Red shoes!

My gaze narrowed slightly. Could it be that the red shoes the dead man spoke of weren't referring to the red cloth shoe at the door, but to a flayed human foot?

There was no one here to give me answers!

Besides the three of us, there wasn't even a ghost in the entire third room.

After叶阳 (Ye Yang) and 林照 (Lin Zhao) and I retreated from the courtyard without finding anything, the red shoe outside the wall had vanished without a trace.

In that case, a ghost must have brushed past us.

I even had the feeling that as I stared at the corpse in the water tank, a ghost wearing red shoes was standing beside me, watching the iron skewer pierce that man's brain.

A chill ran down my spine!

I had long suspected that Yunlin Mountain, where the Kong Dao (Empty Path), comparable to the Daoist of Thieves, had been stationed in Yunyin Village for a hundred years without making any headway, must be a forbidden zone not to be entered lightly.

But I didn't expect that a mere object brought down from the mountain could leave me helpless.

What exactly was hidden in the secret burial on Yunlin Mountain?

Unable to find the red shoe or to waste time arguing with the villagers, I could only return to Zuan Shan Bao's (Drill Mountain Leopard's) camp.

By the time I got back, Lao Liu and Chen Shuyu had also returned.

Lao Liu looked as calm as ever, but Zuan Shan Bao's (Drill Mountain Leopard's) face was extremely grim.

I tossed my backpack onto the table, found a place to sit, and asked, "How did things go on your end?"

Lao Liu didn't speak, but Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) exploded with rage, "Damn it! I want to kill someone right now. Those sons of bitches from the Daoist of Thieves dug up my family's ancestral grave and put an old woman inside. I'm gonna..."

My first reaction was to look at Lao Liu, who was sitting there making tea – Lao Liu couldn't have done this, could he?

Lao Liu seemed to see through my thoughts and shook his head slightly at me.

I seized the opportunity to say, "The fact that they could dig up your ancestral grave shows that they think the Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) of that time got hold of clues they couldn't get."

"Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) isn't well-known in either the Northeast or the Northern Art Dao. That's because they can't fight and kill like the Four Great Beams, and they can't raise a gang to fight with people."

"But Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) has a skill that no one else has: drilling into mountains."

"Dare you say that people of your grandfather's generation never entered the Final Village?"

Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) said, "Even if they did, it definitely wasn't my grandfather."

Zuan Shan Bao's (Drill Mountain Leopard's) eyes turned red as he said this, "Chief Li, don't laugh at me. My grandfather... my grandfather was just no good."

"Normally, my family should have had plenty of wealth left by our ancestors. Even if my family just sat around and ate, we would have had meat and fish every day for three lifetimes. But my grandfather was hopeless! Gambling, finding women, smoking opium. What didn't he do!"

"He squandered all the family wealth in just a few years, and he didn't pass down any of the skills my great-grandfather had passed down. In the end, he got drunk, fell into a ditch, and drowned."

"My father worked himself to death for half his life just to pay off the debts he owed."

"My father also became ill from overwork and died before he was very old. If I didn't have a bit of ruthlessness and rely on my father's old brothers to help me, I might have starved to death long ago."

Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) looked up and said, "Chief Li, are you willing to be a Jianghu (martial world) fighter?"

"To tell you the truth, if I didn't lack education and skills, I wouldn't want to stay in the Jianghu (martial world) for a single day. Back then, I was brought into the Jianghu (martial world) by my father's old brothers, and once I stepped in, I couldn't get out."

"The fact that I've ended up like this today is all because of the sins my grandfather committed."

I took out a cigarette and handed it to Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard), "Brother, have you ever wondered why your grandfather turned out that way?"

Jianghu (martial world) people don't know when they will die, so they live with a mindset of enjoying the moment. That's why warlocks' money comes and goes quickly.

However, it is rare for someone to actually ruin their entire family.

Moreover, even if a warlock's gambling skills are poor, they are still better than ordinary people. As long as they are not afraid of incurring karma, they can rely on gambling to win a fortune. How could he lose everything?

Unless there was a more powerful warlock setting him up, or he was afraid that using secret arts to win money would bring disaster to his family, he could lose everything he had.

Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) suddenly realized, "Are you saying... the Daoist of Thieves deliberately set me up?"

I looked at him and said, "Don't you think so?"

"Damn it!" Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) threw down his cigarette butt and was about to leave, but I grabbed him and pulled him back, "Where are you going? Even if you go to the Daoist of Thieves, will they admit it? Even if they do, can you beat them?"

"They're too damn bullying... I..." Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) squatted on the ground, holding his head. After a while, he suddenly stood up, "Master Li, can you avenge me? If you help me, my life is yours."

I looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, "How can I trust you?"

Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard) said with red eyes, "I can let you cast a death curse on me!"

I stood up with my hands behind my back and walked around the room, "My curse arts are different from others. They can affect three generations, nine clans. Even your ancestors buried in the ground will be scattered and annihilated. Do you think it's worth it?"

I was talking to Zuan Shan Bao (Drill Mountain Leopard), but my eyes were on Lao Liu.