When certain environmental factors are "pumped up" a notch or two, someone who no longer had to be so cautious finally began showing a bit more "activity" day by day.
---This was readily apparent from his "joking" tone at the moment.
"Oh, Kuman Thong, quite the famous name."
He kicked open the side wall casually. Behind the shattered plaster and brick wall, an inner hidden room was exposed, revealing a single incense altar resting within.
Wisps of smoke curled upward. The altar consecrated infant corpses replaced by mud figures, and especially the few old earthenware urns no taller than an arm in the back. There was no telling what was packed inside them, with faint sounds resembling infants crying echoing all around.
It made one furrow their brows. After he carefully inspected those mud figures and confirmed they were the real deal that had undergone "organ-stuffing."
Naturally, he had no interest in bothering with the contents inside.
Li Yun merely picked up an item from the altar that had been venerated right beside the central position. It was an old thread-bound book with a grey-blue cover that clearly bore traces of mending, and he skimmed through it casually.
-"Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Arts - Fragmented Volume"
It was a rather interesting item. It styled itself as Yin-Yang and Feng Shui, but once he flipped through it briefly, what actually remained were merely one or two residual chapters belonging to the Feng Shui portion out of the "Yin-Yang" and "Feng Shui" in its moniker. Yet, its comprehensive rating still reached the standard of a Second Tier, which was enough to prove a bit of its true value.
Especially since it actually appeared in the hands of a First Tier curser.
He took a deep look at this frail old man.