When my master and the others arrived, I was sitting on the sofa watching videos.
Zhang Youguo was upstairs with the sleeping Chu Yue.
"Xiao Qin!"
I heard someone call me and looked up.
I saw my master, Daoist Tang, and Mo Ting enter the house directly.
My master and Daoist Tang both had grim expressions, their faces serious and very stern.
Only Mo Ting was looking around, constantly appraising the luxurious villa's decor.
"Master, Daoist Tang..."
I called out, feeling very puzzled by Daoist Tang's and Mo Ting's arrival.
My master and Daoist Tang were sworn enemies, so how could they be together now?
Moreover, it was clearly my master who had brought them.
Before my master could speak again, Daoist Tang had already hurried forward:
"Where is that box?"
My master also urgently added:
"Quickly take out the box for me to see."
Seeing how anxious my master and Daoist Tang were, completely disregarding the "evil horse entangled with a snake" inscribed curse,
I knew this box was no ordinary item.
Its danger level and importance were definitely much more severe than the cursing matter.
Without any further ado, I nodded quickly:
"Okay!"
Saying that, I took out the box wrapped in cloth and placed it on the coffee table:
"Master, Daoist Tang, this is the black wooden box.
But I can't open it no matter what, and it's also extremely heavy."
My master and Daoist Tang completely ignored my words. Upon seeing me take out the box, they immediately rushed forward.
Their expressions were extremely serious, their brows tightly furrowed.
When they saw the box, they both displayed an expression of shock and anger.
Seeing that the expressions of the two old men were not right, I asked Mo Ting beside me:
"Old Mo, what's going on?"
Mo Ting was clearly also clueless:
"I want to ask you too?
Your master suddenly came to our shop just now.
He showed my master a picture and said cryptically; he has appeared again.
Then my master became flustered, called me, and rushed here with me.
What did you encounter here?
Why do our masters look so tense looking at that box?"
Mo Ting also quietly asked me.
I shook my head slightly, simply explaining that I had come to exorcise a curse for my classmate.
Then I described the process of obtaining the box after encountering the housekeeper in the house who was fostering the mother and son ghost to absorb their vitality...
Mo Ting listened, then looked around:
"Your classmate's family is truly wealthy.
A villa this large probably wouldn't go for less than a hundred million.
No wonder they want to absorb their family's luck..."
I gave an awkward laugh.
Then I heard Daoist Tang angrily exclaim:
"Yes, it's this symbol..."
As soon as Daoist Tang finished speaking, my master also said in a deep voice:
"The Netherworld Cult, they have appeared again..."
Hearing this from my master and Daoist Tang suddenly, both Mo Ting and I felt somewhat bewildered.
The Netherworld Cult? What kind of organization is that?
Judging by their expressions, it seemed they were very resistant to this organization, and even harbored deep hatred.
"Master, what kind of organization is the Netherworld Cult?"
I asked to inquire further.
My master took a deep breath, as if in deep thought...
Before he could answer, Daoist Tang chimed in from the side:
"A cult of sorcerers who raise ghosts and corpses.
They are also the enemies who killed your grandmaster.
It's been forty years, and they've reappeared..."
Hearing this, my heart sank. I looked at my master with a sense of shock.
My master had told me that he was an orphan, surviving on swill in the streets.
At thirteen, it was Grandmaster Jiu Xuan Zhen Ren who took him as a disciple.
From then on, he had a reliance, a family, and this profound mastery.
As for the fate of Grandmaster Jiu Xuan, I did not know.
But from Daoist Tang's words, Grandmaster Jiu Xuan was harmed by someone, and it was this so-called Netherworld Cult?
But how could Daoist Tang know so clearly?
And when he said "you all," he was referring to both Mo Ting and me.
A shocking thought crossed my mind as suspicion filled me.
Could my master and Daoist Tang be fellow disciples?
As I was in doubt, my master also sighed deeply and nodded slightly:
"That's right, this organization specializes in evil arts and demonic sorcery, killing people to refine souls.
Now that they have appeared, we must investigate thoroughly.
Xiao Qin, take me to see the person who used the box.
We must find out the mastermind behind the use of the box..."
Hearing this, my heart also grew heavy.
Having encountered demon sorcerers like Miao Nanzi, I already felt they were evil enough.
Planting ghosts for longevity, killing people to seize souls, seeking eternal life.
Dealing with one demon sorcerer was already so difficult.
Now, with a new evil cult organization emerging, the situation felt significantly more serious.
After all, one bad person versus a group of bad people.
The societal impact was vastly different.
And we, learning the Dao, not only sought self-salvation.
But also to heal and save people, ward off misfortune, and protect peace in a region.
Even more so, to stop those who used sorcery to do evil and harm ordinary people, these evil cultists and sorcerers.
I nodded and replied:
"He's locked in the steam room, follow me."
With that, I directly led my master and Daoist Tang out of the living room and headed towards the steam room downstairs.
Soon, we arrived at the steam room on the first basement level.
At the entrance, two bodyguards in black were still standing guard.
They recognized me and knew my abilities.
Seeing me bring a group of people now and stating they wanted to see Steward Li inside, they did not hesitate in the slightest.
They quickly opened the steam room.
As soon as the door opened, Steward Li lunged out from within as if he had gone mad.
His pair of blood-red eyes were fixed on me.
His face was covered in festering sores, with yellow pus constantly flowing.
He ferociously said to me:
"Give it back to me, give me my box back..."
Mo Ting was startled by his terrifying,烂 face.
He shouted, "Holy shit!"
But my master and Daoist Tang, having seen much greater storms, did not even frown at this moment.
Before Steward Li could lunge at me, my master directly intervened, throwing out a talisman.
The talisman flew out with a "swish" and directly stuck to Steward Li's chest.
The next second, I heard my master form a hand seal with his fingers in front of his chest and utter a low command:
"Fix!"