182: Chapter 182 Wild Boar Tusk Necklace

"Oh my, you've bitten until it's bleeding. Sister, you're not doing well at all; you have zero technique and still need to learn. How about I, your little sister, teach you?"

Liu Jing raised her eyebrows in annoyance, sat up, wiped her mouth, and gave a light huff: "Mind your own business. Where are the items?"

"Acting like the lady of the house already?" Shi Xiaoya teased, handing the large box tucked under her arm to Han Jingyang: "Boss, Huang Pengfei asked me to pass this to you, saying it was instructed by their father."

Huang Pengfei is Huang Jianyong's eldest son. In Huang Jianyong's autobiography, he greatly disliked this eldest son, who was mediocre in talent and dull-witted, preferring his clever younger son, Huang Pengqi.

Unexpectedly, he entrusted his final affairs to this dull-witted eldest son.

Han Jingyang took the box and opened it immediately; it was indeed a few dharma instruments.

There weren't many, just three.

A boar tusk necklace, crafted very crudely. It was just a single boar tusk and a bright yellow silk thread. There was only a small hole for the thread in the tusk, and no other craftsmanship besides that—it was as primitive as can be.

A peach wood item shaped like a compass, yet it wasn't a compass. Inside, there was only a single needle. The face had no characters or patterns; it was simply a flat, shallow pit carved into a piece of peach wood, with a rotatable needle installed.

A pitch-black eight-sided seal, carved from jet. As for the characters carved on it, they were illegible.

However, one touch was enough to identify them.

Old Huang is a decent guy.

Although he isn't a good person, he is generous—generous compared to even Zhang Zhiyang or Bai Sixing.

Zhang Zhiyang is always stingy, giving things one by one.

That old man Bai Sixing simply vanished, acting like he intended to renege on the debt.

In contrast, the villainous Huang Jianyong was much more generous, sending him so many good items in one go, and even leaving him a treasure to uncover.

Han Jingyang didn't rush to identify them; he first asked Shi Xiaoya about the trip, including the arrangements for Huang Jianyong's family.

After clarifying, he nodded: "Alright, you've been busy for several days, go get some sleep. If you don't want to go home, you can sleep in the shop; the sofa and recliner are available. I'm going to catch some sleep too."

After saying this, he went into the back room on his own.

He left the main hall to Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya. There was a sofa and a recliner in the living room; who slept where was a matter between the two of them.

There would likely be a battle of wits.

As long as nothing went wrong, it didn't matter.

He closed the door.

Han Jingyang proceeded to identify them.

"Name: Boar Tusk Necklace."

"Grade: 6th Grade."

"Attribute: Defense +5."

"Skill: Swift Charge."

"Name: Republic-era Peach Wood compass."

"Grade: 5th Grade."

"Attribute: Tracking +7."

"Skill: Telepathy."

"Name: Qing Jiaqing Jet-Carved Eight-Sided Seal."

"Grade: 4th Grade."

"Attribute: Eagerness to Learn +13."

"Skill: None."

Damn!

These are all great items!

They look unremarkable, but their attributes are better than the last.

They are all very practical.

The Boar Tusk Necklace goes without saying; Defense +5 and it comes with a combat skill.

The peach wood compass is even more practical, much better than the copper token he used before. It not only adds more attributes but also comes with a skill, and it sounds like a very powerful one at that.

Anyway, having skills is awesome, because the skills of these items are one more unreasonable than the next.

The jet-carved eight-sided seal doesn't have a skill, but it has a high grade, good attributes, and plenty of attribute points.

Eagerness to Learn +13.

Isn't this tailor-made for my precious sister?

If I have my sister carry this around, she'll be able to study until 2:30 AM every day without me even urging her.

Then I'll let my sister experience the agony of choosing between Peking University and Tsinghua University.

I can mention it to Sister Yuan later and ask her to add some appropriate burden to my sister.

Yeah, that's decided.

Han Jingyang slept until broad daylight.

He got up and washed up leisurely, but this time it was Shi Xiaoya who handed him the towel and squeezed the toothpaste.

The three of them had lunch together to celebrate a little; after all, it served as a conclusion to their ordeal in Dongpo Village.

The matter in Dongpo Village had come to an end, and he could focus on other things.

In the afternoon, the three of them went to look at houses.

In the evening, they had a barbecue together.

Just as the skewers were served, before Han Jingyang had even tasted one, his phone rang again. It was Wang Zhiwei calling.

On the phone, Wang Zhiwei was very anxious: "Little brother, are you free? Do me a favor."

"Speak."

"My friend's child is missing. Do you have a way to help?"

"How old is the child?"

"Thirteen years old."

"What's the situation?"

"She went out to cram school in the morning, but by noon, we waited and waited, and she didn't return. I called the tutor, and they said the child didn't come to class in the morning. Then, checking the surveillance, we discovered the child was taken into a car by someone."

"Did you call the police?"

"Yes, we did. We checked the license plate, but it's a fake one."

"Are there any other clues?"

"No, the suspect was covered up completely. We just don't know why the child didn't resist and even voluntarily got into the car with the other person. It looked like they were acquaintances, but the child's family said they had never seen a person with that build, nor had they ever seen that car."

Han Jingyang nodded: "Is it your friend?"

"Yes, a good friend. And I guarantee this friend is absolutely not the kind surnamed Liu; this friend of mine is a genuinely good person."

"Is your friend willing to let me intervene?"

"Yes, as long as the child can be found, he will do anything."

"Alright, tell me the address. Not the home address, but the location where the child went missing."

"Okay, I'll send you the location."

Han Jingyang packed up the barbecue and got in the car.

Shi Xiaoya drove, and Liu Jing sat beside Han Jingyang, occasionally wiping his mouth or handing him water.

By the time they arrived, Han Jingyang had actually eaten until he was half full.

However, before getting out of the car, he still carefully wiped his mouth, rinsed, and adjusted his expression to make himself look serious.

In such an occasion, regardless of how capable he was, it wasn't appropriate to be too relaxed.

The necessary professional attitude could not be lacking.

The location was on the side of the road at the entrance of the residential complex, less than a hundred meters from the bus stop.

Wang Zhiwei and a haggard-looking middle-aged man walked up to meet them: "Little brother, this is the child's father, Yang Xin. The child's name is Yang Yujie..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "Let me see the situation first."

After speaking, he took out the copper token from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, activated the Tracking attribute, and looked up to observe.

Hmm?

Why is there nothing?

This isn't logical.

It worked very well in Dongpo Village a few days ago; it could even track the black aura created by Huang Jianyong. Now, it shouldn't have zero reaction when Tracking an ordinary person.

Or was it that too much time had passed, and the clues had disappeared?

That shouldn't be it.

When he used it a few days ago, the clues tracked weren't left behind by the target, but were an attribute effect. The item locked onto the target and then displayed the clues, like a pointer—it had nothing to do with whether there was residual information.

What is going on?

Seeing Han Jingyang's actions, Wang Zhiwei asked nervously: "Little brother, is it working?"