The people from the Lu Ban Sect targeted me because I had disrupted their plans and blocked their financial gains. However, if it were only about me, I wouldn't have been driven to such murderous intent.
That said, wiping them all out wasn't an easy task. Simply locating them was already difficult. But as long as they were greedy, there were still ways.
Under the suppression of my Qi, Tingting remained unconscious. By dawn, my Qi had mostly recovered, though my body was sore. This was probably the aftermath that Huang Jiu had warned me about. However, I didn't have time to think about that right now. I quickly went to a small convenience store and made a phone call to my uncle.
Within ten minutes, Su Yimei and my uncle returned. Su Yimei's complexion was rosy, while my uncle seemed a bit worn out. I could see the adult matters, but I didn't ask any questions.
I remembered when Xiao Pang got married, he and his wife had stayed inside for seven days without coming out to play with me. Compared to that, my uncle's restraint was relatively mild.
I told them the whole situation from start to finish. During the explanation, Huang Jiu couldn't help but interrupt, but fortunately, it didn't frighten Su Yimei. She and my uncle had been together for some time, so she had some understanding of the mystical world.
This was good because hiding Huang Jiu sometimes caused trouble. After hearing everything, Su Yimei gently stroked Tingting's forehead, "These beasts are not human; they can even harm such a small child."
My uncle frowned and said, "These people cannot be left alone. If we don't deal with them, today it's this little girl, tomorrow it could be you, my dear!"
"Your aunt!" I hadn't reacted immediately, but quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I'm worried they'll target Aunt."
Hearing my confirmation, Su Yimei blushed slightly. But still worried about Tingting, she asked my uncle, "What will happen to this child?"
My uncle said, "Yang Yang's Qi is too weak, and once it's been used, it's ineffective the second time. I'll go find Old Song, he should know what to do."
I recalled my uncle mentioning someone named Song Laque before. Song Laque was a coffin maker, a carpenter, and should be knowledgeable about suppression techniques.
After my uncle left, Huang Jiu lifted the control over Tingting, who woke up trembling and shrunk into a ball. Thankfully, Su Yimei was there to care for her, and the little girl reluctantly ate something.
Once she was familiar with them, Su Yimei asked where Tingting's mother was. When Tingting heard this, fear flashed in her eyes, and she began crying uncontrollably. Luckily, Huang Jiu had played with her before, and after some comforting and playing, he managed to calm her down.
I took this opportunity to pull Su Yimei aside. Hesitant, I asked, "Aunt, did my uncle ever tell you that he doesn't have children of his own?"
I felt uncertain as I asked this. They had finally come together, and I didn't want to ruin it with one question. But I also knew my uncle's character—he would likely have shared this with Su Yimei.
Su Yimei nodded, "Yes, he told me. I don't mind. As long as there's love, it doesn't matter whether or not there are children!"
I immediately felt a weight lift off my chest, "My uncle is a man who values relationships. Once he chooses, he won't give up easily…"
Su Yimei, seeing I was struggling to finish, gently patted my back, "You call me aunt now. If there's something on your mind, you can tell me directly, no need to be so reserved."
After hesitating for a long while, I finally said, "Aunt, what if you adopt Tingting?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. I had considered her financial situation but hadn't taken her feelings into account.
But when Su Yimei heard this suggestion, her eyes lit up. "I really like this child, but what about her family? Would they agree?"
"They're all gone!" I choked up and turned my back.
When I picked her up last night, I had used my spiritual vision to check. Tingting's relatives, including her mother, were all deceased.
Su Yimei, being a woman, couldn't hold back her tears. I adjusted my emotions and said, "Aunt, I'm just thinking, if something were to happen between you and my uncle in the future, you can leave Tingting with me. I will raise her like a sister."
"You're such a child. Don't say such things!" Su Yimei pretended to be angry but had a tearful voice. "I'm just worried that when it comes time to register her, it won't go through the proper channels."
After she scolded me playfully, I felt warmth in my heart. I told her, "Aunt, just take Huang Jiu with you at the time, and change her surname too."
Using mystic arts to do such things is against the law, but considering how pitiful Tingting's situation was, I thought this might be the only way for her to have a happy home. As the saying goes, human relationships sometimes surpass laws. I didn't think it was truly criminal.
Su Yimei, hearing this, made up her mind, "Alright. Tomorrow, I'll have your uncle go with me to get the certificate."
I stumbled, unsure if I had once again dragged my uncle into something difficult. But it seemed like a good idea. After all, my uncle and Su Yimei were already in love, and I was just helping push things along.
However, the most important thing now was ensuring that Tingting survived.
About forty minutes later, my uncle returned. Old Song really did limp, dragging one of his legs behind him, and holding an old-fashioned carpenter's toolbox.
He must have been briefed on the situation, and he immediately went to check Tingting's chest where the heart-splitting axe mark was. After examining her, Old Song's eyes were filled with anger. He dragged himself to sit on the couch and said, "I can keep this girl alive for three more days. Within three days, you need to find the blood axe, or I'll be powerless."
My heart calmed, and I said firmly, "Don't worry, Old Sir. I will definitely find these bastards within three days."
Old Song glanced at me, bent down, and opened his toolbox. From it, he took out a delicate long box, which contained a slender item wrapped in red cloth.
"Old man's legs are bad, but if it weren't for that, I wouldn't leave a single one of these bastards alive," Old Song said with a tone full of regret, a bittersweet feeling of a fading hero.
When he unveiled the red cloth, my pupils contracted sharply. Inside was a long, blood-red three-pronged stabbing weapon, exuding a strong, rich scent of blood.
But for some reason, that blood smell didn't carry any sinister energy. Instead, it radiated a feeling of masculinity, a sense of reliability and security.
Old Song took out the blood-stab and said, "This was my military knife from when I was on the battlefield. It accompanied me to fight and protect the country. Sadly, now it can only gather dust in the corner."
Knowing that Old Song was a veteran, I felt deeply respectful.
As soon as I laid eyes on the blood-stab, I felt a chill run down my spine. The red on it wasn't from blood stains, but from blood seeping into the weapon.
How many enemies must this blade have pierced to accumulate such a dense, crimson blood stain?