The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 566: Battle for Ajian (7)

Qian Xiaoyi was somewhat helpless regarding the revenge of the Hundred Ghosts, because he could not make the news known widely. At most he could only indirectly remind others to be careful.

After all, if he showed that he knew something clearly, it would be irresponsible to Zhang Chunfa, the undercover agent.

But Qian Xiaoyi still got a good news from the contact between Zhang Chunfa and Baigui, that is, the Baigui organization is not a monolithic organization.

If we take Lai Shan Chenggong as an example, its members may all be those who are powerful, greedy and selfish. An organization composed of such people cannot be united.

Therefore, there is a strict confidentiality system among the hundred ghosts, and even the members do not know each other's true identities, just to prevent these guys from killing each other and fighting for power.

Qian Xiaoyi believed that if they were given a chance, they would not let go of the opportunity to invade and control other people's nests. Each of these monsters was not a pushover. With one more nest, they would have more power and eventually become the king of the monsters. I believe that many of them must have thought so...

Qian Xiaoyi felt that he could make use of this, but not now. He still needed more information, and there was still a trouble that he had caused that had not been resolved.

"I haven't heard from that guy for several days...I should go check it out." Qian Xiaoyi said to himself.

He took out his cell phone and called Inuyama Heita, asking, "Hello? Is school over? Get ready, we're going to visit Mr. Hoshiba later... What? What do you mean you can't leave now? It's so noisy over there, are you shopping with your classmates? Forget it, anyway, you should be careful recently, the ghosts won't just give up, pay more attention to your surroundings."

Since Inuyama Heita is not coming, Qian Xiaoyi has to go on his own.

I rode my motorcycle all the way to Xingchang Rang's house. After ringing the doorbell, the voice that answered was not Xingchang Rang's, but a middle-aged woman's.

"Excuse me, who are you..." the person on the other end of the transponder asked, sounding a little tired.

Qian Xiaoyi replied: "I am a friend of Arang, a spirit exorcist named Qian Xiaoyi. I couldn't contact him these days, so I came to see how he was doing. Are you his mother?"

"Exorcist? Great." The other side said happily, "Arjan has locked himself in the warehouse these days, not eating, like a madman, and he won't let us contact anyone else... Please check on him as soon as possible."

Soon, the door opened automatically. Qian Xiaoyi walked into the yard and someone came to greet him immediately. It was a middle-aged woman in a kimono. She should be the mother of Xingchang Rang who had just talked to him.

"Please come over here." Xingchang said to his mother worriedly, "He seems to have encountered some difficulties. His father has not learned the family skills, so we don't know what to do..."

Two heads popped out of the house and looked at Qian Xiaoyi curiously. They were two little boys, one looked 13 or 4 years old and the other about 10 years old.

"Ah! Really! It's really that psychic detective!"

"I watched those episodes on TV! I didn't expect my brother to know such a celebrity?"

Xingbajan's mother said, "They are Valan's brothers. Please wait a moment."

She frowned and looked over there, and under the pressure from her mother, both heads shrank back angrily.

“So he is the only one in the Xingchang family who understands the inheritance now?” Qian Xiaoyi sighed, “Isn’t this a pity? In the circle, the Xingchang family is a well-known ancient family.”

Xingchang let his mother say calmly: "There is nothing to regret. Even if you become famous, so what? You will still encounter danger. Aren't you like this? Valan's grandfather is like this, and so is he..."

Qian Xiaoyi felt that he had mentioned something that should not be discussed, and quickly said: "Let's go and check on his condition as soon as possible."

They came to the warehouse and Xingchang asked her mother to open the door. It was dark inside and there was no light. She said, "Rang, your friend is here to see you." There was no response from inside.

She sighed and said, "Please come in, he is inside."

She didn't seem to have any intention of accompanying Qian Xiaoyi in, and it seemed that she knew the danger inside.

Qian Xiaoyi nodded and walked in.

The shelves on both sides of the warehouse were still filled with those creepy things. They seemed to be observing Qian Xiaoyi carefully, standing still and obediently.

Qian Xiaoyi walked through the short corridor and came to the room. The lights were still off. Qian Xiaoyi was about to take out his cell phone to look for the star field and the light switch in the room. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Qian Xiaoyi's wrist.

A hoarse voice sounded.

"Spiritual power... is fake? The soul is also fake? There is no such thing as the spirit world! Monsters, ghosts, magic... everything is just human imagination?"

Hearing this hysterical voice, Qian Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment he thought that the revenge of the Hundred Ghosts had already come. As long as Xingchangrang was still alive, it would be enough.

"Ah? What did you say?" Qian Xiaoyi pretended to be dumbfounded, turned on the flashlight of his phone, shone it towards the star field, and asked, "How long have you not slept?"

Under the light, Xingchang looked haggard, with disheveled hair, wearing only a vest, and the tattoos on his arms were scratched to the point of being horrible. Not only that, Qian Xiaoyi could also see black mud constantly oozing out of his body, and then disappearing.

"I can't sleep! I can't sleep at all!" Xingchang Rang grabbed his head and said painfully: "Ever since you told me how to use that leaf, I have been thinking about it. The method of using it is very strange, so strange that it doesn't seem like a spell at all. It gave me a lot of inspiration, so I found our family's previous research materials and kept studying..."

Qian Xiaoyi looked at him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that this guy's comprehension was so strong that he had already touched the edge of the taboo.

Originally, Qian Xiaoyi had not planned to let him know the cognitive theory so early, but the other party was smarter than he thought. Just by a glimpse of the whole thing, he had already grasped a corner of the truth.

But this is not a bad thing. A researcher who has been immersed in the classical cognitive environment for many years breaks the inherent thinking through his own cognition, which is much easier to accept than letting others tell him.

It's just that there are some things he can't figure out now, and he's stuck in a dead end, so his body is in a state of disorder, which makes it impossible to suppress the malicious cognition collected from ancient times in his body.

"It's a good thing I came to take a look, otherwise there would really be trouble..." Qian Xiaoyi muttered, and then said: "You don't have to think about anything now. The most important thing is to have a good rest. When you wake up, I will answer your questions."

"You...you knew it a long time ago?! As expected, you..." Xingba opened his eyes wide and wanted to ask more.

But Qian Xiaoyi did not give him a chance. He took out a talisman, rubbed it lightly with two fingers, and the talisman soon caught fire.

While the talisman was still burning, Qian Xiaoyi, with the help of finger gestures and magic formulas, chanted something and pointed it at Xingchangrang's forehead. Xingchangrang rolled his eyes and finally fell back on the recliner, snoring soundly. The black mud on his body also subsided and no longer gushed out.

After finishing all this, Qian Xiaoyi walked out of the warehouse and said to Xingchangrang's mother, "He's fine. He just needs a good sleep. Ask him to call me when he wakes up."

"Thank you so much." Xingba's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)