88: Chapter 88: Fighting all evils

Xu Xin asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation?"

Han Jingyang recounted the situation as quickly as he could.

After listening, Xu Xin decisively agreed, "Leave it to me."

"Thank you."

"No need to be polite, we're helping each other out."

Time ticked by, second by second.

It wasn't until after three in the morning that Xu Xin called, "Little Han, the drone has been found, and I've arrived at Jiguang Zhai. Your little shop assistant is unconscious in the shop, but there are no wounds. It's suspected to be a sudden illness or..."

"Or what?"

"Like the methods of some mystic."

"A curse?" Han Jingyang blurted out.

Xu Xin nodded, "Yes, a curse."

Han Jingyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Old Xu, Liu Jing has the keys on her. Wait, let's open a video call, we'll talk over video."

"I almost forgot we could video call."

Opening the video, Han Jingyang first looked at Liu Jing. Seeing her appearing as if she were just in a deep sleep made him feel even more anxious.

Yet, suppressing his worry, he instructed Xu Xin to open the safe and take out his items.

Finally, after thinking it over, he also asked Xu Xin to bring out the Zhenwu Emperor from the shrine.

Whether it would be needed or not was one thing, but it had to be prepared.

In case any accident happened, he wouldn't be caught off guard.

Furthermore, he had to be vigilant from now on; he couldn't be as careless as he was today. Some equipment had to be kept with him at all times.

Finally, he asked Xu Xin to bring the unconscious Liu Jing along.

If Liu Jing had truly encountered an attack like a curse, then in Quancheng, only he could save her.

Half an hour later.

Xu Xin arrived at the perimeter of the villa, bringing the unconscious Liu Jing and a girl in her early twenties who piloted the drone.

The young woman operated the drone, taking off and rising in place. After reaching a height of about ten meters, it flew straight toward the villa and landed steadily on the balcony.

Han Jingyang took down the package and immediately picked up the compass.

As the compass entered his hand.

The scene before his eyes changed immediately; a thick "fog layer" with a diameter of over twenty meters appeared around the villa.

This fog layer was grayish-black, thick and dense. Standing on the balcony and looking down, it felt as if he were above the clouds.

But this was not the top of the clouds.

It was only ten feet off the ground.

Moreover, this was no ordinary thick fog.

It was evil energy.

Surrounding the villa like a giant donut, with a diameter of over twenty meters and a height of three or four meters, it couldn't have formed naturally.

It must have been man-made.

But was it necessary to treat Tongtong, a weak girl, like this?

If they really wanted to deal with Tongtong, any random thug would suffice.

Unless the other party's goal was just to trap Tongtong here.

But what was the point of trapping Tongtong here?

It couldn't just be a prank, could it?

Could it be that this woman named Tongtong had some special identity?

Han Jingyang glanced at Tongtong, then stood up and placed the Zhenwu statue, the guanyin statue, the bagua mirror, and the tianpeng ruler on several energy points of the villa respectively.

Once these items were in place, the villa's energy field expanded significantly within a few breaths, instantly pushing back the grayish-black aura on the outside.

Afterward, with the compass in his left hand and a bronze sword in his right, he tied the sanqing bell to his waist, strode downstairs, and dived straight into the grayish-black "thick fog."

Everywhere he went, the grayish-black evil energy dissipated into smoke.

The sanqing bell.

Grade 6.

Evil-Warding +5.

Warding Off a Hundred Evils.

The attributes and skills were perfectly suited to the situation.

He didn't even need to use the skill; spending a little time would be enough to disperse and annihilate this dense evil energy.

But he didn't want to waste time.

Instead, he observed the compass while watching the trajectory of the churning and rushing evil energy, heading straight for the source.

No energy appears out of thin air; there is always an origin and a path. The phrase "origin and path" is a standard term in feng shui.

Any energy that appears to come out of nowhere must have something it is attached to.

Even duckweed has roots, let alone such dense evil energy.

Sure enough.

In less than a minute, he found the object that these evil energies were attached to.

A golden bottle.

Its shape was similar to a celestial sphere vase, with layered, intricate, and beautiful patterns engraved on the surface using intaglio lines.

It couldn't be made of pure gold, could it?

Extravagant!

But now it was his.

Han Jingyang felt a hint of excitement welling up inside, but he became even more cautious.

Learn from one's mistakes.

The more critical the moment, the more cautious one must be.

He absolutely could not fail at this moment.

Han Jingyang observed his surroundings every step of the way, watching both the environment and the reaction of the evil energy.

As he approached, the dense evil energy churned even more violently, as if a pot were boiling over, or as if an evil dragon were about to be born; it looked extremely dangerous.

And in reality, it was extremely dangerous.

Originally, with so many items in hand, this evil energy couldn't even get close to his body, dissipating within half a meter around him.

But now, it was faintly closing in within a twenty-centimeter range.

The sanqing bell tied to his waist also rang without wind, "ding ding," and the ringing became increasingly urgent.

Even though Han Jingyang was bold and had support, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He walked with increasing caution.

It took him a full three minutes to approach the celestial sphere vase that seemed to be made of pure gold.

He crouched down cautiously and reached out to grab the celestial sphere vase.

His bronze sword was also ready at all times; if there were any accidents, he would strike immediately.

This bronze sword was no toy.

Not only did it have skills, but it was also quite sharp itself.

Its hardness might be a bit lacking, but it would definitely be fine for stabbing someone.

Closer.

Even closer.

When Han Jingyang's left hand almost touched the golden celestial sphere vase, a burst of black energy suddenly erupted from inside the bottle, rapidly condensing into the shape of a baring-fanged, claw-waving evil ghost, pouncing down on Han Jingyang's head!

Damn!

Han Jingyang didn't even think; he swung his sword down!

But the sword slashed through empty air.

Just as he was in despair, the sanqing bell rang silently again, emitting a sharp clanging sound. A beam of blue light flashed from the sanqing bell, condensing into a token over half a meter long. The back was engraved with complex talismans, and the front bore the four characters "Warding Off a Hundred Evils."

The next second, the blue token hovering in mid-air smashed down on his head.

It smashed onto the head of the black evil ghost.

There was no sound at all.

Yet the black evil ghost had its head blown off, like a blob of ink exploding in clear water, quickly turning into clusters of black energy and gradually diffusing into the surroundings, losing its previous ferocious appearance.

This scene was actually somewhat beautiful, like ink bleeding in a watercolor painting.

Truly beautiful.

Pity, another skill used up.

Later, he would have to make Tongtong, the big client, pay a bit more.

Saving her life, charging her ten million wouldn't be too much, would it?

It was just that he hadn't expected the skill of the sanqing bell to be this powerful.

And it was very domineering.

It actually condensed into a token and attacked the target in the form of a token.

It was a pity it couldn't be used for a short time; he could only pray to encounter a second item with the same skill soon.

Of course, other items with similar functions would also be good. The more samples, the more it would help him research this Appraisal Technique and this world.

Han Jingyang's mind raced, but it didn't delay his hand movements; he grabbed the golden celestial sphere vase.

It had a good weight to it.

Was it really made of pure gold?

Made a profit.

At the same time, a notification sound appeared: "Ding: Appraisal-eligible item discovered. Appraise?"

"Yes/No."