"We’re his distant relatives, just wanted to co and see his old ho." Zhang Yang ca up with an excuse.
"Big sister, do you know why Master Zhang left back then?"
The woman sighed, "Who knows, Master Zhang left so suddenly back then, leaving behind a grandson who hadn’t even finished middle school, and then just up and died."
"Later, the boy lived in the school’s dormitory, rarely coming back, and after that, there was no news."
"But this old house is quite eerie, ever since he left, no one dared to live in it."
"Eerie?"
Jin Tuantuan asked, "How is it eerie?"
"And, are you saying Master Zhang had a grandson?" Jin Tuantuan was quite surprised to hear this news.
Originally, it was thought that the old man had no descendants.
In this case, the inheritance is likely with his grandson.
The woman looked suspiciously at Jin Tuantuan, "You don’t know he has a grandson? And you still claim to be distant relatives of the old man?"
Jin Tuantuan smiled sheepishly, "It’s a long story. When the old man left our family back then, there was no grandson, so I’m surprised."
Hearing Jin Tuantuan say this, the woman suddenly understood, and thinking back, none of the village people had seen that child’s parents, perhaps he was a foundling.
On the side, Zhang Yang remained silent, simply watching quietly.
The woman then lowered her voice, "It’s strange. When Master Zhang was around, anyone in the village who got sick went to him, and the dicine worked wonders."
"But after he left, a few brave ones tried to live here, ended up badly—fell ill or had accidents at ho, so then no one dared to co near."
Zhang Yang’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this old house really holds so secret? Or did Grandfather leave sothing here?
But this place was where Zhang Yang lived as a child, he doesn’t rember anything significant being left behind.
"Big sister, do you know if Master Zhang left anything behind, like dical books or herbs?" Zhang Yang asked.
Zhang Yang had no other choice, he was too young back then, not attentive to these matters.
On the contrary, the village won would gossip and might actually know sothing.
The woman shook her head, "Never heard of anything being left. The old man treated the village, didn’t charge much, the money he earned was just enough for his grandson’s schooling and their living expenses, life was tight but joyful."
Zhang Yang smiled, it was certainly true.
But now thinking back, Zhang Yang finds Grandfather was a bit excessively low-profile.
With the power of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious dical Technique, in any big city, he’d live quite abundantly.
Zhang Yang, knowing nothing back then, hadn’t realized the technique’s potency, assud Grandfather’s skills were only suitable for a village doctor.
Suddenly, the woman recalled sothing and exclaid, "Once I saw the old man seed to be burying sothing in the yard, looked like he buried a jar from afar, could be treasure."
"Buried a jar?" Zhang Yang and Jin Tuantuan exchanged a glance.
Jin Tuantuan, becoming excited, asked, "Buried where?"
"Under that old pogranate tree in the corner of the yard," the woman pointed toward a crooked pogranate tree in the corner of the yard.
"But that was more than a decade ago, who knows if it’s still there."
Thanking the woman, Zhang Yang and the others went to the pogranate tree.
This pogranate tree was twisted and gnarled, with a deep scar on its trunk.
"Shall we dig?" Xia Xue asked.
Zhang Yang nodded, fetched tools from the car, and began digging under the tree.
The soil wasn’t hard, after a short while they indeed hit sothing hard.
With combined effort, they dug out a half-person-high ceramic jar sealed with wax.
Removing the wax seal, inside was not gold or jewels, but an item wrapped in oilcloth.
Zhang Yang cautiously unwrapped the oilcloth, revealing an aged, yellowed, thread-bound book, its cover inscribed with four characters "Green Bag Secret Record".
"Green Bag Secret Record?" Jin Tuantuan picked up the ancient book, visibly excited.
"Is this what we’re looking for?" Jin Tuantuan knew only that they sought a legacy.
So had no clue what it was, but given the current situation, it certainly looked like it.
Zhang Yang’s face was full of doubt and uncertainty at this mont.
He even suspected he might have guessed wrong, perhaps Grandfather wasn’t the person Jin Tuantuan and the others were looking for.
Perhaps it really was soone else.
Receiving the book, he opened it, his pupils constricted suddenly.
Recorded here were amazing dical techniques and cultivation thods, different yet strikingly similar to the Nine Revolutions Mysterious dical Technique, with many complents.
What shocked him further was a ntion of an herb nad "Soul Resurrection Grass", its description matching the "Soul Resurrection Grass" in the Nine Revolutions Mysterious dical Technique, noted to grow in extrely shady places, with the power to revive the dead, yet rarely seen in a century.
"Seems Uncle Long’s ’Soul Resurrection Grass’ referred to this," Zhang Yang murmured.
"What Qingyi Sect seeks is probably this Green Bag Secret Record and the Soul Resurrection Grass."
Just then, from outside ca a burst of loud footsteps, followed by several figures rushing in, led by the father of Wang Congcong, encountered at an H Country club, Boss Wang!
This guy actually ca to Dragon Country?
And he brought a group of black belt Taekwondo practitioners ard with sticks.
"Zhang Yang! You’re indeed here!" Boss Wang snarled with a twisted expression.
"You got my son into trouble, today I’ll make you pay!"
Zhang Yang couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, "You ca all this way to find just for this?"
Honestly, Zhang Yang hadn’t expected such persistence.
And the fact he found this place ant he had been shadowing them for a while.
"Boss Wang, your son broke the law, the law will take care of it, what does it have to do with ?"
Zhang Yang carefully put away the "Green Bag Secret Record" and stood up.
"Enough talk! Get him!" Boss Wang shouted, and the henchn imdiately surrounded them.
Xia Xue was a bit tense, it was isolated here, calling for help was futile.
Zhang Yang’s eyes turned cold, since they ca looking for trouble, there’s no need for courtesy.
He shielded Xia Xue and Jin Tuantuan, charging towards the henchn.
Punches and kicks flew, screams followed one after another, and in no ti, the henchn were all down on the ground.
Seeing this, Boss Wang’s face turned pale with fear, and he tried to run.
Zhang Yang couldn’t let him go, quickly catching up and grabbing him by the collar, "Leaving? Tell , how did you find this place?"
"It... it was Uncle Long who told ..." Boss Wang was scared out of his wits.
"He said you’d co to Fuqiang Village, told to bring people to catch you..."
Uncle Long? Zhang Yang’s heart sank, indeed this wasn’t simple.
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