168: Chapter 168 My name is Huang Jianyong

Han Jingyang's voice trailed off, yet no one came out to speak.

Even Bai Sixing, who had just left a short while ago, was nowhere to be seen.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Are they trying to take the three of us down while they have the chance?"

"Or do they have other ideas?"

"Heh."

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you really won't know your place."

"Fine, let me broaden your horizons."

"So you don't run into any truly ruthless characters in the future."

Han Jingyang thought this, sighed, and gave an order to Black Hercules beside him.

Black Hercules charged toward the formation of cars in front without hesitation, swinging his fist, which was truly the size of a sand pot, and smashed it down.

"Bang—"

The massive fist landed solidly on the face of the fully armed soldier.

The soldier didn't react at all, but his eyes lost focus, and he slid down against the car door.

Following closely were the second and third.

Five fully armed soldiers fell silently within seconds.

Everyone was shocked.

A team leader shouted at Han Jingyang: "Don't mess around!"

At this moment, Bai Sixing walked out from the crowd and waved his hand: "What are you doing? It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. The culprit is in the room. They are the folk experts invited by Section Chief Zhang from Quancheng and me to help."

As he spoke, he walked up to Han Jingyang: "Little Han, please show some mercy. They are performing official duties, and sometimes it's inevitable that they might be a bit impersonal. They have no malicious intent, and certainly no intention of harming you or your friends."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I can guarantee it."

"Then I'm taking these people with me."

"That's fine, as long as it's within the country. We will investigate whether there is any criminal behavior. If there is no criminal behavior, then naturally everyone will be happy. However, if they have done bad things, then I'm sorry."

"Suit yourself. Either way, I'm taking these people now."

"Go ahead. Once this matter is settled, we'll meet up again, and we'll definitely have a good drink then."

After saying this, Bai Sixing waved to the people behind him.

The tight formation of cars opened up a path.

Han Jingyang and his group left directly and went to Chaotian Temple to get their car.

The distance was not far.

Just as they reached the car, a dull thud suddenly came from the direction of the culprit's courtyard, followed by a bright burst of light, then a deafening explosion and a strong shockwave.

Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya immediately stood in front of Han Jingyang.

Fortunately, the shockwave wasn't strong; they could only feel the impact of the airflow, and no one was injured because of it.

After the shockwave passed, Han Jingyang looked at the three men and two women beside him and said to Shi Xiaoya: "You make the arrangements."

Shi Xiaoya was a bit worried: "Boss, you..."

"I am very safe. You, on the other hand, need to be careful. I always feel that something is off, but I just can't say exactly what is wrong."

"Alright Boss, I'll come back after I've arranged for them."

"Mm."

Shi Xiaoya drove away.

Han Jingyang led Liu Jing back to the scene.

The scene was chaotic. The culprit was quickly brought out, but he was no longer breathing.

The old man died very decisively.

Clearly, he had the intention to die for a long time.

However, Han Jingyang didn't feel any sympathy at all.

A crime is a crime.

Even if those victims had done things that wronged the old man, the old man shouldn't have used such cruel means to retaliate.

This had already crossed the bottom line of being human.

Killing for revenge is one thing, but torture-killing and creating panic—he deserves to be shot a hundred times over.

Furthermore, Han Jingyang didn't think all the victims had a grudge against the old man.

If they were all truly enemies, they definitely wouldn't have escaped official investigation. There wouldn't even be a need for advanced technical means; checking the victims' social networks would have been enough to follow the clues and find the old man.

Moreover, this series of cases clearly looked like the work of someone in metaphysics.

And the old man was a Yin-Yang Master.

In such a situation, even if the old man had the slightest suspicion, he wouldn't have escaped official pursuit.

Therefore, in all likelihood, the old man was not a good person.

He deserved to die.

Of course, Han Jingyang's Qi Observation also served as corroboration. The aura on the old man was very mixed and chaotic, with blood-red Qi, and even more grey-black Qi similar to resentment; it was obvious he was not a good person.

By the time the villagers arrived upon hearing the noise, the scene became even more chaotic.

But there was nothing left to see.

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing left quietly and headed straight back to Quancheng.

Upon entering the city, Han Jingyang turned his head and asked Liu Jing beside him: "Are you going home? Or..."

"Boss, I'm not going back. I want to protect you."

"Alright then, let's go to the hotel."

"Huh?"

"Where else would we sleep?"

"At the shop."

"There's only one bed in the shop."

"It's fine, I'll sleep on the chair."

That works too.

Han Jingyang didn't object.

After Jiguang Zhai was renovated, the environment was incredibly comfortable.

Just for items that added the "comfort" attribute, he had arranged twelve of them.

Other items like "peaceful," "Mind-Clearing," "warm," and "natural" were also numerous.

In any case, the small Jiguang Zhai had been turned into a small paradise in the bustling city under his hands. As soon as you stepped inside, you could feel that unique sensation. On a hot day, even without air conditioning, you didn't feel hot; it was as comfortable as it could be.

After the adjustments, he had arranged a slightly larger bed, renovated the bathroom, and added a reception room. In any case, after it was done, it was like a small home.

As for the chair that Liu Jing wanted to sleep on, it had become Liu Jing's exclusive item. Except for Han Jingyang, no one else was allowed to touch it, especially Shi Xiaoya.

Yes, it was that Daoguang-era yellow rosewood recliner, which added comfort and also had a "Muscle Stretching and Bone Aligning" skill.

The fact that Liu Jing's combat power could improve so quickly was largely due to that chair.

Back to Jiguang Zhai.

After taking turns washing up simply in the small bathroom, the two lay down to catch up on sleep.

However, watching the sky get brighter, Han Jingyang lost his sleepiness.

After thinking for a moment, he simply sat up, took out the notebook the old man had given him, and started reading.

The first sentence read: "My name is Huang Jianyong."

He originally just wanted to pass the time and incidentally see the old man's treasure location, but he ended up becoming engrossed in it.

From a little past 5 AM, he read until 12:30 PM before Han Jingyang reluctantly closed the notebook.

He sighed with emotion.

The old man's writing style was actually quite good.

It could be published as a physical book.

Although the word count wasn't high, the plot was very exciting.

Written entirely in the first person, about 100,000 words, it wrote out all the exciting stories from the time he could remember up to the divination until he was about to die. Not only were there stories of learning his craft from his father, but also the storms and grievances of the pugilistic world, and even the daily life of rural living decades ago.

It was very exciting.

As for the matter of killing, in the old man's words, it was caused by money.

Poor, had to support a family, what to do without money?

Find a way to make money.

Whoever blocked his path to wealth, he killed.

The first time he killed someone was actually to secure a job helping someone choose a Yin dwelling for 200 yuan.

He certainly deserved to die.

As for the treasure...

When Han Jingyang saw the treasure location written at the end, he couldn't help but let out a smile.

The old man was quite interesting.

And had guts.

To think he would hide the treasures he had collected for years in such a place.

That place had people coming and going, yet ordinary people really wouldn't think of it.

Perhaps, this is what is often said: the more dangerous the place, the safer it is?

Hopefully, Bai Sixing and those people like Zhang Zhiyang won't discover that treasure by accident.