the several large holes on it greatly reduced the value of the tiger skin. These were caused by Han Yi's slashes with the Xuan Tie Sword. There was nothing to be done; the fight was intense, and he couldn't hold back.
Fortunately, Han Yi didn't come away empty-handed!
In the giant tiger's abdomen, at the Dantian area, he found a xuan yin stone the size of a chicken egg!
This xuan yin stone was black and shiny, surrounded by wisps of black qi. On it, there were even two faint black lines. This was indeed a 'second-tier xuan yin stone'!
The first-tier xuan yin stone found on the wild dog leader last time added two years of lifespan and twenty points of Yuanli!
And this second-tier xuan yin stone, wouldn't it add even more!
Big harvest, profited!
Han Yi grinned, his lips practically curving up to the sky.
"Yi Gege, your drool..."
Qian Xue reminded him with disgust.
"Cough, cough!"
Han Yi quickly composed his expression and coughed a few times.
Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, one must always keep a low profile...
He silently repeated a few phrases in his mind and calmed down.
Cracking and popping!
The large fire instantly reduced the tiger corpse to ashes. Thick black smoke rose, and an unpleasant, pungent burnt smell drifted out from it.
For corpses that have been exposed to Yin energy like this, the best solution is to burn them to ashes with a large fire. Otherwise, there might be lingering problems...
Cough, cough...
At the entrance of the Bai Family Courtyard
"Sanren Bai, you rest first. I'll go to the Bureau of Unusual Matters to exchange for a 'Yin Dispelling Talisman'..."
"Okay... Go quickly and come back soon..."
Bai Sanren, supported by Qian Xue, said weakly.
Han Yi wore a bamboo hat, carrying the Yin Dispelling Talisman exchanged from the Bureau of Unusual Matters in his arms.
This kind of Talisman is specially drawn by Mystics to dispel Yin energy from Martial Artists' bodies. Its effect is excellent, but of course, the price is also very expensive, two hundred taels of silver per Talisman.
The reward for the 'Investigate Qing Xi River' mission was only just enough to exchange for one Talisman. If you add in the wear and tear on various weapons and clothing, you'd probably still have to pay quite a bit extra!
It really proves the saying: money earned from the Bureau of Unusual Matters is spent at the Bureau of Unusual Matters...
Those old guys in the government are really shrewd...
Han Yi muttered to himself inwardly.
After leaving the Bureau of Unusual Matters, he first went to Fu Lin Restaurant in Yuqing Ward to take a look, but A Qiu hadn't left him a mark.
"It seems nothing has happened in the past two days..."
"Or maybe, go take a look at Changning Ward?"
Han Yi was very concerned about the strange illness A Qiu mentioned. He always felt that the Gu worms in the Black Wind Stronghold's possession had some connection to this strange illness.
"Let's go take a look. Anyway, when I go to the inner city, I'll pass by Changning Ward."
He made his decision.
Changning Ward
The large gate at the entrance of the ward was dilapidated. Half of the gate lay crookedly in the mud. Inside, the roads were made of dirt, and uncleared sewage and muddy water made the entire street muddy and impassable.
Even though it was daytime, it was quiet inside, with no one in sight on the street. Occasionally, only coughs could be heard from the shacks on either side of the street.
"It seems things are even more serious than I imagined..."
Han Yi furrowed his brows and walked in, stepping through the mud with unsteady steps.
On a main street in Changning Ward
The road here was slightly better, paved with crushed green stones. On both sides were rows of various shops, but their doors were locked, and dust covered the plaques, clearly indicating they had been closed for a long time. Only a few food stalls selling steamed buns and filled buns had their wooden doors half-open, with people faintly seen tidying up inside.
On the street, there were sparse figures. Passersby walked quickly, buying some dry food and snacks before quickly leaving. Moreover, these people were hidden under patched, loose robes, and wore old hoods, making it impossible to see their faces.
Apart from the occasional "pat, pat" sound of pedestrians walking and the "clang" of wooden doors opening, there was no other sound on this main street. It was terrifyingly quiet, like a ghost street.
"The Valley Spirit does not die, this is called Xuan Pin!"
"The Valley Spirit does not die, this is called Xuan Pin..."
"The Valley Spirit does not die, this is called Xuan..."
Han Yi had just passed an alley when a rustling sound came from inside.
Someone was shouting something with intonation, seemingly a leader. Then, large crowds echoed and mumbled, and it seemed some people had very strange accents.
"This is..."