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"No matter if there was a scam or not, since things have come to a pause, I can use these exiled Vengeful Spirits to eliminate some of the marks. At least this will help us in our upcoming actions." With that thought, I hurried into the house and rummaged through my belongings to find the Sheepskin Book, where I recorded what had just happened.
As soon as I finished writing, the marks on my hand began to fade away, a wave of intense heat surged from my arm to my heart.
After a moment, I noticed that the marks on my arm had significantly diminished, retreating all the way to my elbow. "It seems like quite a few spirits were released; thankfully, I managed to clear them in time..." I muttered to myself.
Recalling the envelope given to me by the man who had committed the act of murder, I pulled it out from my pocket. Looking at the envelope, I thought it would be better to take it outside and show it to the Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng; perhaps they could offer me some advice. With that in mind, I put away the Sheepskin Book and headed toward the living room with the envelope in hand.
Upon entering the living room, I waved the envelope in front of everyone. "What do you think they will give me?"
Seeing my question, the Death Apostle pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be... a photograph? Like the ones you received at the hospital and those you got before?"
I sat down on the sofa and shook the envelope in my hand. "I don't think it's a photograph..." With that, I opened the envelope, revealing a white Letterhead.
Carefully, I took out the Letterhead and saw that on the pristine paper, a line of characters was written neatly with a brush.
"Black Soldier has spirit; with spirit transforms into dragon." I couldn't help but read aloud what was written on the Letterhead.
"What does this mean?" Li Zhisheng asked in confusion. Looking at those characters left me equally puzzled. So, I turned to the Death Apostle and asked, "Do you know what this means?" As I spoke, I handed him the Letterhead.
The Death Apostle examined the Letterhead closely but found nothing else on the blank white paper except for that one line.
At that moment, Hu Fang exclaimed, "Could this Black Soldier refer to Shen Xu's weapon? I remember his weapon is black, right?"
After hearing this, I thought for a moment and replied, "That makes sense; very clever!" I gave Hu Fang a thumbs up and continued, "My sword is called Jiang Ling; it's entirely black. So could this Black Soldier refer to a black weapon? The spirit mentioned likely refers to the soul hidden within the sword, just like Jiang Ling's name suggests. And this dragon represents what manifests when I channel power into the sword—the spirit within transforming into a dragon."
"Listen to me," I said, and everyone seemed to agree. Yao Long chimed in, "If that's the case, does that mean my bow is also a so-called Black Soldier?" With that, Yao Long walked over to the corner of the living room and retrieved his Azure Spirit.
Under the light, the Azure Spirit bow appeared entirely dark, with even the bowstring made from a peculiar black thread. "Hmm, I suppose your weapon could also be called a Black Soldier."
Upon hearing this, Yao Long responded, "Since our weapons are both Black Soldiers, what does that statement mean? Earlier, he mentioned that this letter was given to you by his master. What is its significance?"
"I'm not sure. Aren't they the craftsmen who make these weapons? Perhaps they want to reveal some secrets about them... but it's written so ambiguously; how are we supposed to understand it?"
At that moment, Li Zhisheng seemed to sense something. He pulled Yao Long and me closer and said, "Come here and take a look; there seems to be some hidden meaning in the words!"
Hastily, I leaned toward the white piece of paper in his hand. I examined the characters on the letterhead repeatedly but couldn't discern anything unusual. Meanwhile, Yao Long furrowed his brow tightly, staring intently at the words.
After a moment, he took a deep breath. "Oh—so that's how it is!" Seeing Yao Long's sudden realization, Li Zhisheng, Hu Fang, and I quickly asked in unison, "What is it? What did you discover?!"
Yao Long replied calmly, "Look closely; each character seems to contain more than just one word. There are hidden letters within them that are white. If you don't look carefully, you might think it's just uneven ink causing some white spots. But actually, these white spots represent individual characters."
The dim lighting made it difficult for me to see clearly despite my wide-open eyes. Growing impatient, I urged him, "Stop teasing us! Just tell us what you saw."
In response, Yao Long pointed out each missing white spot on the black characters: "These letters spell out 'West of the City, Yunpo Mountain.' It looks like a place name. Could it be that old man from the Path of Slaughter wants us to find him there?"
"I've definitely heard of that name," Hu Fang interjected. "The back of that mountain often shrouded in thick mist creates a stunning scene as the fog rises with the airflow, resembling white clouds ascending from the hillside; hence it's called Yunpo Mountain. Although it's beautiful there, people often go missing during early summer; no one dares to go up anymore. Are you all planning to go there personally?"
Seeing her worried expression, I smiled slightly. "It's still uncertain. While I do have that thought in mind, I need to hear everyone's opinions first. If everyone opposes it, I won't stubbornly insist on my own way. So there's no need for you to worry just yet."
I glanced at the time and said to Hu Fang and Li Zhisheng, "It's getting late; you two should go rest."
Hu Fang understood that I wanted to send them away, so he and Li Zhisheng went back to their rooms.
Once they left, I quietly asked Yao Long, "What do you think? After all, this matter only concerns the two of us, and I don't want to involve them."
Yao Long replied, "Isn't there danger where Hu Fang is? How is your mark fading now? Can you still fight?"
I rolled up my sleeve and showed Yao Long. "It's faded quite a bit; it should be fine. That's why I want to go with you alone."
After hearing this, Yao Long nodded thoughtfully for a moment and said, "In that case, let's do it like before. I'll scout ahead first. If there’s nothing unusual, I'll come back and we can head up the mountain together."
I agreed, "Alright, let's do that." Then I remembered Yao Long's phone purchase and took out my phone to note down his number for future reference.
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