On the way back, Yue Qingqing still hadn’t figured it out.
When the Ghost Cultivator left, he had cleanly severed all clues. Yue Qingqing had used her Spiritual Energy to search but found nothing, clearly, the opponent was well-prepared.
And those jars and bottles accidentally left behind, Yue Qingqing wasn’t even sure if they could be considered clues.
Fortunately, Yue Qingqing wasn’t fixating on it too much, still comforting herself in her mind.
I’m just a weak, pitiful, helpless (but can eat) elementary student.
If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll deal with it the next time I encounter them.
The Ghost Cultivator lost the Ghost Mirage this time and probably also suffered a hit to his vitality, so he surely wouldn’t dare to cause trouble for a while.
Thinking this way, Yue Qingqing stopped obsessing and sat on the bus, casually looking out of the window.
"A riot of colors in black!"
The bus reached the station, and Yue Qingqing jumped down, prompting the ticket collector to hurriedly call out,
"Be careful, don’t trip."
Yue Qingqing ran toward where she had looked.
Although she didn’t see anyone, that overwhelmingly oppressive aura was too obvious, and Yue Qingqing simply couldn’t ignore it.
Near Experimental Primary School.
Jiang Jingze walked out from the school campus.
His home was in a villa area not far from the school, less than two hundred meters away—a prime location.
Unlike Zhuancheng No.1 Primary School, Experimental Primary School had another nickname: the Noble School.
After all, its geographical location was excellent. The residents of the surrounding communities were either rich or noble, and children who attended school here usually had some family background.
But this uniqueness also easily attracted some people with ill intentions.
In a narrow alley not far from the school, a few teenagers greedily surveyed the crowd, seeking their target for the day.
Although they weren’t old, these young ruffians had already been in and out of police stations multiple times, their offenses nothing more than theft and extortion.
But they were all underage; the police found them a headache and could do little.
One of the teens’ eyes lit up, fixing on Jiang Jingze.
"Brother Li, him, he definitely looks rich."
Never mind his attire, the lad clearly stood out from ordinary students, what was that word—right, aristocratic!
So good-looking, definitely some wealthy family’s young master.
Definitely a big fat sheep.
A look of greed flashed in the so-called Brother Li’s eyes.
"Zhang San, find a way to bring him over."
A tall teenager darted out.
Jiang Jingze looked at the grimacing man in front of him, who purposely showed off the poor-quality black tattoo on his arm.
The expected scene of the fat sheep trembling at the sight of himself, didn’t happen.
Watching Jiang Jingze’s calm demeanor, Zhang San, who fancied himself a lawless rogue, was quite dissatisfied and grew more hostile.
"Our boss wants to see you," he said, moving closer on purpose and threatening, "If you don’t want to lose face in public, come with me."
Jiang Jingze glanced at him, "Who is your boss?"
"Enough talk! Come with me." Zhang San flashed a dagger tucked into his belt.
This was their usual trick; no kid this age could see it and not tremble with fear.
Sure enough, the overly handsome boy oh-ed, and obediently followed him.
Brother Li sneered, waving his hand as his henchmen surrounded Jiang Jingze.
"Hand over all the money on you." Brother Li, mimicking the gangsters from the movies, pulled out his dagger and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
The freshly sharpened dagger was especially sharp, cutting a slice through Brother Li’s tongue.
Brother Li, in pain enough to cry, yet feeling it too unseemly for his image, forcibly maintained an indifferent expression.
Jiang Jingze looked at the few people, his face void of any expression, just sighing.
He put his backpack on the ground, and then took off his jacket.
After a moment’s thought, he untied the red string from his wrist and placed it inside the side of his backpack.