Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

When the sky was just getting light, Zhang Qishan heard a noise coming from the bed. It was the leader.

After the man went out, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Xishan, with the awakened Eighth Master, followed the man's trail all the way.

However, the leader also knew that someone was following him, so after running around the village for a few laps, he led his men to a piece of wasteland outside the village.

"Master Buddha, it's just dawn and I haven't slept enough yet. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Master Qi was dragged by Zhang Xishan and spoke while gasping for breath.

"Still sleeping? If you continue sleeping, you might lose your life." Zhang Xishan looked at Mr. Qi Ba who had a look of ignorance and said with regret.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"The people we encountered last night were from Sakura Country who were capturing people to go mining."

"What? So they speak Changsha dialect so fluently?"

Mr. Qi was breathing like a bellows. When he heard that the group of people he met yesterday were from Sakura Country, he was surprised at first, and then he was puzzled as to why they didn't have any Sakura Country accent.

"Although their words and deeds are not revealing, who among the farmhands would put their shoes in order before going to bed? Aren't they all stomping here and there?"

"If it wasn't to facilitate timely action, then they knew we were coming here."

"Master Buddha, we came here to investigate the origin of the train, and we haven't told anyone. How did they know about it?" Zhang Xishan and Zhang Qishan surrounded Master Ba and were alert to the situation around them.

"Please protect the Eighth Master well, Mr. Qishan." After saying that, Zhang Qishan rushed into the thick fog that had appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Dianshan stood in place, and Mr. Qi Baye squatted behind Zhang Dianshan, grabbed his clothes, and carefully poked his head out from behind his shoulder.

"Adjutant, you have to protect me, the Eighth Master. The Eighth Master is just an ordinary person without any weapons."

"Master Ba, aren't you a fortune teller? Why didn't you predict who we would meet yesterday?"

"Adjutant, a fortune teller cannot predict his own fortune, just like a doctor cannot treat himself."

"What's the point of this?"

"Adjutant, you have little experience now, you will know later."

"All conditioned phenomena should be viewed in this way. Everything is already determined."

Mr. Qi pointed to the sky with a mysterious look on his face, then waved his hands and shook his head.

"Master Ba, you are joking. I don't believe in fate. I only believe in fighting with my own hands. You all say that everything is predetermined, but I want to tell you that man can conquer nature and success depends on human efforts."

Zhang Xishan went abroad to study for a few years with Zhang Qishan, and like Zhang Qishan, he did not believe in fate.

"Master Buddha, you are back? Have you found anything?"

Mr. Qi Ba did not refute Zhang Xishan, but just noticed Zhang Qishan leaving and walked towards him through the mist.

Zhang Qishan shook his head. Although he didn't find anything, he was still alert to his surroundings.

"who?"

Zhang Qishan noticed an unusual noise coming from the bushes not far away, and he immediately ran towards the direction of the movement.

Poor Mr. Qi Ba had no time to rest before he was dragged out by Zhang Xishan to chase someone.

The three followed the figure all the way to the village.

Just when a few people thought they had lost the person, the person suddenly appeared again.

After several attempts, the three finally caught the man.

Mr. Qi Ba was running so hard that his tongue was sticking out. He hung on Zhang Xishan's shoulder and gasped for breath.

"Old...old...old man, why are you...running? We...we are not...bad people."

"Nothing, nothing."

After Qi Baye and his companions caught up with the man, they found out that it was an old man. Unexpectedly, the old man was still quite nimble, and he chased Qi Baye so hard that he almost rolled his eyes.

"Old man, where are you going so early in the morning? Can you tell us?"

Zhang Qishan smelled a scent from the old man, but he couldn't tell what it was. It just felt very familiar, but he couldn't say it.

"I just went to collect waste. Everyone in the village has moved away. I have no relatives or friends, so I have no choice but to stay here."

Zhang Qishan looked at the old man with evasive eyes and walked in the direction the old man had been looking.

"Oh, my noble one, there is nothing good over there. Let me take you away from here."

The more the old man spoke up to stop them, the more Zhang Qishan wanted to go over and find out what was going on.

"Don't be afraid, old man. We are just going to take a look." Zhang Qishan comforted him first, then immediately changed the subject, "Or is there something hidden over there that cannot be revealed?"

"No, no, no, nothing." The old man kept shaking his head and said nothing.

Zhang Xishan took out a gun from his trouser leg and put it against the old man's shoulder.

"Tell me what it is, or I don't know where it will hit."

Out of desperation, the old man had to take them there.

Before they got close to the house, Zhang Qishan and others smelled a strong smell of blood.

When a few people pushed open the door, they saw that the room was full of dead bodies. Their deaths were exactly the same as those on the train. They were all naked from the waist up, with a pattern of small holes on their backs. They were all lying on the ground with their backs facing the sky.