Chapter 85: Chapter 85: The Ancestor Asks Fu Shiyan for Help
Jiangli stood in front of the building, looking left and right. Her gaze quickly fell to the ground beneath her feet.
Here, she smelled a strong scent of yin energy and blood.
Seeing her standing there motionless for a long time, Xia Xin walked over anxiously, “Ancestor, have you discovered something?”
Jiangli squatted down and touched the ground, “Is there a way to split open the ground?”
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin’s brows jumped, and he glanced at Shuaishuai in his arms, “His, his bones…”
“Yes, they should be right here,” Jiangli said calmly, nodding her head as she knew what he was about to say.
Xia Xin wasn’t so calm and almost jumped, “Fuck! No, that can’t be. Ancestor, this, how do we open up such a tall building!”
Jiangli stroked her chin, “You don’t have a way? If you don’t, how about using my method to split the ground open?”
Flashes of various mystic techniques from TV dramas crossed Xia Xin’s mind, making his face twitch, as he quickly tried to stop her, “No, no, no, Ancestor! We are now a society of laws, we don’t do that kind of thing anymore!”
“You have no way, and you won’t let me use my method. What should we do?” Jiangli frowned at him, speechless.
Xia Xin: “…… This, this…” he pondered, “How about we call the police?”
“No, that’s not right…”
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head, rejecting his own suggestion, “No, we can’t just ask the police to tear down someone’s house without evidence…”
All those mystic techniques, those tracking methods, none of them counted as evidence.
If they told the police that, the police would probably think they were crazy.
What are they supposed to do now?
Xia Xin couldn’t think of a better solution at the moment.
“Abbot—” At that moment, Liu Rongrong and Xu Yang, supporting each other, walked over.
Liu Rongrong looked towards Jiangli with trepidation and despair, choking up, “Abbot, our Shuaishuai…”
“If nothing unexpected happened, he should be underneath here,” Jiangli simply pointed beneath the tall building.
The color drained from Liu Rongrong’s face, and she almost collapsed, her legs giving way beneath her.
Xu Yang, beside her, clumsily steadied her, his own complexion just as ghastly. Clenching his teeth, he managed, “Abbot, is there any possibility that there’s been a mistake?”
Jiangli said, “I have never made such a basic error since I entered Xuanmen.”
Xu Yang and Liu Rongrong were pale and speechless.
After a few seconds, Liu Rongrong knelt on the ground and began to sob uncontrollably.
Xu Yang crouched down and hugged her, his own eyes filling with tears.
Xia Xin felt extremely distressed, “Ancestor, isn’t there a normal way to dig up the ground? At the very least, to let them see their child’s remains so Shuaishuai can be laid to rest sooner. It would be some solace for them, right?”
Jiangli paused for a moment, and suddenly someone came to her mind.
She immediately asked Xia Xin, “You remember that military officer who came to have his fortune told? Xia Xin, can you get in touch with him?”
The military officer…?
Hearing this title, it took Xia Xin a while to realize whom Jiangli was referring to.
“The military man the Ancestor is talking about? I’m not sure about that, but I have Fu Shiyan’s contact information, the one who came with him, the man who seemed like the boss,” Xia Xin’s eyes lit up, “Right, Ancestor, he also added you as a friend, did you see it?”
“What friend?” It was clear Jiangli hadn’t seen it.
Xia Xin suggested she take out her phone and look at the WeChat friend request list—sure enough, there was a new request.