The heavy rain washed the glazed tiles of the Jinyu Pavilion. Su Chen squatted on the steps of the Qingtai, and his fingertips touched the tiny scratches on the door frame. Tang Ren held up an oil-paper umbrella and rushed into the rain, shouting, "Come on!" Suddenly, the back of his neck was stimulated by the cold water droplets and he shrank his neck - the copper bells hanging from the eaves moved automatically without wind, and two or three bell tongues pointed to the southwest Kun position.
"Kun is the element of the universe, and it controls evil." Su Chen stood up and shook off the rain on his long gown, and the Liuren-style disk that had been handed down from his ancestors slipped out of his sleeves. The magnetic needle on the bronze disk trembled in the rainstorm, and finally stopped at the "Death Gate" position. Qin Feng poked his head out from the inner room, and his stuttering voice mixed with the sound of rain: "Corpse, the gold foil in the nail crevices of the corpse..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of porcelain breaking came from the alley. Tang Ren went out like a wet raccoon cat, and came back a moment later with a trembling apprentice. The snake tattoo on the inside of 꿁年꿛's wrist made Su Chen's pupils shrink slightly - it was clearly a scar left after the old tattoo was washed off, and the winding snake tail just formed half of the letter Q.
The iron door of the warehouse opened with a groan of rust, and the salty sea breeze wrapped in the scent of aged teak blew in my face. Su Chen knocked on the pillar with his fingers, and the hollow echo hid a subtle rhythm. Tang Ren picked up the iron crowbar to smash it, but was stopped by Qin Feng: "귷, 귷 the sound of the mechanism of the sound box!"
The moment the secret compartment popped open, two or three gilded wooden boxes glowed dimly in the moonlight. Su Chen put on a plain gauze mask and opened the box lid. In each box lay half a broken jade Pixiu. When Qin Feng pieced the broken pieces together, the copper wedge at the gap suddenly oozed a dark red liquid - it turned out to be cinnabar mixed with cinnabar.
"This is the Yin-Yang wedge from Lu Ban's victory technique." Su Chen used a silver needle to pick up the copper wedge for a closer look, and the tip of the needle turned black instantly. "Use the remains of the ferocious beast as a guide to set up the Nine Palaces Soul-Snatching Formation." Tang Ren suddenly pointed outside the window and exclaimed. The mast of the cargo ship illuminated by the moonlight was projected onto the wall, and its shadow just passed through the pieced-together jade Pixiu, casting a complete Q-shaped totem on the wall.
The rosewood counter of the century-old pharmacy was covered with a thin layer of dust. Su Chen's fingertips brushed across the handles of the drawers with tortoise-shell patterns. In the third dark compartment, the fragments of Chaozhou sugar towers glowed with a strange luster. Qin Feng used a magnifying glass to observe the sugar thread pattern: "This, this is a mold made of corpse wax!"
Tang Ren picked up a piece of sugar residue and tried to lick it, but Su Chen knocked it down with his folding fan. The fan bones unfolded to reveal the remaining pages of Kaogong Ji. The yellowed paper overlapped with the sugar tower pattern, revealing a canal map from the Ayutthaya period. When the three of them found the abandoned sugar factory by following the map, the charred sugar scale on the bottom of the iron pot suddenly fell off, revealing an etched six-hexagram square dot matrix.
"Li on Kan, water and fire on Ji." Su Chen used a sugar spoon as a divination, and Qin Feng suddenly knocked over the sugar jar. The flowing syrup formed an arrow in the cracks of the green bricks, pointing directly to the ancient well behind the Buddhist temple. Tang Ren looked out and saw a skeleton entangled in the vines on the wall of the well, with the Su family's ancestral jade bracelet on its wrist.
The creaking sound of the wheel startled the birds in the night sky, and the veins on Su Chen's back popped out as he clenched the rope. The copper box was covered with copper green, and two jade bells were embedded in the pupils of the Taotie pattern on the box. Qin Feng suddenly stuttered, "This, this is the Thousand Machine Lock recorded in the Lu Ban Sutra!"
Tang Ren took out the six hexagram sticks he found in the sugar factory and arranged them according to the Luoshu numbers engraved on the well platform. The moment the copper box popped open, the portraits of two or three people guarding the box rose up with the smoke, and the eyes of each painting were glued with bloody gold foil. Su Chen used well water to wet the scroll, and the hidden Chaozhou songbook appeared, and the "Cheng" in the lyrics were replaced with the names of Bangkok streets.
"So that's how it is." Su Chen stroked the water stains on the songbook, "They want to turn the whole city into a living eye." The night wind swept across the well platform, and the spire of the Jade Buddha Temple in the distance suddenly lit up with blood light, casting a huge Q-shaped silhouette in the clouds. Tang Ren picked up the peach wood stake beside the well, and Qin Feng had already rushed to the bell tower - there came the roar of the gears turning.