Chapter 3894 The Magic on the Wall

No matter what it is, it can definitely be sold for money, so we naturally won't be polite to them. Anyway, the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult won't need it anymore. I took out the Dragon-Tiger Mirror and shone it on the three boxes of things. In the blink of an eye, they were all sucked in, giving the slovenly Taoist no chance to make a move.

I estimated that the box of burial goods stolen from the tomb could fetch at least tens of millions, and the box of gold was also worth tens of millions. The least valuable items were the ancient books, which I was too lazy to even look at. They were really useless, so I let Uncle Beard take them to use as firewood for cooking.

We accepted these things, but we were still a little unwilling. We lost a lot this time. Senior Zhang Qing'an almost lost his life. If everyone didn't get two or three small goals, I would feel like we lost too much. This was bought with Comrade Zhang Qing'an's life.

After looting some things from here, we thoroughly searched every corner of the cave. The slovenly Taoist priest almost chased the rats out of their holes to check if they had hidden anything.

Finally, finding nothing of greater value, we had no choice but to give up and return to the cave to rejoin the two men in white Zhongshan suits. When we arrived, we saw them huddled together, whispering to each other, their expressions quite serious.

They seemed to have mentioned something about the Blood Spirit Ancestor... But when they saw us return, the two men in white Zhongshan suits stopped chatting.

Old Dong then asked me with a smile, "Section Chief Wu, have you found anything? Have you found any remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult?" "No, they ran too fast... I didn't find a single one." I chuckled.

"Is there any profit in it?" Old Wang asked with a smile.

I certainly couldn't admit it, so I just pretended to be clueless: "What kind of profit could there be in this godforsaken place? You can't find a single hair." I waved my hand and said with a smile.

At the same time, I became even more certain of one thing: Elder Dong and Elder Wang were definitely Tang Shangning's people.

These two old men tacitly allowed us to take advantage of the situation and make some money to spend.

"Alright, we've searched everything we needed to, and things here are pretty much settled. Let's hurry back; don't you still have an injured person you need to get off the plane urgently?" Old Dong said with a smile. We all nodded; we really needed to leave as soon as possible. Getting Old Master Zhang Qing'an treated quickly would greatly increase his chances of survival.

On the way back, when we passed by that magic circle, we also gathered up the corpses of those who had been killed by the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult and put them all together in one place.

There were too many dead and injured, and we couldn't move them all. It was impossible for each of us to carry a corpse back, especially since the corpses were not quite intact.

Therefore, Liu Songtao had to notify people outside to come and take the bodies away.

On the way back, everyone was exhausted. They had been full of energy while searching for the treasures hidden by the remnants of the Blood Spirit Cult, but after finding them and discovering there wasn't much of value, they all became dejected and listless. Little Fatty, in particular, had been beaten bloody by the Blood Spirit Mother, his body covered in rings of wounds. If it weren't for his protective qi and thick skin, he would have been dead long ago.

At this moment, I noticed that Old Master Dong and Old Master Wang were talking quietly about something. I couldn't help but go over and whisper, "Gentlemen, there are no outsiders here, just the three of us. I have a question for you. What exactly are the words on the wall behind that corpse tower? You must know something about them, right?"

"Why are you asking so many questions, kid? Just leave this matter alone." Old Dong waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to discuss the matter further.

"You covered up the words on that stone wall so quickly, were you worried that someone would see something?" I smiled.

"You brat, you're already scary enough with your wicked methods. What, do you want to learn some of the Blood Spirit Sect's cultivation techniques?" Old Wang's face showed some displeasure.

I nodded and said no more. They were indirectly telling me that the things on the wall were records of a certain cultivation method of the Blood Spirit. As for what kind of method it was, that was hard to say.

Thankfully, I was quick to take a picture with my phone. I'll ask Eighth Master when I get back; he'll definitely know. It's just that Yuan Xiaomei damaged a lot of the writing on the cliff face, so I don't know if Eighth Master can figure out what it means.

We drove back, feeling drowsy and exhausted after a whole night of running around.

Several hours later, we finally emerged from the forest and came to a small path.

Then I saw a few cars parked at the intersection. Seeing these old vans again felt especially familiar. As soon as I got in, I lay down on the seat and fell asleep.

I activated demonic energy twice in one day and almost fell into demonic possession. It seems I should use demonic energy less often in the future.

If it weren't for the spirit of the patriarch summoned by that slovenly Taoist priest tricking me, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

We followed Liu Songtao all the way back to the special investigation team compound in Zhangjiakou. By then, it was already broad daylight. Without time to say much to Liu Songtao, we immediately booked flights back to Tiannan City, needing to get back to Red Leaf Valley as quickly as possible. If anything were to happen to Zhang Qing'an, we would feel guilty for the rest of our lives.

Comrade Lao Zhang is a good comrade. He always rushes ahead of us and always does the most dangerous work.

We don't hire him for the easy, low-paying jobs, but he's always there for the really demanding ones. To put it nicely, Old Zhang only takes on high-stakes jobs; to put it bluntly, he's just taking advantage of us. We slept for two or three hours on the plane. As soon as we landed, a local special investigation team met us and took us directly to the Xuejia Pharmacy.

Xue Xiaoqi saw that someone else was injured and was already numb. After placing Zhang Qing'an on Xue Xiaoqi's hospital bed, Xue Xiaoqi carefully checked his condition.

It is said that most of Zhang Qing'an's meridians were severed and his heart meridian was damaged. If he did not use life-sustaining pills, he would not even last ten minutes before he would die.

However, Xue Xiaoqi said there was no need to send it to the two old men of the Xue family; he could cure Zhang Qing'an himself. It has to be said, Old Zhang is incredibly lucky. It seems we should prepare more of these life-saving pills in the future; without them, Zhang Qing'an would definitely be dead.

Xue Xiaoqi waved his hand, telling us to hurry up and leave, as he was about to begin treating Zhang Qing'an.

Since we had nothing better to do, we went to Xue Xiaoqi's medicine cabinet and found that she had already prepared medicine for us, and there were even many new medicines.