Ye Yang shattered the surrounding feng shui with three consecutive sword strikes, then pointed the tip of his sword at the ground. "Xiao Chun, come here. Bury the human skin first, then stand on top of it."

Nie Xiao Chun dazedly complied. "What do you want me to do standing here?"

"You'll find out in a moment!" Ye Yang pulled out three iron skewers from his backpack that looked as if they had been soaked in blood, and drove them into the ground at different angles.

Before Nie Xiao Chun could move, Ye Yang raised his sword and activated the feng shui formation. "Three Absolutes Land, Vicious Ghost Suppression, Three Generations of Unrest, Three Generations of Decline. Activate the Formation!"

The feng shui Ye Yang disrupted couldn't take effect immediately, nor could it reach the point of causing unrest for three generations of the deceased's ancestors and decline for three generations of descendants. The truly terrifying aspect was the three iron skewers Ye Yang had driven into the ground.

Nie Xiao Chun instantly blew up. "Ye Yang! Who's the vicious ghost? I'm a spirit artifact!"

"Props have no right to speak!" Ye Yang ignored Nie Xiao Chun's protests and suddenly appeared in front of her, his nose almost touching hers.

Nie Xiao Chun screamed in fright, "What are you doing?"

Ye Yang lowered his hand, plunging his sword into the ground between Nie Xiao Chun's feet, then twisting the blade outwards. "Head Hanging with a Sharp Sword, Severing Luck and Cutting Fate!"

Ye Yang's first feng shui layout targeted the three generations of direct relatives of the human skin's owner, while this sword strike was aimed directly at Sun Qing himself.

Later, I asked Ye Yang how he did it. He only told me it was a secret feng shui technique, but I always suspected he wasn't telling the truth.

Nie Xiao Chun stared blankly at the sword between her feet. "Ye Yang, what am I supposed to do now?"

"Just stand there!" Ye Yang considerately pushed the sword hilt forward. "If you get tired, you can lean on the sword to rest, but don't move!"

"Ye Yang—" Nie Xiao Chun was about to explode with anger. "Since when have you been so immoral?"

"Learned it from Li Po!" After saying this, Ye Yang found a clean spot to sit down and began to meditate.

I, hundreds of miles away, suddenly sneezed. "That cold dog, Ye Yang, must be talking about me behind my back!"

Qin Xin pouted. "Ye Yang is usually a man of few words!"

I was so angry I was fuming. "Ye Yang is a man of few words? You haven't seen him when he's talkative! Especially that mouth of his, it never utters anything pleasant..."

I realized halfway through my sentence that Qin Xin's gaze towards me was becoming increasingly contemptuous.

What was so good about that cold dog, Ye Yang?

Even female ghosts liked him?

Just as I was feeling depressed, Zhao Yue Zhu ran over with her phone. "Li Po, look quickly. My dad sent a message."

I took the phone and glanced at it. "Qian He Tang has such a history? Let's go!"

According to the information Zhao Ci gave me, decades ago, Qian He Tang wasn't a tattoo parlor, but a pharmacy. The shopkeeper of Qian He Tang wasn't just a simple tattoo artist either, but a hidden contact left in the city by a bandit gang.

If you wanted to find the bandit gang in the mountains, you had to go to Qian He Tang first and have the shopkeeper tattoo a picture on your back before you could go up the mountain.

As for whether you lived or died after going up the mountain, it all depended on what the shopkeeper tattooed on your back.

Outsiders couldn't see the secrets in the tattoos, but the chief of the bandit gang knew the meaning of the tattoo.

Some people were treated as honored guests after going up the mountain, and even had their tattoos washed off before they went down. Others were dismembered and thrown out to feed the wolves without saying a word.

After the founding of the country, the bandit gang that once dominated the Northeast disappeared, and the chief vanished. The shopkeeper of Qian He Tang also disappeared, until Qian He Tang reappeared in Wan City in recent years as a tattoo shop.

The photo Zhao Yue Zhu showed me was the proof of entry into Qian He Tang back then.

When I arrived at the location Zhao Ci gave me, it had already turned into a wasteland. Where was the so-called Qian He Tang?

Zhao Yue Zhu looked at the weeds outside the car, her face a little embarrassed. "My dad wouldn't have gotten the location wrong, would he? This isn't a place for people to stay!"

"He didn't!" I got out of the car. "See that broken house over there?"

From where I got out of the car, there was a half-collapsed wall, which looked like a screen standing in the weeds.

Zhao Yue Zhu was about to walk forward when I stopped her. "Don't go over there! There are quite a few friends waiting for us in the grass!"

Zhao Yue Zhu quickly took out a spirit talisman and rubbed it on her eyes twice. "Where are the people you're talking about?"

Qin Xin opened the blood umbrella and stood in front of Zhao Yue Zhu. "Don't move, leave it to Li Po!"

After I cautiously took a few steps forward, my toe was blocked by something. When I looked down, I saw a section of coffin board sticking out of the ground.

I stepped on the coffin board and took three steps forward, cupping my fist in the air. "Back against the green mountains, eyes gazing at the sky, which hero is standing in front? The green mountains don't block heroes, holding a human head in exchange for wine money."

I used the code words of the Northeast bandits, which roughly meant that I was also a traveler in the jianghu (martial world), and everyone was in the same line of work. You occupy the mountain as king and are a hero, but you can't solve the problem. I can help you settle the matter, and I don't need you to give me much money, all for the sake of establishing a relationship with you.