Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 465 - 43 I Have the Thousand Miles Tracking Technique

Wang Yunxiao wasn’t trying to make light of He Lan’s situation. It was rather that the other party had clearly tampered with her, and in such circumstances, one couldn’t be too careful.

In terms of the depths of inhumanity, he had seen his fair share at the Nederland Consulate as well.

Younger netizens of future generations, having lived in the greenhouse of their youth, would feel that the nation was on the brink of collapse when they saw tattooed men eating barbecue and, after getting drunk, swinging bottles to hit people—convinced that all justice and public morality in the world had ceased to exist.

They could hardly imagine a scene so cruel where someone would use a drone to play the sounds of a baby crying, luring civilians out to be shot.

The piece of skin on Wang Yunxiao’s arm did not remain active for long and soon began to decay and stink. Perhaps the other party also realized that such sorcery had no effect on him, and thus stopped expending futile efforts.

After quite some time, Old Master He returned with the Fat Shopkeeper.

Disheveled and looking worn out, the old master sat on the kang bed and sighed, "In the end, it’s because of old age; this old frame of mine hasn’t been exercised in a long while, almost making a fool of myself."

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, yes, exactly.

The first time I met you, sir, you looked exactly like this, half-dead.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, the lad got away. But, I left something on him."

After taking a drink of liquor, Old Master He said to the Fat Shopkeeper, "You go and arrange a coffin for Jin Buhuan. He was a man after all; we can’t let him be without a place to lie down. Then, you and Little Lanzi should lay low for a few days and stay out of this mess."

The Fat Shopkeeper seemed somewhat reluctant but was aware of the situation’s gravity and finally nodded silently.

It was clear that the enemy still hadn’t confirmed his relationship with He Lan, which was why they hadn’t dealt her a heavy blow. If they had made the connection, they might even have targeted He Lan’s mother.

To deal with these villains, one needed to be even more cunning than they were.

Old Master He then took a snuff bottle from his pocket and smiled at Wang Yunxiao, "I know you have a sharp nose but haven’t been trained specifically, have you? Today I will pass on our sect’s Thousand Miles Tracking Technique to you."

Wang Yunxiao shook his head and said, "I want to learn your qinggong."

The old master’s qinggong was the most enigmatic martial arts skill Wang Yunxiao had seen since he had crossed over to this time.

It wasn’t the wire-fu-like qinggong shown in movies. How should I put it... it’s like a ghost, so light and devoid of life that with a swoosh, the person would be gone.

"Tsk, now you’ve become picky. Am I teaching a disciple here, or am I teaching my dad?"

Old Master He got so irritated he started huffing, "Haven’t I told you that practicing the martial arts techniques in your book was enough?"

"It’s not the same, your technique is faster!"

Wang Yunxiao was certain Old Master He was holding back. If the old man could have been involved in the compilation process, it meant his qinggong was definitely valuable and had been recognized by others at the time.

But the book "One Hundred Thousand Rivers and Mountains" was primarily created to guide ordinary people in practicing the martial path and strengthening their physique. In other words, it catered to the general public’s average aptitude, simplifying what could be simplified, without delving into particularly complex knowledge.

Comprehensive, but not high-end enough.

Hearing Wang Yunxiao speak like this, Old Master He seemed unhappy on the surface, but he was actually quite pleased within—as, after all, it was a book compiled by the President. He then cleared his throat and said gravely, "If you won’t learn the Thousand Miles Tracking Technique, you’ll have to track down that lad using your own skills. Don’t startle him; we still need to follow this lead to catch the bigger fish. Once you find him, I’ll consider whether or not to teach you."

"All right!"

Wang Yunxiao jumped off the kang bed, grabbed his bundle, and headed out.

Once he had left, the Fat Shopkeeper glanced at his daughter and couldn’t help but laugh, "Master," he said, "where did you find this little junior brother? I haven’t seen someone with such audacity in many years. I wonder if he’s married. Could you help match him with Little Lanzi?"

Old Master He looked at He Lan, whose face was blushing, and shook his head, "Your girl has grown up in the county town all her life. What kind of good men could she have met? With the little skin-deep skills she learned from her mother, it’s easy to find a man, but to find a good one... I think that’s going to be difficult!"

He Lan, although silent, wore a look of defiance on her face.

Young people are inevitably rebellious, and young women, in particular, are especially confident in this regard.

Men, huh...

Wang Yunxiao never thought about learning the Thousand Miles Tracking Technique, even though it sounded very impressive; its principle, in reality, was not that complicated.

The sense of smell is a very subtle thing, and the difference between a fragrance and a foul smell might be just a fine line. For instance, the fecal ambergris from sperm whales becomes a treasured fragrance among humans. Or take the obvious fact that even though one knows one’s own feces are smelly, one still can’t help but sniff one’s fingers after wiping...

When Old Master He brought out the Imperial Jade Seal earlier, Wang Yunxiao had noticed a layer of some unknown grease on it. Normally, people are not sensitive to the smell that this kind of grease emits, but with just a bit of stimulation of one’s sense of smell, one can distinguish this special odor.

The rest is all down to innate talent.

The smell can easily evaporate into the air, and unless you have a nose as sensitive as a dog’s, it’s hard to detect the scent traces left by others.

Wang Yunxiao happened to have this talent. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Compared to the scent on the Jade Seal, the stench of decay on the human skin was obviously easier to identify.

As long as it doesn’t rain tonight, finding where the Human Skin Painter has settled for the night shouldn’t be difficult.

The real difficulty was what to do next.

The reason Old Master He chose to bring only Wang Yunxiao back for the task, rather than reporting the matter to Qin Xiangdong, was because the complexity of the situation had exceeded the police department’s ability to handle it.

It’s not that I have just leveled up to 10 and am facing a boss in Newbie Village with a lv99 above his head kind of complex.

It’s that you don’t even know who the Newbie Village boss is.

This wasn’t like those deranged cultists from the Blood Cup Sect, who would self-destruct as soon as they were discovered, as if they wished to write ’I am a bad guy’ on their faces.

Who is behind the Human Skin Painter? And who is behind them? Are they the real masterminds, or mere hitmen who take the money and do the job without knowing anything?

What exactly do they want to do with the Imperial Jade Seal? Stamp documents? Is it one document or ten? If they could write any document themselves and make it valid by stamping it, then why choose some remote border area? Why not stir up all the prefectures and counties in the whole region?

What process needs to be followed in between? What needs to be done by whom? Who is kept in the dark, innocent, and who has been bought off, knowingly complicit?

It is perfectly understandable that the President does not have the energy to pay attention to these trifling matters, but within the new government’s yamen, is there really no department specifically in charge of dealing with such issues? What are they thinking? Would my own unilateral action negatively impact their plans?

All these thoughts are problematic.