310: Chapter 310 The Death of Zhou Jinhua

Han Jingyang widened his eyes.

"One million?"

"Are you joking?"

"You dare to ask for one million for this thing?"

"Even a new one only costs a few bucks, twenty at most."

"Besides, this one is so old."

"If you took this to the antique market, let alone one million, no one would buy it even for a hundred, or even ten."

"One million?"

"This isn't just asking for the moon."

"This is pure nonsense."

Han Jingyang frowned. Just as he was about to refuse, he looked up and saw Li Yuhua's persistent expression, swallowing the words back.

Something wasn't right.

Li Yuhua's expression was extremely serious; it didn't look like he was just throwing out a random price.

Could it be... that Li Yuhua knew this porcelain statue was a dharma instrument?

That must be it.

Otherwise, even if he were mentally unstable, he wouldn't ask for such a high price.

One million was no small sum.

In the countryside, having one million meant you could immediately live a comfortable life.

You could build a two-story house, buy a nice car, and still have plenty left over.

However, Han Jingyang couldn't spend this money.

Yes, this porcelain statue was a dharma instrument, but until its specific attributes were identified, no one knew what they were. What if it turned out to be a seventh-grade item with no skills? Wouldn't he be at a loss?

Not only a loss, but a significant one.

A common item with poor attributes and no skills was only worth a few tens of thousands. Most were used for setting up formations or as throw-ins; they almost had no value on their own.

Therefore, before identifying the specific attributes, there was a risk of losing over nine hundred thousand.

No matter how greedy he was, he couldn't make such a deal.

A businessman might dare to take on dangerous trades, but he never makes a trade that loses money.

So, Han Jingyang shook his head: "Uncle, your asking price..."

Li Yuhua stared fixedly at Han Jingyang: "You understand, you understand. Jinhua said you would understand. She said you would definitely pay this price."

What the hell?

Jinhua?

Zhou Jinhua?

Wasn't she already dead?

Could it be...

Han Jingyang suddenly became nervous. His neck stiffened as he slowly looked down, carefully observing the Child-Sending Guanyin porcelain statue in his hands.

It did indeed feel a bit different.

If it really was as he thought, then it was worth a try.

It was only one million.

Consider it like opening a blind box.

A one-million-dollar blind box was quite exciting.

At worst, he'd lose over nine hundred thousand.

But if he won, it wouldn't just be one million, but several, or even dozens of millions. It would be equivalent to buying a small money tree for one million, creating a continuous stream of value.

Should he gamble?

Han Jingyang took a deep breath. Just as he was about to nod, a young man with a buzz cut, about thirty years old, ran over from a distance, scolding as he ran: "Coming here to embarrass yourself again? How many times have I told you not to run around with that piece of junk? You just won't listen. How many years has it been? Can't you let people have some peace? What? Do I have to watch you every single day?"

The buzz-cut man ran up to Han Jingyang and Li Yuhua, looked Han Jingyang up and down, then sized up Shi Xiaoya, his gaze lingering on her significantly longer.

It was a full few seconds before he moved his gaze back to Han Jingyang's face: "Kid, go back to where you came from. Stop wandering around the village, and especially stop trying to trick my old man, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Before he finished speaking, he reached for the Child-Sending Guanyin porcelain statue in Han Jingyang's hand.

Han Jingyang pulled his hand back, dodging, and asked in return: "Is this your item?"

"Of course."

"Is that so?"

"What? Isn't what's my dad's mine? When he dies, it's all mine."

Han Jingyang laughed.

He had seen plenty of unfilial sons, but this was the first time he had seen one so blatant.

To say such things right to his father's face.

Any other father might have slapped him right across the face.

But Li Yuhua just shrank his neck, completely afraid to speak.

This father was living more miserably than a grandson.

However, this matter had nothing to do with him.

He only wanted to find the killer as soon as possible.

And Zhou Jinhua was one of the very important parties involved, and also a victim.

As Zhou Jinhua's son, Li Yuhua might know some inside information, especially those few sentences he said earlier, which clearly pointed to something.

He couldn't let the buzz-cut man ruin this.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang pointed into the distance: "Get lost while I'm not angry. This has nothing to do with you."

The buzz-cut man was instantly enraged: "Damn you, who do you think you are to act so arrogant in front of me?"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Han Jingyang's collar.

"Snap—"

Shi Xiaoya's katana slapped lightning-fast onto the buzz-cut man's wrist bone.

The buzz-cut man immediately clutched his wrist and screamed, "Ouch," his expression one of extreme pain.

The katana's scabbard was made of hickory wood, which was very hard.

Hitting the wrist bone didn't cause heavy damage, but it was extremely painful.

After rubbing it for a long time, the buzz-cut man finally straightened up, pointing at Han Jingyang from afar: "You wait, damn it. If I don't fix you, my surname isn't Li!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

Han Jingyang didn't even glance at the buzz-cut man, instead pulling Li Yuhua to a secluded place: "Uncle, shall we talk?"

Li Yuhua looked back at the direction the buzz-cut man had left.

Han Jingyang smiled: "Uncle, don't worry, he can't make any waves. Just consider it me teaching this unfilial son a lesson for you. Now, shall we talk about this?"

He shook the Child-Sending Guanyin porcelain statue in his hand.

Li Yuhua raised a finger once again: "One million."

Han Jingyang smiled: "Uncle, this is the price Grandma Jinhua asked for, right?"

"Yes, yes. She said you understand this."

"Alright, since we're both in the know, let's skip the small tricks. Five hundred thousand, plus one condition."

"What condition?"

"Find the killer and avenge Grandma Jinhua."

Li Yuhua grabbed Han Jingyang's palm: "Do you keep your word?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "I, Han Jingyang, keep my word. But I need your cooperation."

"No problem."

"Alright, transfer the money first."

Han Jingyang transferred the money directly to Li Yuhua: "Uncle, you better watch this money carefully. Don't let your precious son squander it all; at least save some for your retirement."

Li Yuhua sighed: "Forget it, it's me who dragged him down. Just consider it compensation for him. Let him do whatever he wants. I have two acres of land, an old house, and the government's policies; I can survive regardless. But a young man can't be without money."

"You still can't give it all to him."

"Hmm, I'll have him pay the down payment for a house, buy a car, and he can do whatever he wants with the rest."

Once the money arrived, Han Jingyang immediately asked: "Uncle, can you tell me now? How much do you know about the killer?"

"A man, probably over sixty now. Twenty-some years ago, he was still a young man."

"Any other clues?"

"No more. Oh right, the killer's ability is very eerie, similar to dream manipulation. He can kill people without showing his face, and doesn't even need mediums like hair, birth dates, or personal items."

"What about Doudou's biological mother?"

"I don't know. At first, I thought it was an accident, too, until I met the killer in a dream."

"In other words, you didn't know anything beforehand, and only realized Doudou's mother's death wasn't an accident when the killer was trying to silence her."

"Yes, but that matter looked like an accident in every way. Everything was normal except for the excessive blood loss."

"After all these years, you haven't found anything else?"

"No. It's very hard for me to maintain this state. Most of the time, I'm muddled. A while ago, I saw Doudou return and realized she had become the killer's target again, so, so I wanted to warn her, but... sigh, I'm almost gone. Fortunately, you came. As soon as I saw you, I knew I hadn't found the wrong person."

"Oh?"

"Xiao Wei is a reliable child, so his friends naturally wouldn't be bad. Besides, your strength is so great. Entrusting this matter to you, I can die willingly now."

The person speaking was Li Yuhua.

But the tone of voice was Zhou Jinhua's.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time the mother and son had collaborated; they didn't even need any rituals or props to complete the possession procedure.

Li Yuhua's expression, actions, and voice were all very normal, without the slightest sense of incongruity.

Li Yuhua paused, then pointed to the Child-Sending Guanyin porcelain statue in Han Jingyang's hand: "Let me tell you one more secret about him. It might be helpful to you, or at least it won't make your five hundred thousand go to waste."