Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 222 - 181 The Night Traveler’s Bureau Yang Kun_2

Chapter 222: Chapter 181 The Night Traveler’s Bureau Yang Kun_2

Because once the main focus is put on spellcraft, it is easy to deviate into byways, becoming an outlier.

Practice, that’s how diligent and dedicated it is!

But now, influenced by the guidance of the Book of the Earth, Li Ping’an immediately seized the opportunity to specialize and deduce the "Thunder Technique"...

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The Cen Residence.

Minister of the Household Cen Wenjin lay anxiously on the couch waiting for news, sitting beside him was none other than Yang Kun, the chief of The Night Traveler’s Bureau.

"Lord Yang, it’s been one twelve two-hour period already, shouldn’t there be news by now?"

The extremely weary-looking Cen Wenjin checked the time outside and asked Yang Kun.

"It should be soon. Our entire Night Traveler’s Bureau has been busy just for you tonight. Please wait a moment longer..."

"Alright..."

Cen Wenjin closed his eyes in resignation, anxiously awaiting the news. As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could think of was Cen Fuda’s face, and thinking about it, he cried out like a child, while Yang Kun sat beside him, drinking tea and meditating.

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After the time it took to eat a meal, agents from The Night Traveler’s Bureau gradually returned to report. They had not found any trace of Cen Fuda in Chang’an.

After reporting the news, they all left.

"My son! Where are you? Are you trying to make your father die missing you?"

Even now, Minister of the Household Cen Wenjin was unwilling to believe the anonymous letter written by the puppet.

Yang Kun glanced at the time outside, saying somewhat impatiently:

"Lord Cen, most of the people I dispatched have already looked for you. Now only the last group is left. If they can’t find your son either, there’s nothing more I can do."

"Don’t worry, don’t worry. As long as your Night Traveler’s Bureau makes an effort to help me, I will definitely not let you down."

No sooner had Cen Wenjin finished speaking than five Night Travelers flew into the room, led by Muqiang Baoshan, each holding a box.

"Lord Yang, Lord Cen, we finally found a pile of charred, curled up bones at the entrance to Fallen Dragon Pit."

After saying this, Muqiang Baoshan and the other four Night Travelers placed the boxes side by side on the floor and slowly opened them, revealing the bones of Cen Fuda, Iron Staff Wang Lang, and others who had been killed by Pei Yuanjing.

"These are most certainly not my son’s bones!"

The haggard-looking Cen Wenjin, upon seeing this, immediately jumped out of bed and stared intensely at the bones in the five boxes.

"Oh?"

Yang Kun retorted:

"Lord Cen, why are you so certain?"

Cen Wenjin stubbornly replied:

"Including those with him, my son had at least twenty people, yet you only brought back five sets of bones from the Fallen Dragon Pit! Therefore, my son is definitely not dead!"

"Is that so?"

Yang Kun, holding his teacup, turned to Muqiang Baoshan and asked in detail:

"How many sets of bones are in these five boxes?"

Pointing to the five boxes, Muqiang Baoshan explained:

"Although there are only five boxes here, they actually contain the bones of more than twenty people tangled together, most of which were incinerated. These are just the ones we carefully separated, hence the five boxes!"

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, the world went dark before Cen Wenjin’s eyes, and he nearly fainted, yet he still neither wanted nor dared to believe that among these bones were his son Cen Fuda’s.

Seeing Cen Wenjin reacting like a woman in despair, crying and fussing after hearing Muqiang Baoshan’s explanation, Yang Kun couldn’t be bothered to speak with him. He tilted his head toward Muqiang Baoshan, who immediately understood and said to Cen Wenjin:

"Lord Cen, may I borrow a few drops of your fresh blood?"

"What do you need my blood for?"

"Of course, to ascertain if your son’s bones are among these!"

"Alright..."

The butler Cen San immediately fetched a Wrist-Piercing Dagger and a small bowl. Cen Wenjin took the dagger, cleanly cut his fingertip, and as he let the blood drip into the bowl, he prayed fervently that his son’s bones were not among those in the pile.

"Night Traveler, is this enough?"

Cen Wenjin lifted the bowl with half a bowl of fresh blood for Muqiang Baoshan to see.

"That’s enough!"

After taking the half bowl of blood, Muqiang Baoshan instructed Cen Wenjin:

"Lord Cen, please wait a moment! I will now perform the spell to confirm if your son’s bones are here or not!"

Muqiang Baoshan walked up to the five boxes with the half bowl of blood and formed a seal over the bowl:

"Blood Droplet Seal! Rise!"

Suddenly, everyone saw the fresh blood in Muqiang Baoshan’s bowl come to life as if animated, flying out of the bowl by itself, and then hovering before five boxes before finally descending onto the bones in three of the boxes.

"Take them!"

At Muqiang Baoshan’s command, the four Night Travelers immediately separated the bones stained with Cen Wenjin’s son’s blood from the other bones and placed them on the ground.

"Lord Cen, now it can be fully confirmed—that is your son indeed."

After Muqiang Baoshan had spoken, Cen Wenjin fell to his knees before his son’s bones and clung to them, breaking into heartbreaking sobs:

"My son! My son! Your death was so tragic!"

Yang Kun rolled his eyes at Cen Wenjin and then got up to leave:

"Lord Cen, I have done you the favor you asked for. If there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave!"

Cen Wenjin, holding his son’s bones, looked up and pleaded:

"Lord Yang, name your price! How much to kill Li Ping’an!"

"Haha."

Yang Kun turned around disdainfully:

"Lord Yang, having The Night Traveler’s Bureau risk our necks for you— I’m afraid you couldn’t afford our price!"

Cen Wenjin said through gritted teeth:

"As long as it avenges my son, no matter how much it costs, I can afford it!"

"Very well!"

Yang Kun smiled sinisterly, then raised a finger:

"Lord Cen, don’t say I’m fleecing you. Catching Li Ping’an, unaffiliated as he is but still a Daoist, is a bit difficult. Our fee only covers capturing him; if you want an excuse to kill him, that will be double!"

"Agreed!"

Cen Wenjin understood that one finger from Yang Kun signified ten million taels of silver—not a small sum, but without bargaining, it showed how desperate he was for revenge.

Seeing Iron Rooster Cen Wenjin agree so readily sparked curiosity in Yang Kun:

"Lord Cen, is Li Ping’an worth that much money?"

"Certainly not! But my son is worth it!"

After expressing his bitter resentment, Cen Wenjin slowly rose to his feet and said:

"However, I have one condition!"

"What condition?"

Cen Wenjin’s eyes brimming with fury:

"I want to kill Li Ping’an with my own hands to avenge my son!"

"No problem!"

After hearing this, Cen Wenjin turned to his butler, Cen San, and commanded:

"Gather the money tonight, send ten million taels to Lord Yang’s residence first thing tomorrow morning, and the rest after the deed is done!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The butler Cen San nodded in agreement.

"Very well, then I will take my leave now, Lord Cen. Wait for the good news!"

After saying this, Yang Kun left the Cen Residence with Muqiang Baoshan and the other four Night Travelers. As they were leaving, they could hear the sound of mournful wailing filling the entire Cen Residence.

As Yang Kun and his entourage were about to mount their horses at the entrance of the Cen Residence, Muqiang Baoshan suddenly spoke up:

"Lord Yang, I do not believe that Li Ping’an killed Cen Fuda, the son of Lord Cen."

"Oh?"

Yang Kun, seated on his horse, cocked his head and asked:

"Why do you think so?"

"Truth be told, I know someone named Li Ping’an..."

Yang Kun stroked his beard teasingly:

"Isn’t he the one you said saved you from the Six Demons on your journey back from Mount Shu, when you passed Five Fingers Mountain? How commendable, a Night Traveler pleading for a Lower Nine Streams bandit. You certainly are progressing!"

"I do not know if this Li Ping’an is the bandit who saved me."

Muqiang Baoshan added:

"According to Cen Wenjin, his son was with a group that included a junior uncle from the Flame Cloud Sect, theSecond Most Talented Under Heaven, Pei Yuanjing."