Sun Zhi finally looked up at Xiao He and Zhou Huan. The moment he saw Zhou Huan, he gasped, taking a sharp intake of air. It was him again. His expression became somewhat tense. "I... I'm fine!"

"In that case, you have to tell us whatever we ask. You must cooperate, or your hand won't heal!" Xiao He delivered the words that were barely short of a threat.

Sun Zhi's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Huan; he couldn't utter a word. The last time he was apprehended, it was Zhou Huan who had pinned him down. His fear of Zhou Huan was as deeply ingrained and stubborn as an incurable disease.

Zhou Huan noticed Sun Zhi's panic and offered a slight smile. "You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't do anything to you. I just need to know a few things. I am a 'Shoushi' (Master of Longevity/Restoration), and I'll tell you honestly: your hand can be reattached. It’s the work of some inexplicable divine power, perhaps something modern science can’t fully explain right now, but Zhou Huan sitting here can guarantee it for you."

Sun Zhi listened to Zhou Huan, yet remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps holding back words he dared not speak.

Xiao He and Zhou Huan exchanged a glance. Then, Xiao He questioned Sun Zhi: "Your surname is Sun. Are you related to the Sun elder's family who didn't make it to Wufu? Why did you return to the graveyard, and how did you lose your hand?"

As soon as Xiao He finished speaking, Sun Zhi's face instantly paled. His look of sheer terror and disorientation was extreme panic realized. Cold sweat streamed down his face involuntarily, and his lips trembled ceaselessly.

"Sun Zhi, I know you went through a terrifying ordeal—it was all spectral presence. If you can't voice the knot in your heart, I believe no one can save you. By then, it won't just be about one hand; you might lose a foot, or a leg, until they torment you to death," Zhou Huan stated the situation with grave seriousness.

Listening to Zhou Huan, Sun Zhi’s breathing grew ragged and uncontrolled. "I... I'll talk!" Sun Zhi quickly added, "Master Zhou, I know you are capable. You must promise me that if I tell you everything, you will protect me and stop those foul things from tormenting me. Do you know? I have nightmares every single night, and that old man comes looking for me daily."

"Alright, then. Let's start with your dreams. Tell us what you remember; we'll listen. Once you're done, I will help you resolve this," Zhou Huan and Xiao He exchanged a private moment of satisfaction looking at Sun Zhi.

Sun Zhi took a gulp of water, lit a cigarette, and took a harsh drag before speaking. "Every night, as soon as I close my eyes, that old man comes looking for me with a pistol. Every time he finds me, without asking any reason, he starts shooting incessantly, yelling that he needs to cut the weeds and dig up the roots. I know our family had a history with him, but he already killed my parents. Tell me, how deep must that grudge be?"

"Killed your parents? Do you know why?" Xiao He, driven by professional instinct upon hearing about another case, casually inquired.

"My parents used to work for Old Man Sun. They worked hard together when they were young; rumor has it they had a good relationship. Later, when I grew up, he gave me a generous gift, saying it was what my parents deserved. But my parents refused it, saying they wanted to separate from him, no longer wanting to be involved in his underworld dealings. I don't know the exact details or reasons, only that Old Man Sun later killed my parents. I managed to hide in a hole and escaped that calamity. When I secretly crawled out, my father was already dead. My mother told me I had to avenge them. I..." As he reached this point, tears rolled down Sun Zhi's face.

Zhou Huan stood up, stepping forward to offer a tissue. "Wipe your eyes. Then, why didn't you seek revenge for your parents but instead went into the antique trade?"

"I wanted revenge later on, but my capabilities were limited; I simply couldn't stand against that old man. So, I disappeared, buried my identity, and started trading in the antique market. But now that the old man is dead, I wish I could kill his entire household along with his daughter. However, I lacked the courage. That’s why I went to his grave in the middle of the night. I intended to dig up his grave, scatter his ashes, and perhaps even take the golden basin buried with him. But, to my surprise, when I got there, not a single golden basin was left, and my hand was..." Sun Zhi's eyes turned green as he spoke this. Perhaps the effects of the drug had worn off, or the pain in his hand intensified, causing his whole body to start convulsing.

"When you went to the graveyard that night, did anything else happen? Tell us the precise sequence of events," Xiao He asked, sitting opposite Sun Zhi.

Sun Zhi truthfully recounted every detail of what happened that night. After finishing, his expression and complexion improved significantly. He then turned to look at Zhou Huan: "Master Zhou, you must help me. I really want to have a good night's sleep; otherwise, I'm suffering too much."

Zhou Huan smiled and pulled out a mirror from his bag, placing it in front of Sun Zhi. "Look at yourself. You're already better. As long as you speak out the fear in your heart, you will gain spiritual release. So, you will definitely sleep well tonight." With that, Zhou Huan wrote out a talisman and handed it to Sun Zhi. "This is a Ghost-Repelling Talisman. Keep it with you; no one will bother you tonight. Just focus on recovering from your injury, and I will figure out a way to reattach your hand."

Sun Zhi's gaze transformed into boundless gratitude and emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes again. "Master Zhou, I... how can I ever thank you? How can I express my gratitude!"

"You don't need to thank me. If you remember anything else, make sure to tell us right away," Zhou Huan instructed. He then turned back to help Xiao He pack the materials. The two left the interrogation room, and two junior officers escorted Sun Zhi back to the detention cell.

Just as the pair were hurrying back to Xiao He's office, the Forensic Doctor from the Criminal Investigation Unit came running upstairs, heading straight for Xiao He's office. Seeing both Xiao He and Zhou Huan, he immediately approached them, handing a photograph to Xiao He. "Sister He, Master Zhou is here too. Take a look at this picture. This was just brought back from the funeral parlor—this hand belongs to Sun Zhi."

Zhou Huan and Xiao He had both seen Sun Zhi's hand before. Why was he showing them this photograph again? They looked at it; it appeared no different from before.

The forensic doctor immediately handed over a second photograph. "Look at this one. This was taken just now. Now, do you see any difference between the two hands?"

Zhou Huan was startled when he saw the picture. "Ah? Why does this hand now have two black moles? What's going on?"

"Master Zhou, we don't know about this. This morning, we went to the funeral parlor to process the death certificates for the first two deceased and re-examine the bodies. That's when we found it. Old Xu, who was handling the body, was scared out of his wits. He explained that people often knock on the door of the room where the hand was kept, so he..." The forensic doctor paused, glancing at Xiao He.

Xiao He recognized the implication in the doctor's look. "Just say what you need to say. What are you afraid of?"

"He also wanted to ask Master Zhou for a favor—to take a look, but since he has no money, he hoped Master Zhou could offer some charity."

Zhou Huan laughed openly. "That’s easy. I have a few talismans here. Please take these over to Old Xu for me. From now on, no one is to touch that hand," Zhou Huan instructed, handing a stack of talismans to the forensic doctor.

After relaying the situation, the forensic doctor turned and left. Xiao He went into the office to organize materials. Zhou Huan took his leave. "Xiao He, I'm heading back to Fushou Hall to pick up Dongzi and Tianxiong. We have to go to the graveyard tonight, so I need to leave early. You handle your own dinner."

"Got it. Be careful!"

Zhou Huan dashed downstairs with speed, drove directly back to Fushou Hall. Upon arriving, he searched everywhere but found everyone gone. He locked the door, preparing to leave, just as he saw Dongzi and Tianxiong walking towards him from a distance.

"Master, wait for us!" Li Tianxiong shouted while walking. When they reached him, he gasped out, "Master, we can go now."

"Where were you?"

"Hahaha, Brother, you think Tianxiong is an idiot? He's still young, but he actually went to buy two magnets. Why would he buy that thing for fun? Maybe he got tired of staying at the graveyard," Dongzi teased Li Tianxiong.

Li Tianxiong grinned sheepishly. "You wouldn't understand that. You'll see what it’s for in a moment."

"Alright, enough talk. Get in the car, let’s go." Zhou Huan said, already starting the vehicle.

Li Tianxiong and Dongzi got into the car. As soon as they were seated, Li Tianxiong said, "Master, we don't need to go to the graveyard anymore. We should go straight to the mountain in front of the cemetery. There might be some secrets there; it looks like we have to solve the mystery."

"Why do you say that? Tell me."

"The bodyguards of the Sun family have been guarding the cemetery. Xiangjiao and Li Guang visited last night, but I don't know what they said before they left. Their visit was strange; they dressed like a newly married couple. I was hiding in the tall grass watching them; those fools didn't even notice me, thinking I had already left. Afterward, I followed them and saw them working on something on the mountain in front of the grave plot. When I went up to check after they left, I found nothing. But on my way back, I saw signs of shoveling. So I suspect they might have buried something on the mountain, which is why I bought the magnets—to make a makeshift mine detector." Li Tianxiong laid out his reasoning thoroughly.

Zhou Huan didn't say much. He was thinking about why Li Guang and Xiangjiao would go to the graveyard in the middle of the night. Was it just to bury those things? What were those things, and what were they used for? Zhou Huan didn't speak another word on the way, pressing the accelerator toward the cemetery.