I released my Substitute Ghost Gu from a safe distance to inspect the contents. After rummaging around, I found there was practically nothing left. The oilpaper bundles contained talismans, books, and other things vulnerable to moisture. Once I found a few useful items, I left the rest alone. Greed would not make me rich; it might only lead me into my great-uncle's trap.
But I was definitely taking the Ten Thousand Crows Pot. It was an extraordinarily mysterious treasure. Among my great-uncle's books, I also found some notes and insights concerning the Demon Refining Pot. With a little more research, I should be able to use this treasure, which pleased me considerably.
In some of the old books, Zhou Shan's new insights into ghost summoning were truly remarkable. It was a shame he had ultimately strayed down an evil path. Otherwise, he could have been an outstanding successor to the Ghost Dao, rather than meeting such a miserable end here. Yet as I read the later accounts he had left concerning the Ghost Dao, I could imagine how conflicted he had been. He probably had not wanted to abandon the Ghost Dao, but it seemed he had finally taken this road of no return for his grandson, Zhou Feng.
That was also why he had knelt when he saw the Supreme Sovereign of the Ghost Dao earlier.
I patted the ancient book in my hand, intending to tuck it into my shoulder bag, but as dust rose from it, I suddenly noticed something resembling a book card fall out. I picked it up, struck by a sense of familiarity. Strange, ghostly symbols were drawn on the cardboard-like card, just like the one I had taken from Bu Yuxin. My interest immediately stirred. I hurriedly retrieved the original card from a