Chuying pursed her lips before saying, "Uncle Huang made too general a statement last night. I just learned that you used your mother to deal with the other party's blood grudge."
"As for Manager Yang, I said it in advance. I wanted to take this opportunity to let Mr. Huang absorb you. You have a backing and it will be much easier to do things. But I didn't expect that he had other plans..."
In fact, this is how I deduced Tsubaki Hotaru's intentions at the beginning.
It's just that Manager Yang is not very good at hiding his intentions, and I discovered the flaw in just a few words.
"There are no pie in the sky, and there aren't that many good things in the world. I'm in trouble, and Huang Si can't just find trouble. The deal is actually the fairest. I want information about the Luo family, and I want Huang Si to help, so I'll do it for Huang." When you do something, it's a matter of course." I explained to Chuying calmly.
Chuying asked back: "Then if it can't be done, why will it cost you your life?"
"Everyone has his own destiny. It's better than being unable to take revenge and being a coward." I smiled.
"you……"
"There are many ways. You can find other people for information. Why do you have to go to Huangsi?" Chuying clenched her teeth and her cheeks turned red.
I didn't answer any more and looked out the window in silence.
…
The atmosphere in the car also became silent.
The car entered the familiar parking lot of a high-rise community.
Tsubaki didn't even call me when she got out of the car.
I followed her into the elevator.
There was a ding, and the third floor was arrived.
Almost all the dozen or so doors on the circular wall are open, and the corridor is deep and deep.
The hall is not as empty as the last time I came here. The sofas are full of people and the noise is noisy.
A considerable number of people have ugly and weird looks and surly and fierce expressions.
In itself, the nine popular figures are day and night. It is impossible for ordinary people with a good birth to engage in funeral business. People who know the business would like to seek a sun god.
Just like the Xu family, they turned against me when they heard that I was an expert at telling fortunes and could not tell fortunes.
Therefore, no matter who you are born, you have no choice before you join the Nine-Level profession, which makes most people in this profession have weird and surly personalities.
Of course, this cannot be generalized. It is just that paper figures often summon spirits, barbers shave the heads of dead people every day, corpse exorcists touch corpses at any time, and there are countless other industries. If you encounter too many ghastly things, normal people will become abnormal.
The two walked out of the elevator.
The entire hall suddenly became quiet, and dozens of eyes glanced at me.
Coldness, curiosity, contempt, and even pity...
I frowned slightly, feeling repelled by this kind of place.
Chao Ying did not stop, and I continued walking forward with her.
A lot of eyes followed, and someone even blew the whistle twice. Seeing that I didn't respond, they all started laughing again.
After entering the long and narrow corridor, there is a door about ten meters away, and there are two thick doors at the end.
After Tsubaki opened the door and let me in, she didn't come in.
The door slowly closed, and her charming mood disappeared, replaced by a trace of coldness.
"You take care of yourself."
The zigzag overlapped with the squeak of the door being completely closed, making it harsh...
Tsubaki Ying was angry.
But for me, there aren't many choices.
The jars, pottery figures, lanterns, and paper figures placed on the cabinets on the right wall exude a chilly atmosphere.
The porcelain doll on the tea tray in front seemed to be staring at me, and its darkened lips seemed to be smiling.
I walked to the middle of the room, put my hands behind my back, and waited quietly.
After waiting for almost half an hour, the door was pushed open again, and Manager Yang came in. Behind him were still two people, the lean hag with the mourning stick, and the short coffin bearer with the thick bamboo pole on his back.
The two people looked at me very warily.
"Haha, Tsubaki Ying has a temperament and likes excitement. I knew she would drive back so early."
Manager Yang had a smile on his face, and the silence that had previously been felt by me when I revealed his plan was wiped away, and he asked me to sit down again.
There was a wooden chair in front of the tea tray. After I sat down, Manager Yang came to the front to make tea.
As he lifted the pot, a slender stream of tea rushed into the tea bowl. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The Luo family's information is of great importance. If I give it to you rashly, it will be risky for me. Therefore, you have to do something first." Getting the information later also gives me some time to prepare for collection, nephew Xian Shen, are you okay?"
Manager Yang pushed the tea cup in front of me.
I picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and replied calmly: "Don't break your promise, just go back on your word."
A glimmer of light flashed in Manager Yang's eyes, and he said, "Mr. Yang never breaks his promise."
Then, he explained what he wanted me to do for him.
As Chaoying said before, Huang Si is responsible for the underworld in the entire Jinyang area.
Specifically, for funerals of the dead and for ghosts and corpses, it is the Lord God who collects money and arranges manpower, which is equivalent to a different kind of "official".
A few months ago, Hongsi accepted an extremely difficult matter.
In Jinyang's Economic Development Zone, a real estate company developed an area ten years ago. However, it dragged its feet for four or five years and went bankrupt, leaving behind a lot of unfinished buildings.
The city found many new developers, but they all said there were safety risks and were unwilling to take over.
After trying various methods to no avail, the relevant departments decided to blast it and redevelop it.
In the past few years, the unfinished buildings have been filled with people. Evicting them is not difficult, and compensation has been agreed upon.
But every time when demolition is about to be carried out, you will see people standing at the door of some rooms or on the open-air balcony, clearly visible.
Where can it be blown up?
Then I arranged for people to go in and clear out the room. Not only was no one found, the staff actually disappeared...
This hot potato fell into the hands of Huang Si.
Huang Si sent people in several times, but they all ended without success, and those people never came out again.
After Manager Yang said this, his face was full of sadness.
My pupils narrowed slightly and my hand holding the tea cup tightened slightly.
This matter of Huangsi is not a simple hot potato.
Ghosts include gray, white, yellow, black, blood, green...etc.
Places involving ghosts also have different levels.
For example, if there is a blood feud in my villa, it is a haunted house. Anyone who accidentally enters at night will definitely see a ghost!
In the Tang family's old house in the village in the city, Lao Gong and sick ghost are both from outside, so it can only be regarded as a ghost house.
There are only a few ghosts in a small area, and the aura of resentment is not enough to cover the sky and the sun. Therefore, as soon as the fifth watch is over, the sun rises and ghosts lurk.
But when there are too many people who die in vain and the souls of the dead cannot leave, resentment and yin energy will grow and grow until the sun and the sky are covered, and a special place, a "prison", will be formed.
Prison is a forbidden place for the living. If you break in rashly, you will be frightened and lose your soul, or at worst, you will be haunted by an innocent soul and be unable to get out.
And these are only the basic conditions of prison. Wherever the five hell ghosts and twenty-eight prison inmates are found, their own grievances will dissipate and form a vicious prison.
"Nephew Xian Shen, how are you doing? Are you sure?" Manager Yang picked up the teapot and filled me with an eight-point refill.
I didn't drink, but let go of the tea cup.
Glancing at Manager Yang, I said calmly: "I am very sincere, but Manager Yang doesn't seem to be sincere about you."
Manager Yang looked puzzled and said, "Nephew Xian Shen, why can't I understand what you are saying?"
