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When I woke up, the Chi Jiu Bird was nowhere to be found.
I was at the back door of an inn, holding only a kitchen knife.
I tiptoed into the kitchen.
I wanted to find something to eat.
For some reason, my stomach was growling with hunger.
The kitchen was empty.
Only a faint candlelight flickered.
I walked up to the stove.
I picked up a steamed bun.
Just as I was about to take a bite, suddenly—
A voice rang out.
"Are you hungry?"
I jumped in surprise and turned around quickly.
A man stood at the door.
He was tall.
Very thin.
Dressed in all black.
A faint smile played on his lips.
"Who are you?" I asked warily.
"My name is Hua Long," he replied as he approached. "I'm just a... handyman around here."
A handyman?
I felt a bit skeptical.
He didn't look like a handyman.
His demeanor was... quite special.
"What do you want?" I inquired.
"I want to help you," he said. "I know... you are with the Qing Gang, and that Liu Feng is after you."
I was taken aback.
How did he know that?
"Who exactly are you?" I pressed.
"It doesn't matter who I am," he replied. "What matters is... I know Liu Feng's plot."
A plot?
My heart raced.
"What plot?" I asked.
"He wants to take control of the Qing Gang," Hua Long said, "and even... destroy the Shanghai Bund."
Destroy the Shanghai Bund?
I gasped in shock.
How could that be possible?
"What evidence do you have?" I demanded.
Hua Long smiled.
"Do you want to know?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Then... follow me," he said.
I hesitated for a moment.
But I still followed him.
He led me to a secret room.
The room was filled with various books and documents.
"These... are all the evidence I've collected," Hua Long said. "Liu Feng... has been secretly carrying out a plan."
"He is using... the power of evil spirits," Hua Long continued, "to control his followers... making them serve him."
Evil spirits?
I felt a chill run down my spine.
This was hard to believe.
Hua Long said that Liu Feng had made a pact with the evil spirits, using their power to strengthen his Zuo Feng Hall.
But the evil spirits demanded blood.
A few years ago, in April and May, a political event occurred.
Liu Feng took the opportunity to unleash the evil spirits, indulging in a feast of blood.
But he could no longer contain them.
Soon, they would break free again, and it would be a disaster for all living beings.
"Are you crazy? Why should I believe this nonsense?" I asked.
He pointed to a nearby chicken coop.
Inside the coop, a red mountain dove stood out conspicuously.
It was the Chi Jiu Bird.
The Chi Jiu Bird had regained its plump appearance.
It seemed to be sleeping.
Hua Long pulled my hand and glanced at the knife I held.
I looked at the knife in my hand as well.
The Sword God gleamed with golden light.
I gazed at him.
His eyes were resolute.
"I can help you," I said.
"Thank you," Hua Long smiled, "You must make good use of that knife. Also, I will be participating in the finals of the Qing Gang Culinary Competition."
I was taken aback.
He seemed like a hermit, someone who knew everything.
Suddenly, Hua Long leaned closer to me.
His gaze... became profound.
"I know you are scared," he whispered, "but... do not give up hope."
His words flowed like a warm current.
They seeped into my heart.
Just then, the Chi Jiu Bird suddenly flew over.
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