Reborn As Super Heiress

At the moment when Huo Sining was quietly waiting for the situation to unfold, the people next door seemed to be waiting for something as well.

"Mr. Python, when do we start?"

After resting for a while, those people presumably found the wait rather dull, and one of them asked.

"Wait a bit longer." The man, who seemed to be Uncle Tong, uttered these three words and then clamped his mouth shut, appearing as if it would take a screwdriver to pry it open.

Mr. Python? Huo Sining was taken aback but silently memorized the name.

They waited until nighttime, when these people ordered takeout to eat, at around ten o'clock they started packing their things to get ready to move.

Huo Sining gave Qibao a look, and the two followed behind as they saw those people driving away in a dilapidated van. Huo Sining was anxious but had no choice, so she inquired with the innkeeper about where to rent a car.

It wasn't easy to rent a car at such a late hour, but Huo Sining worried about the safety of a taxi. The innkeeper didn't know what Huo Sining wanted a car for, but seeing that she was just a young lady who didn't look like a scammer, and given her promise of two thousand yuan for a night's rental, the innkeeper very readily lent her his car.

Having borrowed the car, Huo Sining drove all the way following those people. The Oil Rat gang was quite cautious, presumably afraid of being tailed, and they circled around the city for a few laps before heading to the outskirts.

If they had gone directly to the outskirts, Huo Sining might not have caught up so quickly, but those people were too vigilant, and they circled around the city several times before setting out for the suburbs.

With Qibao present, there was a Thousand-Mile Guider on Mr. Python and the "Old Granny". On the second lap around the city, Qibao directed Huo Sining to catch up to the dilapidated van, but out of fear of being discovered, Huo Sining didn't dare to drive too close, keeping a distant tail instead.

"These people are so dumb, not knowing we installed a tracker on them!"

Qibao, while directing, had a peculiar and smug smile on his face, clearly feeling thrilled and excited by this prank-like game, showing unprecedented excitement.

However, Huo Sining's mood was not high; her mind was full of doubts, suspicion about Uncle Tong, and speculation about these people's intentions.

Evidently, noticing Huo Sining's knitted brows and off expression, Qibao quieted down after his excitement, and suddenly said, "Sister, is the person from the old residence you're looking for that guy wrapped up tightly?"

Huo Sining was startled and immediately looked up, "How do you know? Did you see it?"

Qibao shook his head, "They were all together, I didn't get close enough to tell, but when I snuck a peek in the hallway at the inn, just that person's aura was very unusual."

"Unusual aura? What do you mean?" Huo Sining glanced at Qibao in confusion.

Qibao's expression was somewhat serious: "It's just that the aura of death on him is very strong, and even his eyes are filled with death. I suspect this person has been living off tomb robbing long-term, and has likely even consumed the dead!"

Huo Sining was quite frightened by this, her face turned pale as she looked at him in horror and asked dryly, "Don't scare me! How could a little brat like you tell just by looking?"

Qibao pursed his lips, a bit unhappy, "Sister, don't forget I came from the Miao Village. My mother is a shrine maiden; when I was little she took me to see a corpse chaser in Xiangxi. You must've heard of witch gu and corpse chasing, right? Even though that man was wrapped tightly, the intense aura emanating from him was just like the scent on those corpse chasers; I could smell it right away!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Sining suddenly recalled the time she was peeping at the inn, when that Mr. Python next door seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head, looking over with those death-alike eyes, and the thought of that scene made Huo Sining shiver uncontrollably.

She had seen Uncle Tong in the old residence in Lao Huai Hutong when she went there with Huang Hanyun and others to sort out her father and grandmother's legacy last year during the New Year in the Imperial Capital.

At that time, she noticed Uncle Tong's skin and hands showed a sickly paleness, his face was full of scars, and his eyes were as flat as stagnant water, giving off an unspeakable strangeness. But back then, Huo Sining didn't think much about it, just assuming it was because Uncle Tong had lived in dim light for years. Now it seemed, things were far more complicated than she had anticipated.

Huo Sining's expression turned somewhat peculiar. She had once suspected that Uncle Tong might be her father, but now she dared not think of it.

Because once she considered her father had transformed from a special forces soldier into a tomb raider, hiding his identity while mingling with tomb robbers, digging up graves and profiting from the dead, and possibly even, as Qibao said, consuming human flesh, it was too hard to accept. The thought left her extremely uncomfortable; she could not believe that the father, known in the Huang family as a model of integrity, would fall to such a state.

Nonetheless, perhaps it was because Uncle Tong was among them, Huo Sining didn't have the urge to report the situation to Yang Xiaohan with a text message.

Previously, she was very eager to assist Yang Xiaohan in capturing these tomb robbers, but now with Uncle Tong involved, she could no longer muster the same firm resolve.

She, too, had her own private concerns. Deep down, although she was trying hard to reject and deny the possibility that Uncle Tong could be Liang Ruining, she didn't dare to gamble because she feared that the fact she least wanted to believe in might indeed be true.

No matter what profession her father was involved in, or what his character was like, he was still her father. Although she had never spent time with Liang Ruining in her twenty years in this world, and didn't even know what he looked like, a father is a father, and he is connected to her by blood; her existence is an extension of him. If he were really still alive, she truly didn't want their reunion as father and daughter to take place at a scene of arrest.

A trace of vulnerability flashed in Huo Sining's eyes, only to be quickly concealed again. Her hands firmly gripped the steering wheel, yet the car wheels never halted, closely following the van ahead from a kilometer away and eventually arriving at a remote mountainside.