As soon as the car passed the gate of the Daoist Temple, I glimpsed a slender shadow in my peripheral vision.
The dark hair cascading over the shoulders was extremely smooth, blending the simplicity and elegance with tranquility.
The white garment made her appear even more refined, as if she was untainted by the worldly affairs.
Isn't that the female Daoist, Si Yan?
Suddenly, my mind became slightly slow, and by the time I gathered my senses, the figure of the female Daoist had already vanished.
The car was then driving down the mountain road.
The manager Yang was obviously unaware of the figure of the female Daoist, and he was driving very attentively.
We soon descended the mountain.
At this point, the road was bustling with vehicles.
Manager Yang asked if I had any other places to go?
I shook my head and said, "Now, I'm going nowhere. I'm just waiting for Han Zhu Zi to send someone to find us."
Manager Yang seemed to be deep in thought, and continued to drive forward.
In the end, we returned to Yang's residence.
As the car came to a stop, from the other end of the road, Old Zhu led the disoriented Yang Guijin, walking slowly.
While we were out, he had just taken Yang Guijin for a walk around the bend.
However, when we got out of the car, Old Zhu was acting weird, staring at me and Manager Yang.
"Why did you come back again?"
Finally, Old Zhu spoke the first word, and the impatience in his eyes was very strong.
"Ghost Sheep, you don't know that the head doesn't like people from the Luo family. He has been quiet for ten years. Why did you have to bring Luo Xianshen to flaunt in front of him? Are you trying to make him have another fit?"
"Staying for one or two days, you've already had enough time to avoid the trouble."
"Living here every day and treating it like your home?"
Old Zhu's face was tense, and he shoved Yang Guijin into the courtyard in a few quick movements, still staring coldly at us.
Yang Guijin tilted his head, didn't go far away, and just grinned.
Manager Yang clearly showed a hint of embarrassment.
"Old Zhu, what kind of words are those?"
"Brother Luo Muye was the closest brother to the big brother, even closer than I am as his younger brother." Manager Yang spoke with a serious expression.
Old Zhu narrowed his eyes, and didn't say anything for a while.
I slightly furrowed my brow, deep in thought.
Yang Guijin has such a close relationship with my father? Such good friends, they are inseparable?
"Xian Shen nephew, you first rest. I'll explain things well with Old Zhu later, and you don't need to worry about it either. He has always been like this." Manager Yang made another gesture of invitation, indicating me to enter the courtyard.
I said no more, following Manager Yang.
Old Zhu still stood at the door, motionless.
About 1.6 meters tall, which can be said to be very short, with the top of his head just reaching my shoulder.
But Old Zhu stood very firmly.
Not only did he stand firmly, his face gradually turned cold.
"What does it mean, Old Zhu?" Manager Yang's tone gradually became difficult to listen to.
"I can't argue with you, but people from the Luo family are not allowed into this mansion."
"If you really have to enter, you can only force your way through me. You're not my match, so it's up to Luo Xianshen whether he has the ability to do so!" Old Zhu's patience had turned into coldness.
"You..."
Manager Yang gave a stifled snort, his face filled with anger.
He reached out to push open the door, but...
Old Zhu grabbed his hand and twisted it, Manager Yang made another stifled snort and was pinned down by Old Zhu.
Then, Old Zhu pushed him forcefully, and Manager Yang flew forward.
"Should you leave on your own, or do I have to kick you out?" Old Zhu asked me calmly, without a trace of red in his face or gasp in his breath.
The frown I had formed on my forehead gradually eased.
My gaze lingered slightly on Yang Guijin, and then I turned back towards Manager Yang.
Manager Yang finally stumbled to his feet, with his face turning beet red.
"Old Zhu! You!"
Manager Yang and I shook our heads and then said, "Wait here, or wait somewhere else; it makes no difference. There's no need to create any unpleasantness."
In fact, Han Zhu Zi doesn't know that we are staying here. If he needs to notify the action, he would definitely contact Manager Yang.
Manager Yang still looked sulky and seemed to want to argue with Old Zhu.
Then, there was a resounding thud as the courtyard gate closed.
The cold face of Old Zhu was blocked from view by the gate.
Manager Yang stamped his feet, and the bitterness on his face became more and more.
"This Old Zhu, I thought after all these years, his temperament had calmed down a bit, but I didn't expect... He's still as stubborn as ever."
"Xian Shen nephew... don't blame him. This matter, oh, it's hard to explain."
Manager Yang thought for a moment and gestured for me to go to the street corner where there was a hotel.
I shook my head, saying it was fine, and followed Manager Yang out.
Manager Yang looked at me several times, making sure I was truly okay before relaxing his attitude.
"To be honest, back then, your father Luo Muye and my brother Yang Guijin were indeed close friends."
"The guard officials were able to dispatch so many people for the operation with him, money was part of the reason, but more so because my brother Yang Guijin was then in charge of the guard officials."
I didn't ask anything, but Manager Yang started talking on his own.
This also piqued my interest.
After all, the information provided by the guard officials did not include any details about these interpersonal relations of my parents.
"They have worked together many times. Luo Muye only gave the guard officials the body, while other items were left with the guard officials. Therefore, the guard officials have obtained quite a lot of valuable things."
"Other items?" I raised my eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, you don't know yet, nephew Xian Shen. Your father never dug up the graves of ordinary people. By ordinary people, I mean even those who are wealthy and have titles such as kings and marquesses."
"He only dug up the graves of scholars, or Daoists, and at least those with some reputation in the lower class."
Manager Yang's breathing became slightly heavier.
At this moment, the sunlight is bright, but I suddenly feel a chill!
The graves of the lower class are fine...
Scholars, Daoists?
My father actually dug such graves!?
At this moment, Manager Yang cautiously looked around and said more carefully, "There are some things that can't be said here. Let's just stay here first."
His gaze fell on a hotel across the street.
My breathing became slightly more urgent, nodded and said it was fine.
We booked a room and checked in without further ado.
After entering the hotel room, Manager Yang carefully locked the door and then took out a talisman and directly placed it on the door.
The talisman was also complex, Manager Yang felt some pain but was also much more relaxed.
"Sigh." Manager Yang sighed again, his face full of bitter smiles.
We sat down on the sofa by the window, and Manager Yang then continued with the previous topic.
However, he said with particular emphasis, "Everything you heard today, you must keep to yourself. Only I and the big boss know about it in the entire guard officials."
"The big boss actually turned a blind eye, knowing but pretending not to know. After all, this is of great benefit to the guard officials."
"The boss is actually turning a blind eye, because it's too beneficial and important to the guard officials. After all, he knows that I know everything because my brother told me everything before his last action."
"After that, I was able to take over as the manager of the guard officials. Otherwise, besides being a bit flexible-minded, I didn't have enough strength."
"And the boss has been protecting me because of these things."
"The graves of the Daoists who unearthed the corpse of Yang Shen are the people they hate most from the family of Yaxing. Your father, Luo Muye, is precisely the family they hate."
"Of course, they are not aware of this secret, otherwise, nephew Xian Shen, you wouldn't have survived to now."
"And the guard officials wouldn't have lasted this long."
Manager Yang wiped the sweat on his forehead.
"So, the talisman you used is not bought?" I asked Manager Yang.
Manager Yang hesitated and said, "Given by my brother. I've been very careful with it over the years. A lot of things that brother brought back stayed with the guard officials, sealed up by the boss. Most of them are ritual tools and talismans. The boss would secretly sell some of them from time to time, but he also kept some for his own use."
I nodded, still deep in thought.
Manager Yang paused and then continued, "This matter is also related to another person."
"Who?" I asked with a slight squint.
"Yin-Yang Master, Qin Waizi!" Manager Yang spoke each word clearly.
My heart pounded fiercely, like a drum being beaten.
"Before I could open my mouth, Manager Yang continued:"
"Luoyu Nai's actions for the most part were ordered by Qin Waizi. He calculates the time and direction, when to depart, when to return, all according to what he says."
"Basically, there haven't been too many risks encountered."
Manager Yang's tone became even more careful. His face grew increasingly complex, and he shook his head to say, "But my brother said that the last action, Luo Muye did not listen to Qin Waizi's advice. In fact, this matter was not ordered by Qin Waizi, but by a big shot in the Underworld World."
"The specific conditions given by the big shot to Luo Muye, my brother doesn't know. He only knows that Luo Muye had a long talk with Qin Waizi for one night, though Qin Waizi still pointed out the time and direction. But that day, there was still an accident."
"What kind of accident?" My tone became urgent as I asked Manager Yang.
"Qin Waizi was involved in an accident and remained unconscious."
