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"What's going on?" I asked as Hu Fang approached us with a troubled expression.
Hu Fang walked up to me, shaking her head in frustration, indicating that the situation was serious. Meanwhile, two disciples of Mo Shu handed over a piece of grass paper adorned with red patterns to Mo Shu.
Mo Shu unfolded the paper and examined it closely under the flickering candlelight, a frown gradually appearing on his face.
"Old Senior Mo Shu, what is that?" I stepped forward to inquire, eager to see what was depicted on the paper.
On the somewhat rough and yellowed paper, there was a strikingly outlined triangular shape drawn in red lines, surrounded by a hasty scrawl of strange symbols and radiating lines. I couldn't make sense of what it was at all.
"Old Senior, this is..." I began, puzzled. Noticing my confusion, Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng also came closer.
"This is something my disciple took an impression of from your friend's back. It absolutely cannot be a result of a simple collision..." Mo Shu said, squinting as he held the paper, his hand trembling slightly as he tried to decipher the characters and patterns.
Seeing Mo Shu so focused, I refrained from interrupting him. Instead, I pulled Death Apostle aside and asked, "I remember you have some knowledge of ancient scripts. Do you know what these characters and patterns represent?"
Death Apostle shook his head. "I don't know. To me, this doesn't even seem like writing. Even if it were pictographs, we could make guesses, but this... there's nothing to guess at... However, why did this pattern suddenly appear on Hu Fang's back?" Death Apostle turned to look at Hu Fang.
At that moment, Hu Fang sat silently on a stone bench by the bed, her head lowered. From her serious expression, I could tell she was not just worried about the sudden appearance of the pattern on her body; she was likely more concerned about causing us trouble.
"You two can go about your business for now. I'll call you when I need you," Mo Shu said, waving his hand at his two female disciples to indicate they should leave.
The two answered in unison before turning to exit the room. After they left, Mo Shu beckoned me over. "Buddy, come here for a moment."
Hearing this, I thought he had discovered something significant and hurried over. "Did you find something?!"
"Not yet, but I feel like this pattern seems familiar. It might take some time to figure out what it is. The reason I called you over is to ask why this thing appeared on your friend," he replied.
"I’m not quite sure about that, but..." I paused for a moment, then continued, "I think this matter might be related to Yang Master."
The reason I thought so was because I recalled what had happened at the abandoned Lumberyard. At that time, Death Apostle had told me that Hu Fang seemed to be intended as a vessel for the King of Hell. From this, I speculated that this pattern might have been caused by that incident.
"Oh? Related to Yang Master? What makes you say that?" Mo Shu looked up at me.
After hearing this, I hesitated slightly, unsure whether I should tell him about the incident at the Lumberyard...
After much thought, in order to clarify the mark on Hu Fang, I decided to explain the situation to him and share my speculation.
Once Mo Shu heard me out, I noticed he was momentarily taken aback, then showed signs of surprise. However, this expression quickly faded, and he soon returned to his usual calm demeanor. "I believe your speculation is likely correct. For now, you all should stay here temporarily and not leave. I'll take this drawing for now and provide you with an answer later."
With that, he turned and left without waiting for my response.
At this point, only the five of us remained in the room. Yao Long was still lying peacefully on the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. Li Zhisheng, Death Apostle, and I sat around a stone table in the room, unsure of what to do next.
Just then, Li Zhisheng, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked me, "Shen Xu, did you see a woman with a tear mole at the corner of her eye back at the Lumberyard?"
"Yes, that's right. That woman seems to be in cahoots with Gu Kai," I replied affirmatively.
"Do you remember something that happened at the hospital a while back?" Li Zhisheng asked mysteriously.
His question left me puzzled; after all we had visited the hospital multiple times since these events began and had practically become regulars there. It was hard to recall specific details, especially since he hadn’t clarified what he meant, which only added to my confusion.
"Just tell me directly what you're getting at; no need to beat around the bush," I urged.
"True enough; it’s been so long that it’s not surprising if you don’t remember. There was an occasion at the hospital when you received a photograph. Later, when you asked who had given it to you, the nurse on duty told you it was from a woman with a tear mole at the corner of her eye. Do you remember?" Li Zhisheng said.
As I listened, something suddenly clicked in my mind, and I realized, "So what you mean is that the woman in the photo you showed me is the same person we saw at the Lumberyard?!"
"I believe that's the case. In fact, the photos from the Box should all be from her as well. This means that the Third Box is not actually in Yang Master's hands, but rather in Gu Kai's possession!" Li Zhisheng exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table.
I was deep in thought when Li Zhisheng's sudden action jolted me back to reality. I furrowed my brow and said, "While that's a possibility, there are other women with tear moles as well. We can't make a definitive conclusion based solely on that, especially since there are many contradictions that remain unexplained."
"Moreover, our immediate priority isn't to find out who sent me the photo, but to clarify what kind of mark is on Hu Fang and whether it poses a threat to her safety." After saying this, I glanced at Hu Fang beside me and sighed softly. In a calmer tone, I called out to her, "Hu Fang, don't just sit there alone. Come over and join us; I still have some questions for you."
Upon hearing this, Hu Fang lifted her head, anxiety evident in her eyes. She slowly got up and walked to the stone table to sit down, saying softly, "What do you want to ask me?"
"I just want to know if you remember when this mark appeared on you and if you felt anything unusual when it happened."
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be in this situation... It's precisely because I don't know anything that I'm scared. I'm afraid this mark might harm you all..."
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