At Sai Kung Pier, the sea wind howled.
Several speedboats bobbed on the waves, the roar of their engines mingling with the salty, damp scent of seawater.
"Lin Sir, according to the compass, the strongest yin energy lies to the southwest, probably on one of the outlying islands near Lantau Island."
Uncle Feng held his ancestral Bagua Compass, his brows tightly furrowed.
Although its needle no longer spun wildly as it had before, it still trembled incessantly. Clearly, the magnetic field over there was extremely unstable.
"The southwest covers such a huge area. How are we supposed to find it?" Jin Maiji, who had been sent to assist them, wore a miserable expression. All he wanted now was to go home and take a hot shower, not feed mosquitoes out on the pitch-black sea.
"Shh—quiet! I'm pinpointing the location through Molecular Flavor Identification."
An incongruous voice interrupted their complaints.
Leon was crouched on a stone bollard at the pier, holding the ancient jade pendant that had fallen from the Qin Zombie. He stuck out his tongue and, with a look of pure bliss—gave it a lick.
"Slurp."
Everyone fell silent.
Even Uncle Feng, an experienced Taoist master who had seen all sorts of things, could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmm... the top note is salty seawater, the middle note is two thousand years of corpse stench, and the base note..."
Leon smacked his lips, then suddenly opened his eyes. His sunglasses flashed with a gleam of wisdom beneath the streetlight. "It's salted fish! The smell of well-aged salted fish!"
He abruptly pointed toward a pitch-black stretch of sea to the southwest. "Over there! A giant can of salted fish! And I'm certain it hasn't been opened yet. That flavor is absolutely authentic!"
"A can of