The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 175 - 173 At This Moment I Want to Recite a Poem (Part 2)

Chapter 175: Chapter 173 At This Moment I Want to Recite a Poem (Part 2)

Captain Li said he didn’t believe it, but in his heart, he was already 70 to 80 percent convinced. He pointed at Du Lijie and said, "Alright, kid, you take a look. What’s really going on with Lei Wanchun right now?"

Yun Qi acted confidently, "I already mentioned earlier, there’s no immediate danger to his life. With the talisman I gave him, no malevolent spirits can harm him."

"Then where did he go?" Du Lijie, who initially didn’t believe it, asked anxiously, seeing that Captain Li didn’t seriously refute it, treating it as a last hope.

"Before the incident, did your uncle mention anything unusual to you?" Yun Qi asked while looking around the room.

Golden light surged in his eyes, revealing a faint black aura lingering in the room.

It’s certain that something took Lei Wanchun away, but it couldn’t harm him.

"Let me think... yes, yes." Du Lijie’s face changed suddenly as she remembered something.

"My husband mentioned an ancient set of armor he bought from out of town. I disagreed with keeping it at home at first. He said it was a genuine antique taken from an ancient tomb. I felt it had too much yin energy, but he insisted on keeping it at home and even consulted experts for appraisals and maintenance. Soon after, incidents began to occur. He said the armor would secretly watch him while he slept, and he suspected something dirty was inside it, so he threw it away."

Yun Qi thought for a moment, and if it’s about the armor, then it makes sense.

The black aura in the room carries a murderous intent, clearly from a fierce ancient relic. Armor used in battlefields, having faced iron and blood, naturally possesses significant murderous intent and vicious energy.

However, judging by the residual black aura, the armor’s murderous intent isn’t large, and its purpose in taking Lei Wanchun should not be to harm his life.

"Auntie, do you have anything that Uncle uses daily? A handkerchief, notebook, anything like that is fine."

"Yes, yes." Du Lijie didn’t even bother to question Yun Qi and hurriedly went to the bedroom to fetch a tie.

"I bought this for him on his birthday; it’s his favorite tie, but..." Du Lijie’s face fell as she worriedly asked, "I just washed it, so his scent has been washed away. Can it still be used?"

Yun Qiuce, who had been silent, couldn’t help but smirk, "Do you think a Xuan Shu Master is like a police dog? Anything close to the body absorbs the owner’s energy; energy is not the same as scent."

"Oh, oh." Du Lijie didn’t know if she understood but realized that the washing didn’t matter much and hurriedly handed the tie over to Yun Qi reverently.

Yun Qi took the tie and turned to Yun Qiuce, saying, "Uncle is quite competent."

"Of course, one becomes red by being close to vermillion."

Suspiciously, Captain Li asked, "You’re her uncle, so why does she have such skills, and you’re assisting her?"

The question left Yun Qiuce momentarily flustered. He smirked without a hint of embarrassment and said, "What’s wrong with that? Should I be executed just because this uncle isn’t as talented as his niece?"

Yun Qi didn’t pay attention to their conversation. She took out a Spirit Talisman, lit it, and threw it into a small incense burner before tossing in the tie.

Watching the flames consume the tie, Du Lijie nervously clenched her fingers, fearing a bad outcome.

"Uncle Lei is still in Hai City, in a very remote suburban area, with a big house, rusty water pipes, steel bars, and glass windows," Yun Qi extracted several key pieces of information.

Captain Li and his subordinates exchanged glances, thought for a moment, then confidently said, "It should be the abandoned factory in the suburbs."

"Yes, yes, there was a steel factory there before. After it went out of business, the plant buildings have remained intact. That factory’s architectural style differs from ours, and indeed, it has large glass windows," the apprentice added.

Captain Li immediately stood up, "Quickly organize personnel to investigate, with the focus on the city’s abandoned factory in the suburbs."

The two reminded Du Lijie of a few things before turning to leave and arranging for an investigation.

Leaving the Lei Family, Captain Li seemed to suddenly realize, "Wait, how did we suddenly start following the little girl’s line of thinking?"

"Yeah, Captain Li, Lei Wanchun’s been missing for less than a day. We haven’t even confirmed if he’s truly missing, and yet, we believed that little girl’s mystical story?"

The two apprentices exchanged looks.

Ultimately, the apprentice asked, "So should we not investigate for now, just register it first, and wait until it’s our turn to handle it?"

"No, a human life is at stake, so let’s act according to what she said first."

***

At this moment, in the abandoned factory in the suburbs, Lei Wanchun crouched in the corner, tightly clutching a Spirit Talisman in both hands, not daring to look at the armor in front of him.

The armor stood silently, its heavy helmet lifted, revealing blackness inside, yet as if there were a pair of deep, solemn eyes, tinged with inexplicable sadness.

Lei Wanchun, scared and confused, thought to himself with a sense of humor: At this moment, I feel like reciting a poem.

Sure enough, a heavy sigh emerged from the helmet, "The moon of Qin and the gates of Han, the long journey with none returning."

Lei Wanchun was dumbfounded. Damn, he encountered a cultured ghost.

Reciting poetry at the moment of killing.

The armor only recited two lines, and the sad atmosphere it created slowly faded. Lei Wanchun, being someone who dreaded awkwardness, thought he might as well add a few lines himself to reignite the ambiance.

The helmet on the armor suddenly turned to look at Lei Wanchun, and although there was nothing inside, Lei Wanchun felt he could see a rotting corpse with deep eyes.

As if bewitched, he stammered and quivered as he recited:

"If only the flying general of Dragon City were here, he would prevent the barbarian horses from crossing the Yin Mountains."

The armor faced him, though it was just empty armor, the front and rear skirts swung as if it contained a valiant warrior.

A deep, hoarse, yet authoritative voice came from the helmet, saying:

"I knew you remembered. I knew you’d remember."

Lei Wanchun was again bewildered, thinking to himself, are these lines that difficult? Everyone educated would know them.

"On another moonlit night, with grape wine in luminous cups," the armor started to recite again.

Lei Wanchun twitched his lips, tentatively glancing at the helmet, and from the dark hollow, he saw an expectant gaze, prompting him to hesitantly continue:

"Sleeping drunk in the battlefield, laugh not, as since ancient times, how many return?"

The helmet nodded heavily, issuing a solemn and dignified "Hmm!"

Is this ghost testing my literature skills?

Lei Wanchun felt both frightened and on the brink of tears.

"I knew you remembered, remembered those days of golden spear and iron horse, of toasting with joy," it said.

It then seemed to touch a nerve in the armor, turning to gaze at the dome’s glass window, speaking in a somber tone:

"A true man ought to die wrapped in horsehide, serving the country. How can one indulge in emotions, in comfort and pleasures? Wang Tu, come with me. You remember the desolate clarinet of Liangzhou City, the harsh winter winds and snow of the Northern Border, the ambitious pursuit of becoming a Marquis!"

Lei Wanchun: ...

Is this ghost insane, or am I scared out of my mind?

He even pinched himself quietly, the pain affirming he wasn’t dreaming.

"Well... I can feel the iron-blooded valor from your verses, which today’s men sorely lack," Lei Wanchun gathered the courage to heap praises, then carefully said:

"But you might be mistaken. I’m not Wang Tu; I’m Lei Wanchun. I’m also not from ancient times; nowadays, we don’t wear armor to war..."

Before he could finish, he sensed a look of anger and disappointment from the helmet, and fear quickly made him shut his mouth and stay silent.