Chapter 1080: Chapter 31: Gradually Catching Up to the Other’s Pace
Black magic, also known as witchcraft and Gu technique, has been obsolete for thousands of years in the country, with its inheritance cut off. It only exists in Southeast Asia and is quite popular there.
The reason for its discontinuation within the country does not involve dynasty changes or sect internal conflicts, but simply because it’s outdated and was swept away by the tides of the times.
Just like after the Industrial Revolution, human civilization advanced rapidly, and many ancient god beliefs in mythology could not keep up with the times and were suddenly eliminated.
The three teachings of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism climbed from piles of fellow corpses, competing mightily; they have theory, they have technique. What does witchcraft and Gu technique have?
Nothing.
Only when witchcraft and Gu technique are separated can some talks arise.
Witchcraft follows the high-end route, concerning national affairs and sacrifices, vying for the sacrificer’s position.
Gu technique plays with natural selection, survival of the fittest, training a Gu King can provide some means of personal protection even if it can’t achieve celestial feats, ensuring local safety.
Putting both together becomes the futile attempt like Lv Bu riding Huang Gou, Jia Xu beheading Yan Liang, just nothing.
Wang Yunxiao truly did not know what black magic was until Yan Yu’an explained it to him.
In plain terms, it’s ghost cultivation.
You find some messy things, like a dead fetus, do a bunch of messy rituals, add some spices like pepper, star anise, cinnamon, fragrant leaves, marinate it for a while, and it’s considered cultivated.
Then if you don’t like someone, you command the little ghost to scare and harass them or even kill them.
Um... How should I say this?
Looking at this is like watching Fusang people eat rice with dumplings, Ashok squeezing raw aloe vera juice...
Just showing respect and wishing them well.
These Incense Hall disciples each possess special skills, either using the book of infinite changes to transform into the three-eyed Demon Monarch, or chant spells to invite gods, or practice this black magic—surprisingly, they could gather together and coexist peacefully.
This made Wang Yunxiao deeply realize how complex the composition of the Four Seas Commerce Guild is.
It wasn’t clear which impressive individual initially managed to forcibly blend these supernatural beings from all directions together to create such a colossal entity.
Of course, the current priority is still Yang Jian.
After catching these people and obtaining their confessions, it was already past midnight, around two or three o’clock.
At this point, Yang Jian’s whereabouts still had not been found.
According to the confessions of these Incense Hall disciples, although they came together, they are not subordinate to each other, with clear division of labor.
Yang Jian is only responsible for discerning and judging whether those agents are loyal.
Or rather, whether they are fat enough and worth slaughtering.
They are responsible for the specific actions.
Up to now, only two families need to be dealt with, and there is no further news on the other people on the list.
Wang Yunxiao called each other on the list to inquire, confirming that everyone else was indeed still alive.
Which means Yang Jian’s movements were not that swift.
His way of acting doesn’t seem like someone obsessed with work, so why suddenly reach far to call Mu Yuming?
Just because he glanced at Li Mumu during the day?
And fell in love at first sight?
Unlikely...
I admit my wife is indeed charming and beloved by all.
This guy wouldn’t truly think Boss Mu is naive with wealth, and her daughter is pretty, thus planning to take the whole pot, right?
In the interrogation record, these people didn’t know about Yang Jian calling Mu Yuming; in fact, they don’t even have a specific list and only blindly follow instructions on whom to kill.
Then if I were Yang Jian...
Wang Yunxiao silently tapped the table, starting to ponder.
Activating humanity analysis.
Practicing the scholarly heresy skills occasionally comes in handy in certain unorthodox situations.
For example, now.
If I were Yang Jian, why would I be so straightforward?
Mu Yuming, lacking background, naive with wealth, and having a pretty daughter.
Conducting one’s own clandestine schemes is not well-received if spread. Others enjoy the cake, yet you bear the guilt. Who’s willing to carry such burdens?
Instead of waiting for others to let a bit of profit slip through their fingers, why can’t I leave myself a retreat and seize an opportunity to redeem myself?
"Love at first sight," then reluctant to take action, reforming from being moved by love, sounds much better.
After much contemplation, Wang Yunxiao picked up the phone.
This time, however, he didn’t call Boss Mu, but contacted the Nantong District Police Bureau Special Service Section.
The person answering was Chen Yuguang, the head of the section who surprisingly had to be on duty in the middle of the night, which gave Wang Yunxiao a bad feeling.
"I’m Wang Yunxiao, has there been any activity in our area tonight?"
"Section Chief? Where are you? When are you coming back?"
Chen Yuguang, sounding quite urgent: "I’ve just been called back, lots of action erupted in that White House area, tons of emergency calls flooding in, and I’m gathering manpower here, can you come and lend a hand?"
"White House?"
"It’s over by the river."
Wang Yunxiao, thinking thoughtfully, remembered that the White House referred by Chen Yuguang was a location where decades ago some consul built a small white mansion in the concession. Being quite iconic, over the years, Old Tianmen People got used to calling that place White House.
"Is it next to the racetrack?"
"That’s right, exactly there."
That area is home to wealthy families, causing a ruckus would understandably result in the police station’s phones blowing up.
But causing such a stir at such a delicate time and place really makes it hard for Wang Yunxiao not to think more.
"When did it happen?"
"About an hour ago, I don’t know the specifics yet."
"Okay, you go first, I’ll head to the scene soon."
An hour ago... matters might have cooled down.
Wang Yunxiao glanced at his watch, it was 3:25. By the time he drove over, it would be close to four o’clock.
Constantly playing catch-up is really not ideal.
After hesitating momentarily, he dialed the Mu Family’s number again.
This time the phone rang for a long time before Jiang Yinyin’s sleepy voice came through on the other end.
"Honey, it’s so late..."
"Nothing happened at home, right?"
"No."
"Did you hear anything outside?"
"No, I just fell asleep. Is there a thief?"
"Nothing, is Boss Mu going to work tomorrow as usual?"
"Yes, I think he’s working as usual, no other plans."
"I see, go back to sleep then."
After hanging up, Wang Yunxiao pondered for a moment, dialed another number.
"It’s Wang Yunxiao."
"Is it convenient there, can you do me a favor?"
"Don’t need to do anything, just keep an eye on someone, if he appears, catch him; if you can’t, that’s okay too. Let me briefly describe his features..."