"Slow!" Cha Wenbin stopped Super Junior, he looked up at this strangely dressed person, not only his hat, but also his clothes were strange, they were worn inside out, not on the front side. The style of this garment was also very strange, it was a kind of men's long shirt.

  He had a faded blue denim backpack slung over his shoulder, which didn't match his current attire at all. This kind of backpack was often used by many people when they went out to work or study.

  At this time when the sun sets, and under the city wall, even the color of clothes can't be seen very clearly, it's like black, also like deep purple. The patterns on the clothes seem to have spots as big as a small bowl, and when you smell carefully on this person's body, there is a scent of mud.

  What kind of person would wear this type of clothing in this season?

  Cha Wenbin looked him up and down before asking: "Friend, what do you want to calculate? Your wealth or your official career?"

  That person still kept his voice very low and said: "I want to test a word, I don't know if you can help me calculate it."

  "Alright!" Zhang Wenbin turned over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, personally grinding the ink for that person, and made a please gesture.

  He picked up the brush and wrote a character on the paper, then handed it to Cha Wenbin, saying: "I have a friend who went to a distant place and has not had any news for a long time. I'd like to ask you, sir, if he is still safe?"

  Zha Wenbin took over the paper and took a look, but saw that on the paper was written a big "Wang" character.

  "Is your friend a man or a woman?" Zhang Wenbin was probably already guessing the other person's background, but it wasn't convenient to say so clearly, and he asked another question.

  "The man, having left for some time now, the people at home are worried about his safety. Sir, just speak plainly, if you think the money is not enough, I can add more." After saying that, the man was about to reach into his pocket again to grab something, but was stopped by Cha Wenbin who said:

  "No need, I won't use this money, I'll think of a way to send it to your friend later."

  Zha Wenbin held the paper with one hand, and his other slightly bent fingers lightly tapped on the table. Chaozi immediately gave a signal to Zhuo Xiong, and the two quickly moved to either side of the man. Dashan stood beside Zha Wenbin, ready to subdue him at any moment if he made even the slightest move!

  "A friend tested this character for me, and I'm afraid it has a lot of meanings?" Cha Wenbin looked up at the person, but he didn't show any special expression, still the same as before.

  "Excuse my straightforwardness, but since you asked about this character, I'm going to take a guess that the person is surnamed Wang. The character 'Wang' originally has a good meaning, implying an emperor or king, with the whole world submitting to him. However, not everyone can bear this name; only a true dragon son of heaven, a supreme ruler, can truly be called 'Wang'. If you use it to ask about safety and danger, I'll tell you that it's homophonous with another character 'Wang' (meaning 'to perish'). This 'Wang' character has a 'one' on top and soil below - what does this mean? Isn't this a grave? The 'one' on top is like a lid. Looking again, the original 'Wang' character was similar to the 'Zhu' character but with one less stroke; now the dot above is gone, meaning the head is gone. Your friend's injury is probably at the neck, and he has already been buried."

  That man's faint smile made people feel a bit cold, his body leaned forward slightly, and his hand also reached into the cowboy bag hanging on his chest. Dashan immediately pushed his body forward, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong also leaned forward respectively, these four people had already wrapped him up tightly.

  The man slowly pulled out his hand from the bag, but found that he had an extra thing in his hand, a round object. He gently placed the object on Zha Wenbin's desk and then retreated back to say: "If sir can tell me where he is buried now, this thing will be the reward."

  Zha Wenbin suddenly stood up, he could no longer hold it in. Although the sun had set, this place, Fengdu, was most lively at night. People who liked horror loved the darkness of the night, and only in such an environment could they test their courage and seek out that kind of fear. So, there were more tourists at this time than during the day, and many people in the crowd saw the strange scene under the city wall, casting curious glances.

  Cha Wenbin's body also slightly leaned forward and said fiercely: "Who are you after all!"

  "Who am I? Does it matter?" The man's tone remained unchanged, still very low.

  For the first time, Cha Wenbin felt a sense of utter helplessness: "There's no need to beat around the bush like this. Whether or not you wrote that letter, since I'm here now, you can just tell me your purpose."

  "Tomorrow night at midnight, there is an old Taoist temple on the back mountain of Pingdu Mountain. I hope you can appear there on time." After finishing speaking, that person was about to leave, but without getting Cha Wenbin's permission, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong would not let him go. However, that person's body retreated directly backwards, and Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong were no ordinary people - they had both fought in the midst of death and drunk tea in front of the King of Hell's temple, their skills on the streets were top-notch. The two only felt a pain in their ribs, and that person had already floated out of the encircled area, he broke through like this!

  Just as the two of them were about to turn back and stop him, the man said again: "One last question, sir, did my friend go to Kunlun?"

  Cha Wenbin also saw the danger in this man, fearing that another conflict would get out of control. He made a gesture to let Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong go, continuing: "The friend asked me to identify this character as 'Wang'. Wang is the true dragon, under the heavens, only Kunlun Mountain is the ancestor of the dragon's pulse. Your friend is indeed there."

  That man bowed to Zhang Wenbin again and said, "Thank you, sir, for your guidance. I'm not disappointed that my friend is buried in the Kunlun Mountains. He'll probably have a good life next time around. Since that's the case, I won't disturb your business anymore. Goodbye."

  As the man walked away, Chaozi wanted to follow him, but was stopped by Zha Wenbin: "Don't take risks, since we've already set a time and place, we'll know everything tonight." Soon, the man disappeared into the bustling crowd on the street, without a trace.

  On Zha Wenbin's desk, there was a round object. Everyone recognized it at once - it was the Sun Wheel that had been plucked from Mount Cangyan and later sank into the Kunlun Jade Pool with the stone statue!

  This thing, since they woke up, has disappeared without a trace. Cha Wenbin started to think that it was Old Wang and the others who took it away, but he didn't expect it to reappear in front of him again today, holding this familiar thing, his heart became a tangled mess.

  "Could it be Old Knife's people?" Chao Zi said, at the time they went together with them, but later disappeared from that group of people, in addition to Old Wang, there was also a more powerful team, Old Knife! And what was left for them was also written under Old Knife's name.

  Cha Wenbin didn't know either, the memories of that period seemed to have completely disappeared, no matter how he thought about it, there was not a single clue. Since this matter was related to Old Wang, then he would go through Kunlun again, Cha Wenbin was willing to take this risk, nobody wanted to live in uncertainty, and people around him kept reminding him that the past was right here.

  After packing up the stall, a few people returned to the inn and casually ordered some food and wine. Except for Dashan, everyone else's appetite was not good, and they just roughly filled their stomachs.

  Looking at the people in this Fengdu Ghost City who were running wildly because of being scared, and listening to their frantic screams, Cha Wenbin couldn't help but smile wryly: "If you want to see ghosts, why bother coming to this city? Just go to a chaotic burial ground and that's it. These people really have nothing better to do."

  "By the way, Wenbin, what's the story with that guy today? He seemed to be beyond our control, and I think his skills are even better than ours!"

  "What's his background? I don't know, but I feel like this guy just crawled out of the mud. His clothes are a dead man's burial suit worn inside out, and although he smells like death, he's actually a real living person. The flames on his body are very high, higher than all of yours. Generally, dirty things can't get close to him. There are only two possibilities for this kind of person: either he's also a cultivator, or he's got blood on his hands from killing many people. But looking at the characters he wrote, it seems like the second possibility is more likely, full of murderous aura!" Cha Wenbin looked up at Chaozi and said, "That's why I told you not to follow him."

  The Ghost City of Fengdu, adjacent to the famous Taoist mountain, had everything that Zhang Wenbin needed. However, two soldiers, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong, felt uneasy without their gear, thinking it meant they were unprepared. The next day, they strolled around the market and finally found a few decent steel-tipped daggers, but they looked more like the pig-killing knives used in rural areas. At this point, they had no choice but to settle for what they could find, considering anything usable was good enough.

  Everything is ready, just waiting for the time to come, and then go up the mountain. At noon, Cha Wenbin asked the shopkeeper about the back mountain of Pingdu Mountain, but the shopkeeper mysteriously said: "I advise you not to go there."

  "Why?"

  "Because, you know, that place is haunted and scary, so even though there are many tourists here, the back mountain of Pingdu Mountain has always been closed to outsiders. I advise you not to go, lest you get into trouble."

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