For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

With this incident, the antique shop's business is effectively shut down.

That same day, Luo Feng and Nai Chun drove to the Lada Resort near Chiang Mai and stayed at Uncle Chen's villa.

He didn't have much luggage himself, except for his laptop, a few changes of clothes, and his backpack.

Naichun helped him load the cage containing the crows and the spider tank into the car, and now he has brought them into the small villa.

"This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and a pleasant environment. It can be described as a natural negative oxygen ion ecosystem, which is most suitable for recuperation."

Uncle Chen called and told him.

"If there's any drawback to this place, it's that the feng shui isn't very good. I had a feng shui master from Hong Kong look at the land, and he found that there are some problems with the magnetic field here. According to him, the quantum magnetic field will produce some disharmonious reactions with the human body, resulting in insufficient uplifting force of cosmic alpha energy..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Luo Feng quickly interrupted him.

"Uncle Chen, please tell me the truth, what's wrong with this place?"

"Hey, it's nothing."

Uncle Chen smiled and said, "There was a massacre that happened here in the past, and the murderer has not been found yet. There are also rumors that some people have seen ghosts when they go out at night."

"So it's haunted?"

Luo Feng frowned.

"This is the house I live in."

"How is that possible?"

Uncle Chen smiled bitterly: "It's another house in the resort. It's a notorious haunted house in the area. Sigh... I was tricked into buying this place because it was cheap. Later I found out that I couldn't sell it at all."

There was no other way but to use it as a storage room. As you probably noticed when you moved in, I've put a lot of antique furniture in the house; I'm using this house as a storage space for miscellaneous items.

Luo Feng could only sigh inwardly upon hearing this. Uncle Chen was a loyal and righteous friend, a good person in every way, except for his bad habit of being greedy for small gains.

This old man had been cheated countless times because he liked to "find bargains" in the antique market. One time, when Uncle Chen was cheated again, Xu Jianguo couldn't stand it and helped him take a look. That's how the two met and became close friends.

"Xiao Luo, you don't need to worry."

Uncle Chen added, "It's said that only one house is haunted. There are also local residents living nearby, but rumors about such things are often exaggerated, and people just repeat what they hear. Over time, no outsiders dare to move in."

I don't believe in any of this stuff, and you don't need to worry about encountering any evil spirits. Just make sure to keep the doors and windows tightly closed after nightfall and don't go out unnecessarily. I have a talisman array drawn by a master from a temple, as well as a statue of Guan Gong, right in the master bedroom. I guarantee you'll be fine.

—If you really don't believe me, why make such a fuss!?

However, Luo Feng couldn't say these words out loud.

"I understand, Uncle Chen. Don't worry, I don't plan to go out anytime soon."

Luo Feng then asked, "By the way, have you found out where my uncle went in Su Lin Prefecture?"

Surin Province is located in northeastern Thailand, bordering the Khmer region to the south. Within Thailand, the province is also known as the "Land of Elephants," where many families keep elephants and it is a major training ground for elephants.

In addition, the jungles of that region also hide many ancient Khmer ruins, including temples, pagodas, stone palaces, and stone ruins shaped like Angkor Wat... This is because Surin Province was originally a fortified city ruled by the ancient Khmer people, originally named "Batay Saman City".

Deep in the rainforests and mountains, one can often find ancient stone palaces and temples covered by vines and moss. Locals occasionally find ceramic fragments in streams or dig out some ancient ceramic tiles.

"It's strange."

Uncle Chen said with a puzzled look, "I sent someone to investigate a little. It seems that your uncle joined a tour group from China, disguised as a tourist, and flew from Chiang Mai Airport to Surin Province. After landing, he stayed with the tour group, but then secretly slipped away halfway through the trip."

"What?"

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow.

Why is he doing this?

"I don't know either."

Uncle Chen shook his head on the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Luo, why don't you call him more often and ask him what's going on?"

"OK."

Luo Feng nodded and hung up the phone.

"...He traveled with a tour group, posing as a domestic tourist. It seems my uncle was trying to avoid being recognized, but why did he do that?"

He looked at his phone screen again.

Uncle Chen had no idea that he had already made more than a dozen phone calls and text messages.

However, Uncle Xu Jianguo never replied, seemingly because he had stopped answering the phone after the last call.

"Perhaps I should go directly to Surin Province."

Luo Feng can now conclude that his uncle, Xu Jianguo, is still safe.

If he had been kidnapped, there would certainly be no break-in incident.

The other party's target was clearly the contents of the safe; if they had hostages, they could have used them to blackmail me.

"The fact that they didn't do that, but instead went to break into an empty house, proves that the other party either didn't catch him, or they caught him but then escaped..."

Of course, there is also the worst-case scenario: that Uncle Xu Jianguo was captured first, and that the other party had the intention to kill him. Uncle knew this and deliberately concealed the crucial information.

Later, he used a coded message to contact himself over the phone. However, after saying the coded message, his uncle was killed.

"That's also possible."

Luo Feng was also making the worst-case scenario plan in his heart.

If things really come to this, all he'll have to do is avenge his uncle.

"Anyway, those three relics absolutely cannot be handed over."

Luo Feng took out the crescent comb, an item of considerable age. Just by stroking this "ancient relic" with his palm, he could feel the marks of time.

"What's the origin of this comb? How did my uncle get his hands on it?"

He lowered his head, lost in thought.

In addition, there are many mysteries that cannot be explained.

In fact, the Reincarnation Gu and the Demon-Slaying Blade are also shrouded in mystery.

These questions are unlikely to be answered in the short term.

Luo Feng thought about it seriously, but felt there was no point in thinking about it any further. He found another chair, sat down, closed his eyes, and started the cycle of reincarnation on his own.

……

……

Luo Feng had only closed his eyes for a short while when he felt a slight dizziness.

The fatigue and sleepiness that had been there vanished completely.

He opened his eyes again and saw the ancient temple in front of him, confirming that he had returned to the day five days ago.

"It seems that after 'marking' it, it always returns to this point in time."

Luo Feng smiled slightly, then climbed the steps and knocked on the main gate of the Princess Temple.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A few seconds later, the familiar, aged voice rang out again.

"I am the son of Sena, a disciple of Master Putaon."

Luo Feng repeated what he had said in the previous cycle of reincarnation, as if repeating a sentence.

Upon hearing this, the door opened slightly, and the elderly Alichaya peeked through the crack.

"Little guy, you really are Sena's son..."

The seemingly stern but actually kind old man welcomed him inside, and Luo Feng met Putaon again.

His subsequent experiences were identical to those of his previous reincarnation. After meeting him, Master Putaom allowed him to undergo the trial.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye, and Luo Feng returned to the foot of the pagoda at the Boluomi Temple.

As far as the eye could see, the flames began to shine.

The ritual to appease the spirits began amidst the sound of drums.

Before the roaring bonfire, he squinted at the masked villagers. The drumbeats quickened, the crowd sang and danced, and the onlookers cheered.

Luo Feng then turned his gaze to the other nine young people participating in the trial. At that moment, he immediately recognized the person who had framed him last time.

"I remember this kid, his name is 'Divan,' right?"