Chapter 28: Sudden Incident

I glanced at Han Shanshan’s house across the way; the lights were out, so she must have gone to bed.

I unlocked my door to find the television still on. As I walked over to turn it off, I found Yu Xiaoxue curled up on the sofa, wearing a pale green silk nightgown. Her hair, like a cascading waterfall, spilled from the sofa onto the rug—perhaps she had just finished blow-drying it. She was sound asleep, though a trace of tears lingered at the corner of her eyes; it seemed she had been crying earlier.

Remembering that she was now homeless, while I at least still had a mother in the neighboring county, I reached out with a pang of pity and touched her flushed cheek. My movement caused her to shift, and her loose nightgown fell open, revealing a vast expanse of snowy skin. My breathing quickened. I swallowed hard, but this sight clearly displeased my "wife-sister," as I felt a sudden chill behind me. Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed a blanket from nearby and draped it over her. Although the weather was a bit chilly, it wasn't cold enough to catch a cold, and after covering her, I retreated to the study.

I opened Zhao Qian’s computer and began searching for the history of Liancheng Mountain. The images that initially popped up weren't what I was looking for, but once I added the character "Small" to the search term, I found exactly what I needed. Unfortunately, the results only contained descriptions of the scenic area, with no mention of the ancient tomb complex.

I gave up the search and recalled Zhao Qian’s evaluation of the area’s feng shui. I opened a map and discovered that the entire county was surrounded by vast mountains and waters, stretching endlessly like two giant dragons—one blue and one green—twisting in a struggle. The shooting range site appeared to be exactly where these two dragons intersected. It was highly profound. I don't know much about feng shui, but this point alone made me feel that the location was truly intriguing.

The tomb raiders had died in their own tunnel; the stench of their corpses still made me shudder. It seemed that if one or two people died there, no one would ever notice. Once the rains came and the soil collapsed, they would simply be buried in the mass grave, never to be found. The tomb's occupant was undoubtedly a malevolent spirit, but I wasn't sure how fierce it was or if it possessed any intelligence. Regardless, it was possible that it was on the same level as Xijun.

Grandmother’s notes contained records of visiting such places, and the more powerful the yin energy of a site, the higher the likelihood of a formidable spirit appearing. Of course, if I could harness such a spirit and keep it as my own, it would undoubtedly be a powerful asset. After all, I couldn't rely solely on Xijun for every battle; if I were caught in a pincer attack, lacking multiple combat capabilities would leave me in a very passive position.

As I pondered these things, my mouse drifted aimlessly until I clicked into Zhao Qian’s photo album. My eyes lit up, and I clicked in without thinking. There were thousands of photos, spanning from elementary school to college. I looked through them with interest, starting from her grade school days, and found that she had worn glasses back then, looking like a little bookworm, thin and small.

She was still wearing glasses in high school, but by then, although she was still a nerd, her figure had begun to develop. There were a dozen photos of her trip to Beihai where the young girl wore a swimsuit; she was quite sexy, and her snowy white bosom was very eye-catching. I noticed that my "wife-sister" remained still, which made me happy; it seemed that while she could warn me of yin energy and dangerous auras, her closed eyes were not a deliberate act of watching me, but rather the result of her being truly