Hua Qingcheng tidied her clothes, then got out of the RV and stepped into the gate of the Feng family's old house.

Late at night, the Feng family's old house was brightly lit. Hua Qingcheng quietly walked into the courtyard. It was around 11:00 PM (July 23, 2113).

Under the moonlight, a solemn atmosphere filled the courtyard. Moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating every leaf and petal, and also illuminating the sadness on people's faces.

In the center of the courtyard's main hall stood an altar, upon which lay the old woman's spirit tablet, along with incense, candles, flowers, and fruit. The flickering light of the incense and candles illuminated the old woman's kind face on the tablet, as if she were watching over everything with a smile. White lanterns flanked the main hall's door, their candlelight flickering, as if mourning the deceased.

Outside the old lady's mourning hall, many of the Feng family's relatives gathered. Dressed in plain clothes, they knelt in silence with solemn expressions, revealing their deepest grief for the old lady. Each of their eyes was filled with sorrow. In the center of the hall, Xuantian, wearing the image of Zuo Qinglong, had already donned his yellow robes and was preparing to perform a ritual.

Hua Qingcheng's appearance didn't attract much attention. Although she had changed into a white shirt and black trousers, the host still recognized her as the caregiver who had come to help the previous night. She quietly walked into the mourning hall and came to Xuantian's side. The deceased's son and daughter-in-law cast grateful glances at her, then returned to the paper burning ceremony.

Xuantian seemed a little surprised by Hua Qingcheng's arrival, but he quickly regained his composure and returned to his work. He nodded gently to signal Hua Qingcheng to come over and help, then began to prepare for the next ceremony in an orderly manner.

Xuantian stood before the altar, his expression solemn and dignified, clutching an exquisite magic bell. He closed his eyes slightly, muttering an incantation, and occasionally shook the bell, producing a clear and melodious sound. Each shaking of the bell was accompanied by a mysterious incantation, moving the audience deeply.

All around Xuantian, incense curled up and candlelight flickered, creating a solemn and sacred atmosphere. The entire scene was silent and hushed, with only Xuantian's deep and melodious incantations and the crisp sound of the ritual bells mingling in the air.

As time went on, Xuantian's incantations grew more rapid, and the ringing of the magic bells grew louder. Hua Qingcheng, following Xuantian's gaze, would hand over or hold the magic instruments at the appropriate time, and burn incense when it was time. Although the two had only worked together once, they already had a tacit understanding.

On the other side, outside the Feng family's old house, Jiang Yunting, who was waiting for Hua Qingcheng in the RV, saw that she had not come out until after 3 o'clock in the morning of the next day. He couldn't help but feel worried, so he got out of the car and walked towards the gate of the Feng family's old house.

At this time, Jiang Yunting was also wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had a tall and straight figure, clear facial features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was extremely handsome, with a cold and noble temperament, and exuded an invisible majesty and charm.

The housekeeper who was waiting at the door thought that the other party was a relative who came to pay his respects, so he did not stop him. Jiang Yunting entered the yard smoothly.

At this time, the Feng family relatives who had originally gathered outside the mourning hall had been arranged to rest in the guest rooms, leaving only the old woman's son and daughter-in-law kneeling in the courtyard to keep vigil. The reason they were not in the mourning hall was because Xuantian had something to say to Hua Qingcheng, so he sent them away.

"Hua Qingcheng, I didn't expect you to come back." Xuantian, who was drawing talismans in the mourning hall, said with some surprise.

"Master, you have given me some advice. I should be grateful and help you finish the remaining two rituals." Hua Qingcheng's watery eyes flashed with cunning, and then she said seriously, "Master, you make a net profit of 30,000 yuan per ritual. Qingcheng stayed up all night with you. Even though I didn't get any credit, I still felt distressed. Do you think it's okay... maybe you should give me a symbolic reward... um?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand and rubbed her thumb and index finger back and forth, looking like a money-grubber.

Seeing this, Xuantian couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly, and scolded with a smile: "You little girl, you are really obsessed with money!"

As he spoke, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Hua Qingcheng, saying, "Here is five thousand yuan. Consider it your hard work fee for staying up late with me."

Hua Qingcheng took the red envelope and said with a happy smile: "Thank you, Taoist Priest, you are so generous!"

As she spoke, she opened the red envelope and counted it, muttering, "One thousand yuan equals one tael, and five thousand yuan equals five taels..."

Xuantian looked at Hua Qingcheng's money-obsessed expression and shook his head helplessly, muttering to himself: "If you knew I was the princess of Laifeng Kingdom, what would you think? Ignorance is bliss! Perhaps, like now, there is nothing wrong. At least, you and the Chosen One can get the happiness you want."

When Jiang Yunting walked to the door of the main hall, he happened to see Hua Qingcheng counting money excitedly. He didn't know whether he should feel sorry for this woman or be amused.

Jiang Yunting pretended not to hear or see Hua Qingcheng's magical operation, walked into the mourning hall, and lit a stick of incense for the wife of the chairman of Feng Group.

When Hua Qingcheng saw Jiang Yunting coming, she hurriedly put away the counted money and stuffed it into her trouser pocket.

Jiang Yunting twitched his lips slightly, looked meaningfully at Hua Qingcheng's bulging trouser pockets, and then walked out of the mourning hall and waited in the yard.

However, he didn't expect that he would have to wait for a whole night.

After dawn, Hua Qingcheng and Xuantian left the Feng family's old house. Xuantian took off his robes and drove away in a van. Just like yesterday morning, his Zhifubao account quickly received another message reminding him that 30,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.

Hua Qingcheng followed Jiang Yunting and got into the Mercedes-Benz Unimog off-road RV.

Jiang Yunting drove the car away from the Feng family's old house and came to the beach. Then he took Hua Qingcheng's hand and entered the living area of ​​the RV.

"Could it be... that this is the reason why you want to escape from the hospital and go to the Feng family's old house?" Jiang Yunting brought Hua Qingcheng to the dining table and sat her down. He looked at her bulging pockets and said jokingly.

Hearing Jiang Yunting's words, Hua Qingcheng's cheeks flushed slightly, and then she said seriously, "I can earn five taels in three nights... er, five thousand yuan! Besides, I just handle the instruments or burn incense and paper. It's an easy job."

Jiang Yunting held his forehead helplessly, but he felt that Hua Qingcheng had a rebellious heart and couldn't push her too hard. So, he lowered his voice and said seriously, "I can give you any amount of money you want, but this is the only time, and it won't happen again."

After saying that, he took out a black card from his pocket, handed it to Hua Qingcheng, said "no password", and then turned around and started busying himself in the kitchen area to make breakfast.

Although Hua Qingcheng didn't quite understand the value of this black card, she had witnessed Jiang Yunting using it to buy a bunch of gold jewelry for her, so her hand holding the black card couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Why would this gigolo still chase after her and feed her? ! !