The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

303: Chapter 303 Anti-Demon TreasureDoudou moved very quickly, and very suddenly.

A second ago, she was still lying on the bed, convulsing like an epileptic.

The next second, she sprang up and pounced on Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang hadn’t reacted in time at all.

But Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya were no pushovers; especially Liu Jing, who raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

”Slap—”

Doudou was slapped directly back onto the bed.

But she quickly sprang up again and pounced on Han Jingyang, showing no reaction to pain.

A normal person receiving such a slap, even if they didn’t feel pain, would get a concussion and be dizzy for a good while.

But Doudou had no reaction at all, continuing to shout ”All men deserve to die” as she pounced on Han Jingyang.

At the same time, a thick, blood-red aura emerged from within Doudou and quickly condensed into a woman’s face—the very woman from the oil painting who looked just like Doudou. The woman’s features were still exquisite, but her expression was cold and eerie. A faint, imperceptible smile played on her black-red face, the corners of her mouth curling slightly as she stared at Han Jingyang, as if contemplating how to strike.

Looking closely, this woman’s face was actually formed by the condensation of many more women’s faces; eyes, nostrils, ears, mouths, and even the hair concealed one woman’s face after another.

Terrifying.

Eerie.

Hair-raising.

Even someone like Han Jingyang, who had seen big scenes, felt his hair stand on end and his whole body go cold for a moment.

This is resentment, right?

How many people must have died to condense such thick resentment?

And it looks like all of them were women.

Without a doubt, Doudou was the killer’s next target.

This killer must die!

Such scum doesn’t deserve to live in this world.

Han Jingyang suddenly became extraordinarily angry.

Before, he had just treated it as a small interlude, a minor trouble he could solve with a wave of his hand.

But now, he only wanted to find the killer, throw the killer in front of these vengeful spirits, and let the killer taste the feeling of having their soul devoured by them.

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, and when the woman formed by the black-red aura pounced over, he suddenly swung the solid bamboo cane in his hand at her.

He hadn’t learned any cane techniques, nor did he understand fighting or practical combat; he just swung the cane, striking and smashing wildly.

However, the seemingly chaotic cane technique, when hitting the woman’s face, instantly repelled this terrifying vengeful spirit.

Once.

Again.

Han Jingyang, pressing his advantage, swung the solid bamboo cane fiercely at Doudou.

The vengeful spirit had nowhere to hide; even retreating back into Doudou’s body, it still couldn’t escape the attacks of the solid bamboo cane.

”Name: Republic of China Solid Bamboo Cane.”

”Grade: Rank 5.”

”Attribute: Ghost-Bashing +9.”

”Skill: Ghost-Bashing and Spirit-Driving.”

The attribute was just Ghost-Bashing.

And it added 9 points.

It was more than enough to deal with the vast majority of such existences.

Although it didn’t have very strong lethality, it was sufficient for driving away, subduing, and intimidating.

What is an anti-ghost treasure?

This is it.

To deal with a living person like Tian Chunming, this was just an ordinary bamboo cane.

But to deal with all kinds of unclean existences, it was undoubtedly a divine artifact.

Hiding in a physical body was useless.

However, Han Jingyang’s goal was not to destroy these vengeful spirits.

Therefore, he stopped once the vengeful spirit hid deep away and Doudou returned to normal.

Once Doudou woke up, he said calmly, ”You almost killed me just now.”

Doudou was horrified and hurriedly apologized, ”I’m sorry, I...”

”No need to say that. Tell me your own thoughts; don’t tell me you don’t have any ideas at all.”

”I do, I do. I tried to investigate the identities of those women, but my ability was limited. I only found two or three. Their identities, ages, and hometowns were all different, but they had one thing in common.”

”What?”

”They all passed away within two years of getting married, but their causes of death were all different.”

”Tell me in detail.” Doudou weakly opened her phone: ”This is the earliest victim, a local from Quancheng named Liu Zhiyan. Born in ’68, married in ’88, and a year later, she drowned in a reservoir near her home. This one is named Zhang Xiaoyue, born in ’84, married in ’06, and died in a car accident in the summer of ’07. This one is named Li Jianmei, born in ’78, married in ’96, and died in a fire in the summer of ’97.”

Han Jingyang looked at the women in the photos and carefully recalled the faces of the women he had seen on the vengeful spirit earlier; indeed, several looked familiar.

This killer... did they just want to kill people? Or was there another purpose?

Using such time-consuming, laborious, and eerie methods to murder so many newly married women—was it a special requirement? Or the killer’s own special fetish?

Was the killer an ordinary person? Or a cultivator?

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, transferred all the relevant information Doudou had collected to his own phone, and then gave Liu Jing a look.

Liu Jing put down her combat blade and helped Doudou into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Liu Jing helped Doudou, who had changed into a new set of clothes, come out.

Han Jingyang poured a new cup of hot tea and handed it over: ”What exactly is the situation between you and Old Wang?”

Doudou said in a low voice, ”Two months ago, I suddenly discovered that I could occasionally get a good night’s sleep when I was around Old Wang.”

”Do you know the reason?”

”I don’t know.”

”Not even a little suspicion?”

”I previously suspected that Old Wang had an amulet you gave him, Mr. Han, but I later discovered it wasn’t that.”

Han Jingyang became interested. This was another little mystery.

Old Wang truly lived up to his reputation as the social butterfly of Quancheng; he was involved in every big and small matter, with a participation rate of almost 100%.

Since I started, almost every major and minor event I’ve encountered has involved Old Wang. He had the lowest participation in the He Dingkun incident, but in the other events, either Old Wang was dragged into it, or he actively involved himself.

Now, he was even more deeply involved in this matter.

Not only did he find a victim to be his little lover, but he could even suppress the restlessness of the vengeful spirits with his mortal body.

Impressive!

Han Jingyang secretly gave Wang Zhiwei a thumbs up, then slowly chatted with Doudou, asking clearly about almost every detail from before she came into contact with the painting until now, including certain private matters between her and Wang Zhiwei.

Doudou told him everything without holding anything back; she was almost turning into a monster, so who cared about such insignificant privacy?

On the contrary, the two young women, Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing, felt a bit uncomfortable.

After chatting for more than two hours, Han Jingyang pointed to the bedroom: ”I’ll take that painting with me first. Is that okay?”

Doudou hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily: ”You can try any method to destroy it. At worst, I’ll just have another nightmare.”

Han Jingyang smiled and said nothing.

There was no need to make guarantees before the matter was done.

Making solemn vows or speaking without thinking were the actions of the weak.

With enough strength, there was simply no need to say so much.

However, Doudou’s safety could not be ignored; she might be the only victim still alive.

Han Jingyang got the painting, thought for a moment, and said to Doudou: ”If you don’t have anything important to do, it’s best to move near Jiguang Zhai. If you’re willing, it’s best to install a surveillance system in your room and share the link with... my girlfriend. That way, if there’s danger, we can rush over immediately.”

Doudou was overjoyed: ”I’ll go find a place right now.”

”Shall we go together?”

”Okay, thank you, Mr. Han.”

Ten minutes later.

Han Jingyang’s car led the way.

Doudou’s car followed behind.

One after the other, they left the residential complex.

But just as they left the intersection of the complex, they saw Wang Zhiwei driving towards them.

Seeing Han Jingyang’s car, Wang Zhiwei looked stunned.

When he saw Doudou’s car following behind, his expression became even more bewildered. He poked his head out and shouted, ”Little Brother, what is the meaning of this?”