Li Dan lifted his teacup and took a light sip without answering directly.
"Lin Sir, good and evil are just a matter of whose hands something is in. If that Qin Zombie were left unchecked, countless lives would be lost."
"I took him in, which means I put him in a cage and made him work for me, fighting things even more vicious than he is. It's like the police using guns. A gun itself is neither good nor evil. What matters is who you point it at."
Uncle Feng fell silent for a moment. Although he did not quite agree with that philosophy, he could not refute it either.
"Ring, ring—"
The ringing sounded especially jarring in the quiet Taoist hall.
Uncle Feng frowned slightly and picked up the receiver. "Hello, Tung Ping Chau Police Station. This is Lin Feng."
On the other end was a young officer speaking urgently over a noisy background. He seemed to be calling from a busy police station somewhere in the city.
"Uncle Feng! It's Ah Man! We've got a strange case here in Kowloon, and we'd like your advice!"
"What kind of case?" Uncle Feng asked gravely.
"It's about a group of antique dealers. A guy named Guo Dunhuang took two apprentices into a cave in the far northwest to dig for treasure. Apparently, they dug up three bodies and shipped them back to Hong Kong."
"We thought it was a case of smuggling mummified corpses, but the medical examiner just called... He said they aren't mummified corpses at all!"
A trace of fear crept into the voice on the other end.
"The bodies have yellow paper stuck to them, and they're preserved so well they look alive! And... the guys at the morgue just said the little one's gone missing! As