Yu Mancang made a decision; he did not plan to say goodbye to his family anymore, but chose revenge, to which Fang Zheng naturally had no objection.

"Yu Lingjia?"

Watching Fang Zheng leave, Monkey scratched the back of his head:

"I seem to have heard this name before."

"Call and ask."

He took out his phone, ready to make a call to inquire, then suddenly thought of something and smacked his forehead, sprinting off in a certain direction.

Before long.

Monkey, panting heavily, blocked the path of the two women, and raised his hand towards one of them:

"Yu... Yu, do you remember me? Hou Qiyu from Big Data Technology, we met at the start of the semester."

"Hou."

Yu Lingjia’s eyes were red, still immersed in the grief of losing her friend, she nodded upon hearing him:

"Do you need something?"

"Someone’s looking for you." Monkey straightened up, pointing in a general direction:

"A few days ago, I met your father on the road; he seemed to send a Daoist to check on you."

"What did you say?" Yu Lingjia was stunned.

"I said..."

"Pa!"

A slap landed on Monkey’s face.

Yu Lingjia trembled all over, clenching her hands tightly, the veins on her neck bulging:

"Enough!"

She shouted angrily:

"Hou, this joke is not funny at all, my father passed away months ago, do you find this amusing?"

"Ah!"

Monkey covered his face, stunned on the spot:

"How could it be?"

"I... I definitely saw your father, at the time two of my friends were present, it was on the mountain path up Eighteen Bends."

"..." Yu Lingjia stared at him intently, seeing Monkey’s bewildered expression not seeming fake, she herself became confused.

"How could it be?"

"If father didn’t have an accident, why wouldn’t he come back to see us? The Public Security Bureau said there was blood on the ground, indicating he was probably killed."

"Could it be... father really isn’t dead!"

She hadn’t seen her father’s body, but at the scene of Yu Mancang’s car accident, there were heavy bloodstains, leaving almost zero chances of survival.

With no news for months, Yu Lingjia naturally thought her father had been killed and frequently went to the Public Security Bureau to inquire about the investigation, yet there were never any leads.

"Hou... Hou."

Her heart trembled, myriad thoughts surged together, showing hope, anxiety, and nervousness in her eyes, she carefully asked:

"Are you sure you saw my father?"

"I should be." Monkey hesitated for a moment, saying:

"Maybe it was the wrong person."

"Look, you look." Yu Lingjia shakily took out her phone, opened a photo, and pointed at one person in it to ask:

"Is this the person you saw?"

"It’s him!"

Monkey nodded emphatically, confirming: 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"It’s indeed him."

"That’s my father!" Yu Lingjia stepped forward abruptly, gripping Monkey’s sleeves tightly, her voice choked:

"Where did you see him?"

"Please, I really want to see him!"

"Sob..."

Before finishing her words, she broke into tears.

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"Bad luck!"

Cheng Tao tugged at his collar, cursed softly, and then pulled out his phone, turning up a number and dialed it.

"Young Master Cheng."

The call connected, laughter came from the other end:

"I got new stuff here, want to try?"

"I’m at the hotel."

Cheng Tao spoke coldly:

"Send some girls over to keep me company, I’m in a foul mood today, got messed up by a woman."

"Not comfortable?" The voice on the other end raised:

"Who dared to make Young Master Cheng uncomfortable? I’ll make them pay, a woman? You won’t seriously fall for her, right?"

"Bullshit!"

Cheng Tao cursed:

"The woman jumped off a building to kill herself, her messed-up mind has nothing to do with me, alright?"

"Suicided?" The other party chuckled:

"No problem then, I’ll send some top-quality ones over to help you relax."

They exchanged address and set a time, then hung up the call.

Cheng Tao lay on the bed, breathing heavily, completely unnoticeable as a wisp of black smoke slipped into the room, silently entwining his presence.

Shaoqing.

"Young Master Cheng!"

"Handsome!"

Several ladies entered the room, snuggling up to Cheng Tao, and in the blink of an eye, clothes were in disarray.

Countless breaths mixed together.

Cheng Tao blushed, eager to demonstrate, when suddenly he screamed out in pain, his eyes went black, almost fainting on the spot.

"Young Master Cheng!"

"What’s wrong?"

"Call an ambulance!"

The passion faded from the ladies’ faces, and they gasped in alarm.

......

In the next room.

Fang Zheng turned his head at the noise, shook his head, and returned his gaze to the black ceramic jar in his hand.

When it comes to ceramics, he counts as an expert; even as a simple pottery piece, this Zhong Kui Ghost-Catching Jar is of fine quality.

Also a millennia-old antique with inscriptions on it, no wonder the starting auction price could exceed tens of millions.

"Turns out it’s a Sacrificial Artifact!"

Fang Zheng mumbled.

So-called Sacrificial Artifacts are specialized tools for worshipping the Divine Spirit.

These implements are often meticulously crafted to express mortal awe of the Divine Spirit, often engraved with corresponding divine imagery.

Just like this clay jar in front of him.

"In ancient times, humans and gods coexisted, and the Human Race was blessed by the Divine Spirit to withstand natural and man-made disasters."

Certain memories of Master Jiuyuan surfaced in the Sea of Consciousness, making Fang Zheng ponder:

"The Human Race was divided into factions by clan, each venerating different Divine Spirits, engaging in warfare and conquests, and that’s when the earliest texts were born."

"Known as Ancient Divine Text!"

There wasn’t just one type of Divine Text, but many.

At least,

Master Jiuyuan learned from excavation in the relics that there are no fewer than a dozen types, demonstrating the multitude of ’Divine Spirits’ in ancient times.

However...

Despite the numerous Ancient Divine Texts, many shared common aspects, with the knowledge inheritance from Master Jiuyuan, Fang Zheng could also attempt to decipher the content on them.