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The younger brother's expression grew even more anguished. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, "Brother, save me..."
I asked, "Who did this to you?"
Tears glimmered in his eyes as he answered, "An old Taoist priest I didn't know. He was ruthless!"
Someone capable of arranging a yin dwelling and killing people invisibly, and a Taoist priest at that—such people were rare nowadays. Finding that old Taoist among 1.3 billion people would be like looking for a needle in the ocean.
Seeming to see my confusion, the younger brother pointed at the head of his bed and said, "That old Taoist coveted one of the Xu Family's treasures. I refused to give it to him, so he harmed me!"
Trembling, I walked to the bedside. A crack suddenly appeared in the cement-plastered wall, revealing an exquisite box.
I took out the box and opened it, finding a piece of green jade inside. The jade was of exceptional quality, smooth and lustrous like clear water, flowing with a delicate, gentle sheen.
The green jade was shaped like a tiger's head. Though covered in dust, its intricate patterns remained clearly visible.
The younger brother told me that this piece of green jade was a Xu Family heirloom. Their business had gone smoothly over the years, likely in large part because of this jade.
Though that was what he said, I had my doubts. If this green jade was truly so miraculous, why would the old Taoist disregard innocent lives to seize it?
In my view, a master with profound Taoist skills, one who understood how to arrange yin dwellings and use feng shui to kill, would never act over such a small amount of money. They had a thousand ways to obtain that piece of jade.
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