When Xu Fei opened the coordinates and studied the map, a strange sense of familiarity hit him.
“This place… isn’t it near that little village where Duanmu Qing and her family live?”
With doubts swirling in his mind, and determined not to let the voodoo master slip away again, Xu Fei set off immediately.
This time, he hopped into his black Hummer and roared back to the area near the coordinates on his phone.
When Xu Fei parked and stepped out, he spotted a small wooden cabin halfway up the hillside.
From the outside, the cabin looked utterly ordinary, like any old rustic house.
But Xu Fei wasn’t one to let his guard down. He steadied his nerves and began cautiously approaching.
As he reached the cabin door, the inside was eerily quiet, as if no one was there at all.
But Xu Fei wasn’t fooled. From the moment Hell’s Ear sent him the coordinates to his drive here, barely half an hour had passed.
In such a short time, surrounded by vast mountains, even if the voodoo master had some uncanny foresight, he couldn’t have fled far.
The silence inside suggested only one thing to Xu Fei.
The voodoo master must have sensed his arrival and was lying in wait, ready to strike when Xu Fei stepped inside.
“Not falling for that one!”
Xu Fei took a moment to study the cabin’s layout, then silently crept to a spot beneath one of its windows.
He summoned his true qi, focusing it at the cabin’s front door.
*Boom!*
The true qi surged forward, blasting the door wide open.
At the same instant, Xu Fei vaulted through the window.
As he landed inside, he saw a figure with its back to him, tensely staring at the doorway.
The figure’s hands were forming seals, and a massive, grotesque ghost face hovered in the air.
It was, of course, the voodoo master who’d fled from Xu Fei earlier. Clearly weakened from his injuries, the ghost face he’d conjured was noticeably smaller and less potent than before.
Xu Fei scanned the room. Deer and bear hides hung on the walls, likely left by some hunter using the place as a rest stop.
It hadn’t been used for hunting lately, so the voodoo master had taken it over.
But one wall stood out.
The stolen statue with three heads and six arms sat there, surrounded by Buddhist paraphernalia, with Buddhist mantras plastered on the wall.
What puzzled Xu Fei was the top of the wall, where a samurai sword was enshrined!
“What… who the hell is this bloke?”
The sight of the samurai sword left Xu Fei utterly baffled about the voodoo master’s origins.
“Oi, what’re you gawking at?”
Seeing the man still hadn’t noticed him, Xu Fei called out to get his attention.
The voodoo master jumped at the sound from behind, spinning around in a panic and stammering, “You… it’s you again? Why’re you so bloody relentless? What’ll it take for you to let me go?”
