Zhang Qiang actually nodded, "I can see it! I discovered that the Warlord's Mansion only appears on specific days or when there are unusual circumstances, like the Ghost Festival or abnormal celestial phenomena."

Ye Yang looked through the photos one by one, "Are you sure this is the Warlord's Mansion? The Warlord's Mansion shouldn't have this many doors, right?"

"A building like the Warlord's Mansion, just the fact that it's not easy to defend means there shouldn't be too many gates. But you photographed six gates?"

Zhang Qiang said, "Actually, I saw eight gates. But I didn't manage to photograph two of them!"

Ye Yang calmly put the photos back, "What's with you tricking my brother?"

Zhang Qiang said cautiously, "Actually, it can't really be considered tricking, right? I knew I definitely couldn't handle the Warlord's Mansion, so I posted a lot of posts about it online. I hoped to attract the interest of a術士(shushi – Daoist occultist), to help me enter the Warlord's Mansion to find someone."

"Someone named Lin Si Han replied to my post. We chatted for a long time, and I could tell that the other person was a real術士(shushi – Daoist occultist). That's how we got in touch. Moreover, he knows more about the Warlord's Mansion than I do."

"Lin Si Han said: It's not that no one knows about the existence of the Warlord's Mansion, but that someone has erased the traces of the Warlord's Mansion and covered up the truth of what happened back then."

"According to Lin Si Han's investigation, after the founding of the country, the Warlord's Mansion was converted into the Third Archives. Many people disappeared in the archives, and to this day, they haven't been seen alive or dead. What's even more terrifying is that the families of the missing have forgotten who they are. It's like they never existed in the world."

Ye Yang waved his hand, interrupting him, "Who is this Lin Si Han?"

"I don't know!" Zhang Qiang shook his head, "I asked him many times. He kept his identity a secret. He also said that if I believed him, I would cooperate with him. If I didn't believe him, he wouldn't appear again. I was anxious…"

Before Zhang Qiang could finish speaking, Zhang Chengye burst into a torrent of abuse, "You're courting death. You dare to cooperate with someone when you don't even know who he is? Aren't you afraid of being sold out?"

"Shut up!" Ye Yang scolded him, "Let him continue!"

Zhang Qiang continued, "Lin Si Han and I agreed to meet outside the Warlord's Mansion today. The code for the meeting is to apply for the position of administrator of the Third Archives. If the first sentence matches, the second sentence is to report for duty."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Repeat what you said when you saw my brother at the time. You better not lie. If I see anything wrong with your words… you'll bear the consequences!"

Zhang Chengye quickly said, "Mr. Ye, don't worry, this kid will definitely tell the truth. I guarantee with my head that he definitely won't lie to you."

Before Zhang Chengye could finish speaking, Zhang Qiang slammed the table and stood up, "Hey, you're pushing your luck. We're partners, no one is your slave. If you continue like this, get out of here."

Zhang Chengye didn't expect Zhang Qiang to act so abnormally, and it was too late to cover his mouth.

Ye Yang suddenly turned around and pointed at Zhang Chengye's acupoint, and as the other party fell straight back into the chair, Zhang Qiang grabbed the teapot on the table and smashed it towards Ye Yang's head.

Before the teapot in his hand could fall, it somehow ended up in Ye Yang's hand.

Ye Yang smashed the teapot on the top of Zhang Qiang's head with a backhand, and the teapot instantly shattered into pieces. Zhang Qiang fell backward to the ground, unconscious.

Zhang Chengye's body couldn't move, but he could speak, "Mr. Ye, please be merciful! Qiangzi, he's just…"

"He's just been cursed!" Ye Yang didn't wait for Zhang Chengye to finish speaking before pointing at his acupoint from a distance, releasing him: "Look at his eyes yourself."

Ye Yang opened Zhang Qiang's eyelids, and Zhang Chengye just saw a strange rune in the other person's pupils with the help of the light, and the rune sank into the depths of Zhang Qiang's eyes.

Zhang Chengye panicked, "Mr. Ye, what should we do?"

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "The ghost-head knife that I interrupted earlier isn't the only thing in your family used for killing, right? Take out the real killing weapon in your house, maybe there's still hope."

"This…" Zhang Chengye hesitated for a moment before saying, "We do have one, but the baleful aura of that knife is too heavy, and our Zhang family members don't dare to use it easily. You…"

Ye Yang said coldly, "If you want to save him, bring the thing. His life or death is my business, you don't have to worry about it!"

Zhang Chengye gritted his teeth and took out a knife box sealed with a strip of paper from the inner room.

The knife can be sheathed, but it cannot be put into a box.

Putting it in a box means binding the spirituality of the long knife with a wooden box, putting it on a high shelf, or abandoning it.

As soon as Zhang Chengye put the knife box on the table, bursts of baleful aura emanated from around the box.

A strip of paper didn't completely suppress the baleful aura on the knife.

A knife box didn't completely imprison the spirituality of the long knife.

A period of time also failed to erase the sharpness of the evil weapon.

Ye Yang asked calmly, "How many people has this knife killed?"

Zhang Chengye said with a solemn expression, "This knife has been passed down for two generations and has beheaded 1,001 prisoners. The ancestor said that, apart from this knife, no other ghost-head knife can behead more than a thousand prisoners. Otherwise, the knife will find blood to drink on its own. Mr. Ye, do you really want to use this knife?"