Mad Doctor No. 9

He put the letter away, searched the room carefully, and found a hidden door behind the shrine.

Behind the hidden door is a secret passage leading underground.

Wang Tian turned on his flashlight and carefully walked down.

The secret passage was very long; it took a full five minutes to reach the end.

This is a basement, about 20 square meters in size, with several wooden boxes inside.

Wang Tian opened the box, which was filled with all sorts of weapons: knives, swords, daggers, and even two old-fashioned pistols.

These weapons are in excellent condition; although seven years have passed, they still gleam with a cold light.

Wang Tian found something interesting at the bottom of the innermost box: a black garment embroidered with a golden dragon, the symbol of the Dragon Gate Society.

Wang Tian sighed and said, "It seems the brothers in the East China Sea branch were well prepared."

He took out a short knife, held it in his hand, and it felt fairly comfortable to use.

And that pistol, although it's quite old, is still usable.

Finally, he put on the night clothes, and they fit him quite well.

Wang Tian glanced at the tattered mirror on the wall and said, "The East China Branch of the Dragon Gate Society has reopened."

Night had fallen, and he left Longmen Lane.

Wang Tian didn't return to the hotel; instead, he went directly to "Penglai Pavilion," the location mentioned in the letter.

This is a very famous teahouse in the old town. It is a three-story wooden building with carved beams and painted rafters, and it is said to have a history of more than 100 years.

However, by this time, the teahouse had already closed, leaving only the large red lanterns hanging at the entrance.

Wang Tian walked to the back of the teahouse and saw that there was still a light on in a room on the second floor.

He climbed up the outer wall silently, like a gecko.

Through the gap in the curtains, two figures could be seen inside.

One of them was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and with his hair neatly combed, slowly sipping his tea.

Wang Tian recognized the man; it was none other than Master Ye, Ye Zhenhai!

He is still alive!

The other person had his back to the window, so his face was not visible. All that could be seen was that he was wearing a black robe and had a strange pattern on his shoulder: a single eye with swirling pupils.

Wang Tian was startled, "Ghost Face..."

At this moment, Ye Zhenhai spoke up: "Lord Ghost Face, we have made all the arrangements for Penglai Immortal Island. You can go ashore at midnight three days from now, when the tide is at its lowest."

Ghost Face's voice, processed to be somewhat hoarse, asked, "Are you ready?"

"Hmm." Ye Zhenhai took out a wooden box from under the table and said, "This is a sample of 'black moss' that I obtained in the Death Valley of Changbai Mountain. After three months of cultivation, it has fully matured."

Ghost Face took the wooden box, inspected it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Adding the spiritual spring on Penglai Island should be enough to revive that thing."

"My lord, I don't understand." Ye Zhenhai hesitated for a moment, "Why should we go to so much trouble to awaken that thing? Can it really...?"

"Don't ask any more questions." Ghost Face coldly interrupted him. "You only need to understand that once we succeed, the Dark Palace will possess earth-shattering power. At that time, your Ye family will be able to rise again."

"Yes!" Ye Zhenhai's eyes were burning.

"Also, keep an eye on Wang Tian's movements," Ghost Face suddenly said. "That old fox Lin Qingfeng passed on the news of Wang Tian's trip to the Western Regions to me. However, I have a feeling he might appear in the East China Sea."

"Wang Tian?" Ye Zhenhai sneered and said, "He's lost all his cultivation. So what if he comes? I could crush him with one hand now."

"Don't underestimate him," Ghost Face said. "Besides, those old fogies from the Dragon Gate Society definitely have more tricks up their sleeves."

After a private conversation, Ghost Face got up and left.

Wang Tian quickly hid in the shadows.

Ghost Face walked out through the back door and got into a black sedan next to it.

The car lights were all turned off, and it drove away quietly.

Wang Tian memorized the license plate number but did not give chase.

His strength has not fully recovered yet, and it would be too risky to follow him rashly.

After Ghost Face left, Wang Tian returned to the window.

Ye Zhenhai made a phone call: "Okay, strengthen the security at Penglai Pavilion. Also, the goods will arrive at the dock early tomorrow morning; you need to go and pick them up personally..."

Upon hearing the words "dock" and "early morning," Wang Tian immediately became interested.

It seems there will be another new discovery tonight.

He quietly left Penglai Pavilion, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the East China Sea Port.

On the way, he sent Lin Qingfeng a private message: "Ye Zhenhai is still alive, with Ghost Face in the East China Sea. There are goods at the dock tonight, I'll go check."

Soon, the other party replied with a message: "Be careful. Ghost Face's strength is unfathomable. If needed, you can contact the East China Sea Police Department; Xiao Hao has already made arrangements."

Xiao Hao? He's actually in the East China Sea too?

A smile appeared on Wang Tian's face.

That's good, it gives us another helper.

Donghai Port, Warehouse Area No. 3.

It's very dark here, and there are only a few security guards patrolling.

But Wang Tian could sense that there were at least twenty people hiding in the shadows, and each of them was a martial artist.

He changed into a night outfit, put on a black mask, and hid on the roof of the warehouse.

The Ice Soul Needle was already held between his fingertips, ready to be unleashed.

About half an hour later, a container truck drove up.

After the truck came to a stop, the three men jumped out of the driver's seat. The one in the lead was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars.

"Brother Dao!" A tall, thin man walked out of the warehouse. "The goods have arrived?"

"We're here." The scarred man patted the carriage. "We were lucky this time. The boss told us to be careful."

The group opened the box, revealing a dense array of wooden crates inside.

The tall, thin man opened a box, and in the dim light, Wang Tian saw that it contained... an antique!

There are bronzes, jades, and porcelains; judging from their shapes, they should be from the pre-Qin period.

"Which tomb is this from?" the tall, thin man exclaimed.

"Don't ask any more questions," Scarface snorted. "Hurry up and move in. Get everything organized before dawn."

The workers got to work.

Wang Tian counted them and found there were a total of thirty-six wooden boxes, each one extremely heavy.

An accident occurred during the move!

Suddenly, piercing police sirens blared outside the warehouse, and more than a dozen police cars rushed over and surrounded it.

"Police! Stop right there!"

Xiao Hao appeared in front of the police car, holding a megaphone: "Listen up, everyone inside! We've surrounded you! Put down your weapons and put your hands behind your heads!"

"Damn it! The police are here! Quick, hide the goods!"

But it was too late.

The police rushed in and quickly brought the situation under control.

Scarface tried to resist, but Xiao Hao grabbed him and pinned him to the ground.