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The moment a Young Taoist caught sight of the wooden box, he immediately lowered his head, his face turning pale. Lin Mingchang let out a cold laugh and pointed at the Young Taoist, saying, "It's him, bind him!"
The Young Taoist opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, several officers had already tied him up and taken him to a side hall. Lin Mingchang proceeded to interrogate him there. The Young Taoist, clearly inexperienced in the ways of the world, quickly confessed everything.
He admitted to being a member of the Gui Xu Society, having been lurking in Qi Yun Temple. Last month, Guiyuan Dao Ren sent a sum of money to redevelop the ancient well in the back courtyard. He was then given a Cocoon and medicinal powder to gradually pour into the well. The goal was exactly as they had previously speculated: to create a plague that would plunge the populace into despair, only for them to later appear and perform miraculous acts of salvation. This way, the common people would naturally regard the Gui Xu Society as divine and willingly follow them, even offering all their savings or doing anything for the society.
Lin Mingchang pressed on with his questioning: "Who is Guiyuan Dao Ren? How did you make contact with him? Where can we find him?"
Upon hearing this question, the Young Taoist's expression turned bewildered. "I... I don’t know... I’ve never met Guiyuan Dao Ren. I just heard the agreed whistle and went to the back courtyard gate to pick up things..."
Lin Mingchang frowned; he could tell that the Young Taoist was not lying. It seemed that like Qi Songtao, he was merely a pawn being used.
After the search of Qi Yun Temple concluded, the outbreak in the city was completely under control, and the four returned to their respective lives.
Two nights later, Fang's Restoration Hall had been closed for some time. Only the back hall remained lit; Fang Zigui was organizing notes and materials regarding the recent Miasma Gu Worm Plague. Suddenly, he heard a faint sound at the front door of the clinic—there were clearly more than one person.
Fang Zigui immediately set down his pen; he understood that these were no ordinary petty thieves. He quickly grabbed a handful of Amur Cork Tree Powder from the medicine cabinet and stood ready beside the door curtain.
Suddenly, a glinting dagger thrust through, lifting the curtain! Fang Zigui had anticipated this; he seized the assailant's wrist and prepared to counterattack when another knife swung in from behind!
In an instant, six Black-Clad Masked Men surrounded Fang Zigui. Without hesitation, he swung his left hand and scattered the Amur Cork Tree Powder towards several of the black-clad figures. Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, he charged at the two closest men, delivering a knife-hand strike to one’s neck while simultaneously disarming another.
After several exchanges, although Fang Zigui displayed impressive skills, he was ultimately facing six trained assassins. Realizing his chances were slim, he knelt on one knee and wiped away blood from the corner of his mouth with a bitter smile. "It seems this medical case will remain unfinished today."
The leader of the black-clad men laughed sinisterly, "I didn't expect you, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, to have some skills. But unfortunately..."
"Unfortunately what?"
A cold voice came from the doorway, followed by the sound of a gunshot. The leader of the black-clad men fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding calf and howling in pain.
Fang Zigui abruptly turned around and saw Lin Mingchang standing at the entrance, flanked by four fully armed officers, all guns trained on the remaining five black-clad men.
"Police! Don't move!"
Lin Mingchang inspected the captured black-clad men, rolling up their sleeves to reveal triple spiral tattoos on their inner wrists.
"Hmph, they really are members of the Gui Xu Society."
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