“Easy, easy.”

Under the hopeful gazes of Yao, Shun, and Yu, Jiang Cheng took the mirror and the broken talisman from beside Fatty's porcelain vase. After confirming some details about the scene with the others, he set off.

He left in a different direction from the rest. After exiting the courtyard, he turned in another direction.

That was the way they had come. Jiang Cheng remembered seeing a large study when they passed by, the door open, with a large wooden table inside, and many paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls.

Using his memory, he found the study and pushed the door open. The study was empty. On the table, in addition to the standard writing set, there were several uniquely shaped fountain pens, and a stack of white paper on the corner of the table.

Jiang Cheng also found many porcelain vases in the study. He had seen the ones Fatty and the other two had retrieved. Aside from their similar size, they were all different in shape and even firing technique.

Li Bai had also made it clear that these porcelain vases were nothing special. As long as they were large enough to hold the remains of the infant fetus, the important thing was the talisman on the bottom of the vase.

Recalling the resentful infant bottles brought back by Li Bai and the others, Jiang Cheng chose the one closest in size from the porcelain vases he found. To make it look more authentic, he deliberately rolled the vase gently on the ground a few times, and then rubbed the mouth of the vase against the ground a few times. The porcelain vase was not new to begin with, and Jiang Cheng's actions made it even more dilapidated.

There was a copper basin in the study, filled with water. Recalling what Li Bai had said about the feeling inside the porcelain vase, Jiang Cheng picked up the copper basin and poured half a basin of water into it. He shook it, feeling that it was still not quite right, so he took a cushion from the chair, crumpled it up, and stuffed it in. This time, when he picked it up and shook it, feeling the things inside constantly hitting the walls of the vase, Jiang Cheng smiled. It was getting there.

But that wasn't enough. Jiang Cheng picked up an old rag from the ground, threw it outside and stepped on it, then crumpled the dirty rag into a ball, just enough to plug the mouth of the vase.

He clipped the yellow talisman that Fatty had given him into the gap of the dirty rag, exposing half of it, feeling the sense of age and the oppressive feeling brought by the broken talisman. Jiang Cheng was genuinely happy for Lin Qianqian.

After doing all this, Jiang Cheng carried the porcelain vase, and with a fountain pen and white paper in his other hand, he set off.

Arriving at the scene, everything was as Li Bai and the others had described. Six pits were scattered on the ground without any regularity, each half a meter deep. A hoe was lying on the ground, and a threshold was leaning diagonally on the ground.

According to Li Bai, she found a small room for storing tools nearby, and she also took a hoe, which was now lying in the flower bed not far from the door.

Putting down what he had brought, Jiang Cheng found the flower bed that Li Bai had mentioned, and also found the hoe.

But he didn't plan to use it. Instead, he found the small room for storing tools himself, and selected a handy and reliable tool from it. After returning, he only had two marks left in front of him.

Number 7 and Number 8.

One was him, and the other was Lin Qianqian.

Fortunately, the handwriting on them was written with a fountain pen, and the paper was similar to the one he had brought. Li Bai and the others' descriptions were very accurate, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to concentrate on dealing with his own problem first. As the pit got deeper and deeper, he also found the resentful infant bottle that belonged to him.

With Yao, Shun, and Yu's experience as a warning, Jiang Cheng didn't act rashly after digging up the porcelain vase. Instead, he squatted down and shone the mirror on the porcelain vase. Through the reflection of the mirror, Jiang Cheng saw a dark face protruding from behind the porcelain vase. The face was very small, about the size of one and a half adult fists. The two milky white eyeballs were filled with resentment.

It was a resentful infant...

But with his naked eyes, there was nothing around the resentful infant bottle except soil.

If someone hadn't informed him in advance, or if he didn't have this mirror, then as long as he dragged the resentful infant bottle out of the pit today, he would be entangled by the resentful infant, and one of his yang flames would be extinguished instantly.

But fortunately, as Yao, Shun, and Yu said, there were no ifs here.

After the aura of the resentful infant completely disappeared, Jiang Cheng dragged the resentful infant bottle out of the pit. He rested for less than a minute before turning his attention to Lin Qianqian's position at number 8.

Now it was time to do some serious work.

He didn't dare to touch Lin Qianqian's position. After all, this was a place where resentful infants gathered. If he dug up someone else's position randomly, he was afraid that it would cause big trouble.

He chose a location about 2 meters away from Lin Qianqian's position. It was relatively dark here, the kind of darkness where things became very blurry when you lowered your head, but not so dark that you needed to turn on a flashlight.

He had asked Li Bai before, and Li Bai had given him a rough description of this feng shui layout based on her memory. According to Li Bai's analysis, the area under his current position should be empty, a blank space in the feng shui layout.

But even so, Jiang Cheng dug with great care, until he was sure that there was really nothing underneath.

He stopped digging when he reached a depth of a little more than half a meter. He took the "resentful infant bottle" he had assembled, and first used the dug-out mud to wrap the mouth of the bottle and part of the body, focusing on exposing the yellow, broken talisman.

Then he put the porcelain vase into the pit bit by bit, tamping the surrounding soil after putting in a little.

Jiang Cheng never skimped on such things. He worked very meticulously, filling the soil back in layer by layer, which took him a lot of time just to fill in the soil.

He was more attentive than when he was digging his own resentful infant bottle.

After burying the self-made "resentful infant bottle," Jiang Cheng restored the surface soil. Fortunately, there was broken soil left by other people digging pits nearby, and it was dark, so he was sure that Lin Qianqian wouldn't have time to check carefully.

After doing all this, Jiang Cheng imitated Luo Tianhe's handwriting and used the paper and pen he brought to write the same marked paper, and pressed it on the position he had just restored with a silver dollar.

Next, Jiang Cheng set his sights on the threshold. He wrapped his hands in his clothes, moved the heavy threshold over, and placed it squarely on the marked paper he had left behind.

From the outside, the paper was almost completely blocked.

Then Jiang Cheng grabbed a few handfuls of broken soil, pretending to sprinkle it around the threshold, and walked around the threshold several times, deliberately leaving two obvious footprints near the slightly brighter areas.

One was a whole foot, and the other was half a foot, with the toes pointing towards the threshold.

Then Jiang Cheng thoughtfully left the tool he had just used on the real number 8 position, found the group chat, and sent a message in the group saying that he had completed the task.

Afterward, Jiang Cheng returned to the address book, found Lin Qianqian's number, and edited a text message: Qianqian, this is your brother Jiang Cheng. You must be careful in the next task. Someone wants to harm us. Remember, don't use the hoe at the scene, there is something wrong with that hoe. Use the tool I left for you. I wish you peace.