Jun Feifei scratched her head and began to feel uncertain again.
Yue Qingqing understood her character, "It’s okay, maybe this clue will be useful. You should head home, we should be leaving soon too."
Jun Feifei nodded and walked in the direction of her home.
The rest of the children also went back to their homes.
Yue Qingqing decided to make some preparations today and follow the clue tomorrow.
Her certainty was also related to the glucose bottle she used for pickling tomato sauce five years ago.
Additionally, it seemed that only from the People’s Hospital were there reports of strange diseases during the Ghost Mirage event.
Faintly, Yue Qingqing felt that it indeed might be related to the hospital.
The person must be really capable to stay hidden for so many years.
Although Yue Qingqing felt that in this world of sparse Spiritual Energy, the adversary’s Cultivation Base probably wouldn’t be very impressive, it was still better to be safe than sorry.
Yue Qingqing planned to find a store where she could buy the necessary materials.
After pondering for a moment, she took a bus to a secluded alley.
Very few people visited this street, and the occasional passersby rushed by with displeased expressions.
No wonder, since this street’s shops were all associated with funerals.
At the entrance of the alley were two white wreaths, which rattled disturbingly with the wind, sending chills up one’s spine.
Unlike the bustling prosperity of ordinary streets, this place was eerily quiet, with not a single hawker’s voice to be heard.
Yue Qingqing found a shop.
As soon as she entered, the shopkeeper waved her away.
"What are you doing here, kid? This isn’t a place for you to play."
"I’m here to buy things," Yue Qingqing asked the shopkeeper, "Do you have yellow paper and cinnabar?"
The shopkeeper was just about to ask, "Where is your adult guardian?"
Then he saw Yue Qingqing pull out a bulky wallet filled with money.
Now that her family was well-off, Yue Qingqing never lacked pocket money.
Her grandmother, parents, and aunt all gave her money.
Even every time she returned to Daye Village, her second uncle and second aunt also gave her money.
Seeing that it was indeed a business opportunity, the shopkeeper didn’t push her away anymore.
"A stack of yellow paper and an ounce of cinnabar."
The shopkeeper turned and fetched the items from the shelf for her.
On the shelf, there were also tin ingots, Tiandi Bank notes, and items like paper villas and cars.
Yue Qingqing even saw two brightly colored paper beauties.
"Here," the shopkeeper bagged the items in a black plastic bag, took Yue Qingqing’s money, and seemed to understand what they were for.
"Is this some kind of extracurricular project assigned by your teacher? It’s quite interesting. Is it to research traditional culture?"
Teachers these days especially liked to assign all sorts of bizarre extracurricular projects – like raising silkworms, cutting window patterns, or incubating chicken eggs – tasks that were not really meant for children, but always ended up exhausting the adults.
Yue Qingqing smiled politely at the shopkeeper and left with the items.
Then she went to a stationery store to buy a new brush.
Once home, Yue Qingqing locked herself in her bedroom.
Although her parents usually knocked on the door as she grew older,
But given the gravity of the situation, Yue Qingqing still locked the door from the inside.
She spread the yellow paper on her desk, and prepared the cinnabar in a container.
Yue Qingqing softened the tip of the brush with warm water, dipped it into the cinnabar, and stood in front of the desk with bated breath.
The jade on her chest flickered dimly, a manifestation of the Spiritual Energy she was channeling throughout her body.
The air in the room stilled, as if frozen in that moment.
Yue Qingqing stood still like a statue, her aura growing increasingly strong.
Just when the cinnabar on the brush tip was about to drop, Yue Qingqing suddenly moved.
The brush danced like a dragon, drawing a symbol on the yellow paper that most people couldn’t understand.