I continued, "Any sect or family, before facing a major crisis, will choose to send away a batch of low-level disciples, or let the elites flee, in order to stage a comeback."

"When the Six Doors disbanded, they should have made such arrangements as well."

"The Six Doors began to decline in the late Qing Dynasty, but that doesn't mean they didn't have the capital to turn things around."

"The Xianyang River might be where they make their comeback."

I slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "Let's make an assumption."

"Although the Six Doors have survived dynasties, it doesn't mean they don't have enemies. They could run rampant with the support of the dynasty, but once they lost the dynasty's protection, it would be like losing most of their martial arts."

"Being in the situation of the late Qing Dynasty, even a discerning person could hardly see the direction of the world, so the Six Doors were facing an unprecedented crisis."

"At that time, the Six Doors had to make the worst plan."

"In terms of the Six Doors' standards, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, the four great constables, each had their own forces to follow. At this time, it would not be appropriate to put the hope of revitalizing the Six Doors on any one of them."

"If it's not handled well, there might be infighting among the four great constables first."

"If I were the master of the Six Doors at that time, I would definitely hand over the hope of revival to the four people equally. Let them restrain each other and cooperate with each other."

"This way, things can be done more稳妥 (wěn tuǒ – reliably)."

I couldn't help but sneer as I said this, "Think for yourselves, isn't the arrangement of Bei Yan Jing Yun divided into four parts?"

"The Bei Yan family."

"Shi Fei Dao Ren."

"Luan Jing Fan."

"Jing Hen Yun."

"It just so happens to be four people."

"What if these four people are the descendants of the original four great constables?"

"What the hell, putting the life-saving stuff in the hands of four people is clearly asking us to get all the stuff from the four great constables together."

"Are they treating our Liang Jie Tang as fools?"

Feng Ruo Xing raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you saying that Jing Hen Yun is playing us?"

I shook my head slightly and said, "I'm still not sure that Jing Hen Yun is the one who set up the game. But I feel that she must be related to this game."

"Tell Lao Liu and Xiao Chengzi, no matter what, keep a close eye on Jing Hen Yun. Tell me immediately if she makes any unusual movements. And..."

I paused and said, "Kill if necessary."

While Feng Ruo Xing contacted Lao Liu, I walked back to the alley.

When I went over and took a look, I almost laughed out loud in anger.

The ghosts in this hospital are really rude. I just lit a white candle. Before the yellow incense and rice were set up, they opened the pocket where I put things.

The white rice and white wine in the pocket were spilled all over the ground, and several ghosts were squatting there, lighting the yellow incense themselves, and smelling the incense hard.

I walked over and asked, "How long have you guys not eaten anything?"

The leading ghost smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to make the immortal laugh. Just tell us what you need us to do, immortal."

I asked directly, "I'm looking for a woman named Luan Jing Fan. Has anyone seen her?"

The ghosts looked at me, and I looked at them. After thinking for a long time, they all shook their heads. One of the ghosts said, "To be honest, immortal, I've been in this hospital for more than forty years, and I've never heard of such a person!"

I couldn't help frowning: This is strange.

Bei Yan Jing Yun clearly left clues, why can't we find anyone?

I pondered for a moment, took out a piece of paper from my body and said, "Take a look at this address. Is it written correctly?"

The ghost who answered me took the note and looked at it and said, "Immortal, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place."

I looked at the note again: "Isn't this Ling Hu Dong Lu Road 26, this hospital?"

The ghost said, "Immortal, look, this address uses traditional characters. And it's not a straight line down, but after drawing a horizontal line in the middle, it continues down."

"The order of reading this address is also from right to left."

"This way of writing is the way old house numbers were written!"

If the ghost hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have taken this line of words seriously.

Nowadays, many people like to play a certain style, even though they don't use traditional characters anymore, they still have to write a few strokes to show how knowledgeable they are. I thought the person writing the words was also playing a style.

I didn't expect there to be hidden secrets here?

I looked at the ghost and asked in a deep voice, "How do you know this is an old house number?"

The ghost smiled and said, "When I was alive! I worked in the local area, compiled local chronicles, and re-recorded place names, so I know something."

I nodded and said, "Continue!"

The ghost said, "The way this address is arranged is all in the style of old house numbers. But the house number is not 26."

The ghost pointed to the note and said, "Look, the first line says Ling Hu Dong Lu, but the word 'Road' is placed below, and it's written a little smaller than the number 26. This shows that the word 'Road' is actually a code."