An Moxue knew that there would be no chance to explore the house tonight, so she could only stay until the end of the banquet and leave with Karl.

On the bus, An Moxue still found the name Anthony a bit strange, so she asked Karl, "Karl, do you know someone named Anthony? In his twenties, his full name is Popov Sivari Anthony."

Karl looked at An Moxue. In the dimly lit carriage, he couldn't see An Moxue's expression clearly. He asked curiously, "What did he do to you?"

"So you know him?" Although An Moxue's question was phrased as a question, her tone was one of certainty.

Carl had a rather complicated story to tell about this person: "Well, he's a business talent, but also an oddball."

An Moxue became curious and asked, "What's strange about it?"

“The Popov family are all devout shamans, and they are very devout in their faith in shamanism, especially Anthony.”

Upon hearing this, An Moxue wondered if Anthony's visit to her tonight was not a random act, but perhaps instructed by a shaman or deity.

This thought arose inexplicably in her mind, but the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

But it also felt a bit absurd. How could this be! How could it be impossible!

Karl sensed she was distracted and asked, "Giddy, are you alright? Are you listening to me?"

An Moxue regained her composure, looked at Karl, and said, "Please continue."

"He likes to consult shamans for everything he does, praying, divining, seeking medical advice, and summoning gods. In particular, all the businesses he runs are profitable, and many people want to cooperate with him, but if you approach him and say you want to do business with him, there is absolutely no hope."

"Why? Could it be related to his beliefs?" An Moxue felt that this was very likely.

"Yes, according to him, whatever he does is not his own business, but he will do it under the guidance of the gods, and no one can force him to do it."

"Is that even possible?" An Moxue had seen devout believers before who offered all their rice, flour, oil, and money to their faith. Some even donated their entire estate to the faith after death, while their own food and clothing were very coarse. Their piety was chilling, and they didn't care about their families' feelings at all. If anyone said anything bad about their faith in front of them, they would fight you to the death.

An Moxue used to be a skeptic of ghosts and gods, but ever since her ancestor sent her from another world to this one, she has held back. Just because we don't know something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. However, she won't blindly accept the unknown; that would be irrational and unbecoming of her.

"You still haven't told me what he did to you?" Carl was really curious, mainly because this Anthony was no ordinary person; he was a bit sinister.

"He said he wanted to go into business with me, but I didn't even know who he was or what he did. It was all so inexplicable."

Carl smiled, looked at An Moxue, and said, "Congratulations, the God of Wealth has come to you on his own initiative."

"Is this guy trustworthy, or is he just kidding?" An Moxue was somewhat skeptical.

"You can rest assured, the Popov family is not a small family, it has a rich history." Karl was even a little envious of Gido, this banquet was a windfall.

Meanwhile, Anthony, who had returned to his family, excitedly approached his grandfather, who was in charge of the family, and said to him, "Grandfather, there is hope for our family! I have seen the person enshrined in the secret room. She looks a lot like the portrait, but she is younger than the portrait, about seventeen or eighteen years old."

Anthony's grandfather, with his graying hair, opened his eyes and revealed a pair of shrewd eyes. He asked eagerly, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Does it look alike?"

Anthony thought for a moment and said, "The rest is not very similar, only the eyes are exactly the same. If you keep looking at those eyes, it feels like they can see right through your soul, completely naked."

The old man stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look at the secret room."

Anthony helped the old man up and led him toward the secret room.

In the secret room, Anthony looked at the portrait and murmured, "Grandfather, can she really save our Bobo family from this calamity?"

The old man looked at the portrait and said, "I'm not sure either, but there's no other way now. It's better to try anything than to wait for death, isn't it?"

"Will it really work? Does she even know what our family is...?"

"Shut up, hundreds of years have passed, who knows?"

"Can..."

The old man didn't answer her; he just stared silently at the portrait, and no one knew what he was thinking.

If An Moxue saw this portrait, she would be greatly surprised, because the portrait was clearly of the priest ancestor dressed in tree bark.

An Moxue returned home, still feeling resentful. She went to the Nikolai family, but found nothing.

Back home, she thought it over and over, and felt that tonight might be an opportunity.

In the early hours of the morning, An Moxue, dressed in black, leaped out of the house, crossed two streets, took out her car, and drove towards the Nyigula family.

In the early hours of the morning in Puda, there were occasional drunkards wandering the streets, but cars were scarce, which made An Moxue somewhat nervous.

An Moxue didn't drive the car to the vicinity of Nikolai's house. Instead, she got out of the car, parked it, and ran towards Nikolai's house when she was still some distance away.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the house, An Moxue concealed her aura. At this moment, she felt it necessary to go back and find a special technique for concealing one's aura to practice, as it would be essential for carrying out the mission.

She began to observe the area around the house, looking for a weak point to enter from.

After observing the area, An Moxue noticed that the number of guards had decreased by more than half. This allowed An Moxue to enter the house during the intervals between patrols.

An Moxue seized the opportunity and climbed over the wall into the courtyard from a hidden corner.

Just as I was about to go inside, a patrolman walked by, and one of them turned around and glanced at me, saying, "I feel like there's something there!"

The other one glanced back and said, "I didn't see or feel anything. Don't scare yourself like that. Okay, let's finish this patrol so we can go back and rest. I'm exhausted. We've been patrolling all night and haven't dared to relax."

An Moxue immediately and carefully stood against the wall, concealing her breathing. Once the group had walked away, she left and went inside the house.

During the dinner, she had already found out the location of Nikolai's study, which was in the innermost room on the third floor.

As soon as An Moxue reached the second floor, she heard someone on the first floor say, "Sir, it's so late and you're still awake. You must be tired. Alright, I'll bring the midnight snack up. You can go and rest now. We can finish up tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you for your understanding, Manager."

Then came the sound of light footsteps. An Moxue hurriedly ran to the second-floor restroom and hid. She listened to the footsteps as they went up to the third floor and gradually faded away.