Chapter 380 Counterattack

What the Meng Jiao family did was really disgusting and shameless.

Evil people like this should be dealt with by more evil people.

After a while, the other party picked up the phone and asked tremblingly: "Brother Yan, is something wrong?"

"Zhao Pengfei, I want you to do something, I don't know if you are willing!"

"Yes! Of course I am willing!" Zhao Pengfei immediately nodded in agreement on the other side.

He didn't dare to disobey Qin Yan's orders. If he did, it would be like committing suicide.

He still often wakes up from nightmares, dreaming that he is being clicked by Qin Yan just like Ma Yanan.

"Okay! Bring some people and some reporters tomorrow to report on the bullies in Zhangjiacun!"

Qin Yan was not prepared to take action against Meng Jiao himself.

"Brother Yan, don't worry, brother, I will definitely satisfy you, but I don't know where this village is?"

Zhao Pengfei asked cautiously, fearing that he would anger Qin Yan and risk his life.

"Oh! I'll send you the address! Come over early tomorrow morning!"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yan sent the address to Zhao Pengfei.

Half an hour later, at midnight, Zhao Zishen walked up to Qin Yan with a compass:

"My benefactor, the time has come!"

Qin Yan nodded and followed Zhao Zishen out of the room and into the yard.

Zhao Zishen took out a talisman and stuck it on the compass, closed his eyes and muttered something.

When he finished reciting the incantation, he suddenly opened his eyes and pointed at the talisman.

The talisman paper was ignited with a "bang", and the compass pointer rotated in a circle, and then pointed to the southeast.

Zhao Zishen took three steps to the southeast and stopped.

At the same time, the pointer on the compass shook slightly.

Zhao Zishen raised his head and squinted his eyes to look into the air, then turned around and looked at the Zhang family's ancestral home behind him.

After watching for a moment, Zhao Zishen said to Qin Yan: "My benefactor, come here. Stand here and look at the Zhang family's ancestral home by the moonlight. Does it look like a dragon head?"

Qin Yan stood where Zhao Zishen was standing just now, squinting his eyes and looking towards the Zhang family's ancestral home.

I saw the Zhang family's ancestral house looking like a flying dragon with its head held high under the moonlight.

But when Qin Yan went to look elsewhere, no matter how he looked, he couldn't see a flying dragon with its head held high.

"Benefactor, there is a ghost craftsman inheritance buried in the Zhang family's ancestral home! And it's right here!"

Zhao Zishen pointed to the position at Qin Yan's feet and said firmly.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Zhao Zishen said very confidently.

"My benefactor, share the gold and fix the acupoints. Kanyu Gui reckons that I am an expert!"

Qin Yan nodded: "Okay! Let's dig here today to see if there is any ghost craftsman inheritance!"

"Zhang Di, do you have any objection?"

Qin Yan turned around and asked Zhang Di, after all, this is Zhang Di's home.

Zhang Di shook his head, rubbed his hands and said in surprise: "I don't mind! It's not too late for me to get excited! Come on, come on! I'll dig it first."

Zhang Di also knows some Taoist things.

If his ancestor was a ghost craftsman, then he is the descendant of the ghost craftsman.

The heir of a ghost craftsman can inherit the heritage of a ghost craftsman. In that case, he will also become a ghost craftsman.

His heart is now full of expectations.

Zhao Zishen handed the shovel to Zhang Di, who took it and started digging immediately.

Ten minutes later, after the unremitting efforts of three people, they finally dug a pit half a meter deep, and buried a small porcelain altar in the pit.

Qin Yan carefully took out the porcelain altar and patted the sand off the mouth of the altar.

Then take out a knife, cut the tape on the mouth of the jar, and open the lid.

Qin Yan reached out and took out a thread-bound book from the Republic of China period.

The thread-bound book is in very good condition, with no signs of damage except for some yellowing.

There are four big words written on the cover of the book - Ghost Craftsman Inheritance.

"Here, it's really the inheritance of the ghost craftsman!" Qin Yan was extremely excited, he never expected that he really got the inheritance of the ghost craftsman.

"Show me! Show me!" Zhang Di took over the ghost craftsman's inheritance and opened the book with great excitement and looked inside.

But then Zhang Di was a little confused:

"Damn, why are they all in traditional Chinese! Grandma is such a badass! I don't know many of the words, so I can only guess a rough meaning based on the few words before and after!"

Qin Yan patted Zhang Di on the shoulder and said, "How about I translate for you originally?"

Zhang Di nodded: "Okay!"

In fact, Zhang Di had no intention of arguing with Qin Yan. He just wanted to take photos of the contents and store them.

The three of them entered the room, and Qin Yan copied for Zhang Di while learning how to be a craftsman.

The ghost craftsman inheritance of Zhang Di's ancestors mainly focuses on masons, bricklayers, carpenters and painters.

Prominent among these were the masons and bricklayers.

Because his family's ancestors made a living by building large cemeteries and graveyards.

An hour later, Murong Xuehan came back.

Murong Xuehan's face was covered with frost, and she could tell she was extremely angry.

"Xuehan, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, Xiaomiao hanged himself in the hotel!"

"Ah?" Qin Yan didn't expect this.

Although Qin Yan had never met Xiaomiao, he still felt very sad when he thought of an eighteen-year-old girl committing suicide.

"Master, I originally wanted to kill Meng Jiao, but I was worried about you, so I came back first!"

"It's okay! I don't blame you!"

Just as Qin Yan finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

The sound is neither loud nor quiet.

"Qin Yan, isn't Meng Jiao here?" Zhang Di said.

"If it's him, it's perfect!" Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, forming a thin slit, and the cold light flickered in the slit, like two sharp knives.

Qin Yan took Zhang Di and the others out of the room and opened the courtyard door.

When Qin Yan saw Zhao Pengfei licking his face, hunching his back, bending over, and looking at him diligently, his mind couldn't turn around for a while.

"Zhao Pengfei, why are you here so early?"

"Brother Yan, your business is my brother's... no, it's my little brother's business. Of course I have to come here overnight."

Zhao Pengfei said flatteringly while observing Qin Yan's face.

Qin Yan nodded, touched his chin and said, "In that case, fine! Let's go find Meng Jiao to settle the score now!"

Arriving at the Wen Family Hotel, Qin Yan led people straight to the room where Xiaomiao hanged himself.

The security guard who was watching the night wanted to stop Qin Yan, but was kicked back by Zhao Pengfei.

Opening the door to the room, Qin Yan saw Xiaomiao hanging on the light wire on the roof. His eyes were bulging, his tongue was sticking out, and his whole face was blue and purple.

The rope on the lamp cord had been cut into Xiao Miao's flesh, and the blood flowed down the neck to the toes, and then dripped down the toes onto the bed sheets, blooming one after another with strange blood flowers.

Qin Yan took a deep breath, turned to Zhao Pengfei and said, "Let the reporters take pictures! This news must be spread all over the country in an instant!"

Zhao Pengfei nodded solemnly, turned to several reporters and said, "Brother Tang, Brother Yong, please take pictures of this place quickly."