Chapter 288 The adverse consequences of staying up late (Part )
As the night deepened, lights were still on in several rooms of the inn.

Yuan Tiangang was calculating attentively under the light.

Suddenly, an unnoticeable black shadow merged into the light silently, and Zhao Ji, like a shadow in the night, appeared silently behind Yuan Tiangang.

"Teacher, are you still calculating?" Zhao Ji's voice was low and mysterious, as if blending into the night.

When Yuan Tiangang heard the voice, he realized that Zhao Ji was behind him. He turned around suddenly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "Why are you here!"

Zhao Ji did not respond directly, but slowly unfolded the piece of straw paper he got from Xiao Qingfang.

"Is this day real?" Needless to say, this is naturally a question about the supernatural things in Luo He.

Yuan Tiangang looked at the paper, a hint of doubt flashed across his brows: "How did this thing end up in your hands?"

Zhao Ji sneered, "Teacher should thank me. If it weren't for me, this thing would have fallen into Di Renjie's hands!"

Yuan Tiangang gently put down his pen and smiled calmly: "Haha, this is just a fake date. Even if Di Renjie gets it, it won't matter."

Hearing that it was indeed fake, Zhao Ji had an expression of "as expected" and then placed the straw paper over the candle flame, watching it turn into ashes.

"When dealing with Di Renjie, we cannot ignore the details. Any small and insignificant evidence will turn into a disaster for us if it falls into Di Renjie's eyes!" He reminded in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang smiled and shook his head: "Di Renjie is indeed powerful, otherwise he would not have been able to destroy the Snake Spirit Altar in such a short time and get rid of Xiao Qingfang for us."

"But, after all, we are more skilled. Up to now, he has been nothing more than a killing tool in our hands. He knows nothing about our existence and layout."

Seeing Yuan Tiangang being so conceited, Zhao Ji sneered in his heart but did not remind him.

He walked to the front of Yuan Tiangang and asked, "Now that it has come to this, can I ask about the real time of the Luohe miracle?"

Yuan Tiangang's eyes suddenly became fierce, and then relaxed: "Of course! According to my calculations, the Luo River phenomenon should appear between August 28th and September 1st."

"Unfortunately, the calculation is too complicated. I haven't figured out a more specific time yet. It will take a few more days."

Zhao Ji snorted coldly when he heard this, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "Teacher, you have been in Hanguang Temple for ten years, how come you still haven't calculated the time correctly? It seems that you still don't trust me!"

Seeing Zhao Ji's dissatisfaction, Yuan Tiangang smiled and comforted him, "Your Highness, you don't know that to calculate the wonders of the Luo River, I have to rely on the ancient calendars that I accidentally obtained."

"But I am a prisoner in Hanguang Temple. It is not easy for me to get paper and pen. I can only rely on my memory to deduce, so I can only get a rough result."

"After leaving Hanguang Temple, I can get this calendar from Xiao Qingfang and then I can confirm it. This matter is of great importance and cannot afford any mistakes. I have no other choice."

"You see, if I already knew the exact date, why would I bother to calculate it so hard?" Yuan Tiangang raised the straw paper in his hand.

When Zhao Ji heard this, his brows furrowed. Although he had doubts in his heart, he could not do anything to Yuan Tiangang for the time being.
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In another room, Di Renjie sat in front of the desk, holding a brush lightly in his hand, his eyes deep in thought.

On the left side of the desk were several ancient almanacs. In the upper right corner was a lantern, illuminating a stack of straw paper spread out in the center, on which were densely recorded the mysteries and puzzles surrounding the "Snake Spirit" case.

"Two mysterious killers, another force... the mysterious Luo River... the fake Crown Prince Li Xian... Kui Wenzhong..."

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

Di Chun walked in with a pot of hot tea in his hand and advised with concern: "Master, it's late at night, you should go to bed early. Tomorrow morning, we will set off to return to the capital."

Di Renjie took the tea and scolded with a smile: "You little bastard! You are too nosy!"

Di Chun curled his lips and muttered, "Everyone in the inn is asleep except you and Mr. Lu. You haven't had a good rest for several days. You should take care of your health!" Di Renjie smiled slightly when he heard this, but then he showed a hint of surprise when he mentioned that Lu Cheng had not slept: "Oh? Mr. Lu hasn't gone to bed yet?"

Di Chun shook his head, with a bit of helplessness and blame: "That's right, in the whole inn, only the lights in your room are still on."

"That's such a coincidence. I just happen to want to ask Mr. Lu for advice on something." Di Renjie suddenly became interested. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the room with Di Chun.
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In Yuan Tiangang's room, Yuan Tiangang had just evaded Zhao Ji's question about the miraculous things in Luo River.

Zhao Ji couldn't ask in detail, so he could only change the question: "Then I wonder what the teacher's next plan is? Can you explain this clearly?"

Yuan Tiangang nodded: "Of course! Now that Xiao Qingfang is dead, I, in the name of the Lord of the Snake Spirit, order the 22 Snake Spirit Halls to gather in Luoyang City."

"Inside the Crown Prince's Palace, an underground passage has long been dug to guide the water of the Luo River into the city. When the Luo River arrives magically, the flood will destroy the palace."

"The palace will certainly be in chaos. Then the thousands of soldiers from the twenty-two halls will move together to eliminate Wu Zhao and her followers..."

At this moment, Zhao Ji's ears moved and he heard footsteps and conversations outside.

"Which room does Mr. Lu live in?" Di Renjie's voice came.

"On the right, oh, right in front, the one with the light on!" Di Chun replied.

Zhao Ji alertly caught the subtle sounds and conversations outside the door, and hurriedly gestured to Yuan Tiangang to be silent: "Someone is coming!"

Yuan Tiangang's face changed and he quickly picked up a stack of straw papers on the table and put it in his arms.

Zhao Ji flashed and jumped lightly onto the beam, hiding silently in the shadows.

Sure enough, after a few steps, Di Renjie walked to the door. Di Chun knocked on the door: "Is Mr. Lu here?"

Yuan Tiangang pretended to be calm, straightened his clothes, walked slowly to the door, and asked with a little doubt: "Who is it?"

The door opened slightly, and Di Renjie's slightly plump figure came into view: "Mr. Lu, I am visiting you late at night. I really have something important to ask you. I hope you will forgive me for disturbing you."

Although Yuan Tiangang was unwilling in his heart, he smiled and said, "You are too kind, elder. Please come in and discuss in detail."

After some polite exchanges, the two men walked into the room.

Di Renjie's occupational disease is that once he enters an unfamiliar environment, he has to look around.

"How old are you, Mr. Lu?" he asked as he looked at him.

Yuan Tiangang followed closely beside him and calmly replied, "I have wasted seventy-two years."

Upon hearing this, Di Renjie's eyes flashed with surprise. He carefully looked at Yuan Tiangang again, thinking that his age did not match his appearance: "Oh? The old man is energetic, you really can't tell that he is over 70 years old!"

Yuan Tiangang continued to smile and explained casually: "I once learned a little boxing from the old master, and I also know a little about health preservation."

Di Renjie did not doubt him and nodded: "That's right."

He continued to scan Yuan Tiangang's room, and suddenly, his eyes stopped on the desk.

There was ground ink on the table and the brush was also stained with ink. It seemed that something had just been written on it, but there was not a trace of any paper on the table. It was very strange.

(End of this chapter)