Jade-Bodied Infant, Year-Eating Hotel

A black car was driving on the side road.

The streetlights on both sides cast a soft glow, and the flowers and plants emitted a delicate fragrance.

There are public service signs on the grass that say "Please do not trample on it," and there are also speakers disguised as stones. During the peak tourist season, melodious music will play from the stones.

This is Coloane Island, one of the three islands in the city, and also the least densely populated of the three, with fewer than 30,000 permanent residents.

Because of its beautiful environment, this place is considered a great place for leisure and vacation.

Although Wang Zifang is the manager of Azure Cloud Security Company, being able to buy a villa here is not something that can be achieved solely through her salary.

Besides his side jobs, he also had a lucky year, making a few bucks at those casinos.

The crew-cut guys were all envious and urged him to continue gambling, but he was very restrained and knew when to quit while he was ahead.

Those big casinos don't usually need to cheat customers with tricks; they can make a fortune just by relying on probability and feng shui.

For example, the tiger and lion head layout of the Old Lisboa is believed to attract and retain wealth, while the bats symbolize good fortune and dominance.

The Grand Lisboa is shaped like a lotus flower, with a canopy inside that gathers wind and water, attracting customers and ensuring that wealth is not lost.

The Wynn Casino, owned by the North America gambling tycoon, is like a large concave bronze mirror, hindering competitors. When it was built, it also conformed to the prosperous pattern of wealth and offspring in the seventh period of the Lower Yuan.

In these big casinos, if you win a few times and then quickly get out, others might just think you have good self-control and are lucky. But if you win too much, it will definitely attract attention.

As for smaller casinos, they are more prone to unexpected problems.

Wang Zifang won money not because of her own skill, so she naturally didn't intend to attract too much attention.

He parked his car in the garage, went home, and turned on the living room light himself.

They've already bought a villa, but they haven't hired any maids. They only hire a cleaning lady when Wang Zifang is home alone; otherwise, they don't feel comfortable leaving anyone in their house.

"Call!!"

Wang Zifang placed her brass knuckles on the coffee table, opened the refrigerator, drank half a can of beer, and then, to bolster her spirits, headed towards the basement.

His basement was very well-built, with several large hiking backpacks and high-calorie food in one corner. At first glance, it looked like a safe house prepared by some apocalyptic enthusiast.

If an outsider were to come in and take a cursory look, they wouldn't be able to discern anything unusual.

But once he took out the key and opened the white-painted metal cabinet, the scene in the basement seemed somewhat disjointed.

Inside the large white-painted iron cabinet, it was surprisingly fitted into the shape of an antique shrine.

The carvings on the shrine are not the usual auspicious clouds, Xianhe, and treasure basins, but a group of ancient people holding tree branches in their left hands and swords and spears in their right hands, all looking fervent and shouting loudly, as if they are about to attend a grand event.

The statue seated in the shrine is even more bizarre, its entire body seemingly carved from black jade.

His head was clearly that of an old man with a long beard, but the hands and feet that were visible under his robe were those of an infant.

Wang Zifang lit an incense stick and respectfully kowtowed three times.

The bizarre statue, with the head of an old man and the body of an infant, trembled slightly, and a voice seemed to be calling from across the wall.

"Jade! Where is the jade?"

The statue demanded, "Where is my spleen?"

"Your Excellency, please allow me to report!"

Wang Zifang quickly said, "The sect leader mentioned last time that the aura of the Spleen Jade is strange and not clear to sense. It seems to be far away or in some hidden place. It suddenly became strong for a while, but quickly became chaotic again."

"Based on this information, I roughly determined a target."

"This person is a mental patient. The hospital he was in was quite prestigious and had excellent feng shui. A while ago, his strength increased abnormally, he escaped from the hospital, repeatedly injured people, and is now hiding on Hengqin Island."

"I immediately led a group to the island to search it under the pretext of taking on a business deal, but then the government officials got involved and killed that person."

Crackling sound!!!

The statue's swaying was imperceptible to the naked eye, but the sound of the statue's base rubbing against the shrine was clearly becoming more and more frequent.

The temperature in the entire basement was noticeably higher.

Sweat beaded on Wang Zifang's forehead.

"I heeded the cult leader's teaching to keep a low profile, and at the time, all my actions had to conform to my public identity. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I dared not obstruct him."

"Moreover, those two government officials are quite cunning, and I don't have a sliver of a chance of winning."

The strange noises from the statue subsided somewhat.

"Madman?"

The statue murmured, "My Spleen Jade has actually been revived in a madman. Oh well, I didn't expect that either."

If this had happened back then, such poor handling of the situation would have warranted punishment according to religious rules.

But there's no other way.

When the Dragon Flower Cult uprising failed, even he, the sect leader, was severely injured by a powerful enemy. He gradually lost the essence of his five internal organs, his physical body turned into jade, and his soul turned into Evil Spirit, barely clinging to life.

He was able to escape to sea thanks to the desperate protection of the remaining followers, but he did not last long on the island before falling into a deep sleep.

Back then, this island only had some local poor people, who were clearly easy to manage.

According to the plan of the followers at the time, within two generations they would be able to control several nearby islands, retrieve the essence of the five internal organs, and once again plot to conquer the coast, hold a grand ceremony, and communicate with the gods.

But I don't know what went wrong later.

This cult leader had been asleep for hundreds of years, only gradually waking up a few years ago to find the island completely transformed, with everything changed beyond recognition.

This Wang Zifang is already the most capable person among his current followers.

At least it helped him find the Liver Jade and the Heart Jade.

As a practitioner who worships the Dragon Flower Tree, Liu Tianxu, in his jade body state, has a distinct sensitivity only to his Liver Jade.

Wood generates fire, fire generates earth, so the next step is to find the Spleen Jade.

Now that the host of the Spleen Jade is dead, the spirit of the Spleen Jade will surely be dispelled, and things will become complicated.

The statue remained silent for a moment, then made its decision.

He was willing to sacrifice his own consciousness, even if it meant consuming some less important memories, in order to reverse-engineer the Heart Jade and Liver Jade.

Fire originates from wood, and wood originates from water.

Wang Zifang knelt there, unaware of what the statue was doing.

However, he could feel that the inexplicable heat in the room was rapidly fading, giving way to a chilly atmosphere.

The damp cold made one feel as if they were in a dilapidated house leaking water in the dead of winter.

However, the basement was extremely dry.

"Um?!"

A voice filled with anger emanated from the statue.

"Why is the sensation from the Kidney Jade so faint and weak?"

In his current state, it was already difficult to deduce the location of his internal organs, and after paying the price, he still couldn't get any results and couldn't sense the direction.

Liu Tianxu was furious.

"I chose a madman for my Spleen Jade, and what the hell did I choose for my Kidney Jade?!"

The key is that if both forward and reverse reasoning fail, he won't be able to sense the location of his Lung Jade.

Unless, one day, the holder of the Lung Jade is blind and stands in front of him.

In other words, three of his internal organs could not be found.

"My jade, my jade, it's all mine..."

The statue spoke in a deep, lower voice than before, but Wang Zifang felt even more terrified.

He was racking his brains, trying to think of something to say.

The entrance to the basement was suddenly lifted.

The light from the overhead lights was much brighter than the basement lights, illuminating the sloping staircase.

Who goes there?!

Wang Zifang suddenly turned around, shifting from a half-squatting position to a position on the cabinet, poised to strike, filled with shock and vigilance.

The entrance to his basement was very well hidden, and the Dragon Flower Cult Leader was also hiding there.

If a stranger were to approach his villa, the cult leader would immediately notice.

The statue of Liu Tianxu was also alarmed because the other party had deceived its senses; under its robe, light spots appeared on its heart and liver areas.

The Evil Spirit that arise from the separation of the five internal organs from the body are already different from the original consciousness.

He originally kept the two jade Evil Spirit to use Evil Spirit to sense the other internal organs.

Now that all hope is lost and a powerful enemy is approaching, it's best to completely shatter these two Evil Spirit and refine them back to their origin.

Two figures descended the stairs.

The man in the black suit had blue eyes and a slightly wide chin, making him look like he was of mixed race.

The woman in the red suit and short skirt had neck-length black hair, diamond earrings, a beautiful face, and strikingly vibrant lips.

Both of them had remarkable presence, and just looking at them, Wang Zifang felt she didn't have much of a chance of winning.

But after the two of them got off, they simply stood on either side of each other without saying a word.

Despair!

Another person came down from upstairs.

Italian handmade leather shoes, white suit trousers, and a sandalwood cane.

The elderly man, with his silver hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white beard, wore a smile that surprisingly gave him a kind appearance.

"The Dragon Flower Cult Leader!"

He immediately recognized the statue's identity, his voice calm and steady, "I overheard your conversation just now; it seemed you were looking for some personal belongings?"

"Forgive my bluntness, but this move is quite unwise. Hundreds of years have passed; how deep must the estrangement be between you and those things? Even if you retrieve them all, I'm afraid you still won't be able to restore your cultivation level from when you were alive."

"Besides, it seems you can't find it."

When Wang Zifang saw the old man, she broke out in a cold sweat.

He no longer wanted to know how the other party had overheard their conversation in his soundproof basement.

All he wanted to do was escape, but he was also afraid that any move he made would lead to a terrible fate, so he could only pin his hopes on his cult leader.

"You... ha, ha, ha!"

Three slow, drawn-out chuckles emanated from the statue.

"Your eyes look familiar... so you're not exactly an enemy. Junior, are you here to be my strategist?"

The silver-haired man didn't seem to care. "Master, the time you've been conscious may not be longer than the years I've lived."

"I had several choices, but after careful consideration, I decided to choose Longhua. Unfortunately, he is not as good as I've heard. Master, do you need me to give you some pointers? You've forgotten your roots."

The statue asked in surprise, "Have I forgotten my roots?"

"Your rise to prominence is due to the attention you've received from the Longhua Flower God, and the existence of a powerful channel for communication with the divine. This is fundamental. Now that you've been revived, you should continue to find ways to communicate with the God of Longhua; nothing else matters."

The silver-haired man spoke slowly and deliberately, tapping the stairs lightly with his sandalwood cane.

This era is far better than the one you lived in; it just depends on whether you can seize the opportunity.

"Now you control the channels, but you can't use them well. I suggest you... pledge allegiance to me."

The statue glowed faintly, then fell silent.

It wasn't the feeling of falling into silence, but rather like becoming an ordinary statue.

The basement fell into a deathly silence.

Wang Zifang could only hear her own soft breathing.

But a few seconds later, he could barely hear himself breathing.

The air became increasingly heavy, making it difficult to inhale through the mouth and nose.

The human body feels as if it's been stuffed into mud, every pore experiencing a sticky, stagnant sensation from which it cannot escape.

When the eyes lose their moisture, illusions quickly begin to appear.

The basement was filled with two opposing energy fields, their arc-shaped, colorless boundaries locked in a fierce struggle.

The powerful thrust brought the boundaries of the aura ever closer to the shrine.

This night is destined to be eventful.

Of those who were hired, almost none went home after leaving Hengqin Island.

Some went to bars to have fun, while others went to watch late-night fashion shows to relax.

Some people went to the hotel.

A girl with a few freckles on her face and hair so short it was almost bald walked into the Year-Eating Hotel and took the elevator to the top floor.

The restaurant has staff on each of its lower floors recruiting elevator operators; guests are welcome to recommend specific floors.

On the top floor, a lazy man with half his face covered by his hair asked, "Little Qin's back. Did the deal go through?"

"Pooh!"

Little Qin cursed, "Your documents are years out of date. That madman is way better than me. Luckily someone interfered, otherwise I would have been done for."

The man flicked off his cigarette ash, looking distracted. "I see."

Little Qin asked suspiciously, "What happened at the shop?"

The man said, "Su Ha is back from Nanyang. Seeing that we haven't been able to find Old Man Nie for years, he suggested blowing up the Nie Family's biggest casino."

Little Qin was taken aback and cursed, "Is he excreting rice and eating maggots? Doing this kind of thing in China, does he want to die?"

"I heard that rocket launcher exchanges are common over there. He probably hasn't adjusted to the new mindset yet. Don't worry, I've already refused."

The man said, "I'm still the boss, but I feel like Su Ha's strength is almost on par with mine."

Little Qin said indignantly, "Could it be that Old Man Nie isn't in the country? I heard that his biological daughter is in North America managing affairs?"

The man with the cigarette in his mouth looked very confident.

"He's so superstitious about feng shui and physiognomy that several groups of people have told him since he was young that he would have great luck in Macau, and that the more he's down, the less likely he is to go anywhere else."

"Two years ago, he had a brain tumor. The Americas Spiritual Cultivation Association invited him to Yellowstone Volcano for recuperation and treatment, but he refused to leave, preferring to stay here and face attacks from the business world and endless assassination attempts."

"If he managed to pull through, he must be even more convinced that this is his lucky place, and that he's definitely still in the Macau."

The man's long hair fluttered, revealing half of his Scarface, missing his left eye and with his skin peeled off.

We will find him!