Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Xu San spoke in Chinese, with the stiff, awkward accent of an islander speaking Chinese, often seen in later TV dramas. Combined with his raspy voice, it sounded quite comical.

Upon hearing this, the usually aloof Huan Ji actually giggled, but she only smiled faintly before suppressing her laughter. "Alright, hurry up and look for what's here."

Huanji was not greedy and didn't care much about what treasures were there.

What she cares about is intelligence.

Ninjas are not only assassins, but also spies.

Some of this intelligence was needed by the employer, while some was obtained by doing the work of both sides.

It seems that this time, Huanji is planning to get some information out of the way, and maybe she can sell it for a good price.

Xu San continued holding the glow stick for a few more steps before squatting down, rubbing his finger on the ground, then smelling it and saying, "It might be blood."

After saying that, he stood up and continued to walk a few steps in the small warehouse, still holding the glow stick.

"What did you find?" Huanji stopped looking for the light switch and moved closer to Xu San to observe the ground with him.

"Six-pointed star! Black magic!" Xu San blurted out two terms.

Huanji frowned; the word "huanji" always gave people a bad feeling.

In fact, before the Meiji Restoration, Japan was also a closed country, and they were defeated by cannons.

Later, Westernization was also carried out in the East, so the two words Xu San mentioned were not unfamiliar to the islanders.

As an elite ninja, Huanji had some understanding of these mystical things from Europe and America.

"Is it dangerous?" Huanji asked, voicing her doubts. Xu San illuminated the dark red six-pointed star pattern on the ground with a glow stick, his expression grave: "A sacrificial circle of black magic. Judging by the depth of the color, it's probably been used more than once."

Upon hearing this, Huan Ji immediately took a half step back, her right hand already pressed against the kunai: "Is it Western sorcery?"

“That’s right.” Xu San squatted down and carefully examined the distorted symbols on the edge of the magic circle. “This kind of magic requires a living sacrifice, usually to obtain some kind of power, or…” He suddenly stopped and shone his glow stick on a pile of debris in the corner.

Huanji looked in the direction he was pointing and saw half a chain peeking out from behind a pile of clutter, stained with dark brown dirt. Just as she was about to approach, Xu San stopped her, saying, "Don't touch it. Something's wrong with this whole room."

Huanji crouched down and examined it closely: "Is it blood?"

“It should be.” Xu San rubbed the dried mark with his finger. “But something’s not right. Bloodstains don’t usually stay this bright red; this looks like it was just painted on recently.”

Just then, Huanji seemed to discover something through her woman's intuition.

She took the glow stick from Xu San, turned around and walked to the corner, where she found several burlap sacks piled up, with dark red liquid seeping from the bottom of one of the sacks.

She gestured for Xu San to come over, and the two of them opened the sack together.

It was filled with bright red meat, which gleamed eerily in the dim light.

"Is it raw meat?" Huanji asked in confusion.

Xu San used the small knife he carried to pick up a piece, brought it close to his nose and smelled it: "It's not beef, mutton, or pork!"

"Phew~" Huanji understood what Xu San meant. After letting out a breath, she said, "Let's search again and see if there are any other clues." (End of Chapter)