Chapter 48: Retirement Day 48: If my sister becomes rich overnight, she will have millions...
Sang Qiqi and Cheng Heyi stayed in Wuyanzhuang until Yanyan was buried.
During this period, Sang Qiqi took Yanyan back to the funeral service in northern Beijing and asked Yanyan to pick out an urn she liked, which was an urn of a little princess wearing a red scarf and a crown on her head.
Zhang Lin also went with them at that time.
The thirteen-year-old boy stood in front of the shelf, staring at the Ultraman urn which was only one meter away from the little princess's urn. He was so greedy that he didn't even hear Sang Qiqi calling him.
Sang Qiqi and Yanyan looked at each other, and the latter smiled with her lips pursed.
With her hands on the boy's shoulders, Sang Qiqi whispered in his ear, "Do you like it?"
The ghostly voice gave him goosebumps and finally drew his attention back. Realizing his reaction and Sang Qiqi's question, he remained stubborn, saying, "Normally."
Sang Qiqi felt quite regretful after hearing this. "Forget it, I was planning to take this urn with you if you really like it and send it to your house later."
Zhang Lin: “…”
As if she hadn't noticed Zhang Lin's regretful expression, which made him want to pound the ground but could only pretend not to care, Sang Qiqi clapped her hands and urged, "Okay, Yanyan's urn has been chosen. Let's go."
Zhang Lin looked back every few steps.
Just as he was about to step out of the funeral home, he couldn't help himself and raised his hand to grab the corner of Sang Qiqi's clothes. When she turned her head to look at him with a 'confused' look, he said in a whisper: "I like it."
Sang Qiqi: "Ah?"
Zhang Lin: “…”
If he couldn't see that Sang Qiqi was doing it on purpose, he would just bark like a dog!
Zhang Lin closed his eyes and suddenly raised his voice: "I said I like that Ultraman urn. I want it. I'll buy it from you."
After he finished speaking, his face turned as red as a monkey's butt.
But Zhang Lin really liked it. He had never seen such an interesting urn.
In the silence, Yanyan's voice gently reached Zhang Lin's ears: "Brother, Sister Qiqi asked me to take it with me a long time ago."
She showed Zhang Lin the pocket in her arms, unbuttoned it, and inside were two urns placed side by side, one for a princess and the other for Ultraman.
Zhang Lin: “…”
It turned out to be intentional.
But this time, although Zhang Lin was teased by Sang Qiqi again, he did not get angry. Instead, he whispered, "Thank you."
Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "You're welcome. The fact that you like the urn I made is a testament to my skills. You brat still has some taste."
Zhang Lin: “…”
Back at Wuyan Manor, Sang Qiqi first delivered the princess's urn that Yanyan had chosen to Yanyan's parents. Yanyan's mother was stunned for a long time when she took the urn, staring blankly at the princess in the red scarf, as if lost in some memory.
After a long pause, she said softly, "I knitted a sweater for Yanyan. On the front of the sweater was a similar little princess, also wearing a red scarf. She loved it and always wore it to show off to her friends. Those other kids were envious and would come home and pester their mother for a little princess too. Later, the mothers of those kids came to me and asked me how to knit sweaters."
She raised her face, revealing slightly moist eyes, and bowed solemnly to Sang Qiqi while holding the urn: "Thank you, Miss Sang."
She had actually contacted the funeral director in charge of Yanyan's funeral last night. He was a man in his late sixties, a traditionalist who always stocked his shop with the usual old-fashioned paper figurines. When he heard she wanted a special urn for her child, he expressed strong opposition and objection, bluntly saying, "Our urns are all made of fine wood. Where would you get a pink urn? And with pink paint, it doesn't even look like an urn! An urn should look like an urn!"
Yanyan's mother returned empty-handed.
After hearing about this, her sister thought the pink urn was a bit too advanced, but she still respected her sister's idea. When she was trying to find a solution for her sister, she thought of Sang Qiqi, who was still in Wuyanzhuang.
Doesn’t Sang Qiqi run a funeral home?
But Yanyan's mother shook her head and said, "Although Miss Sang is in Wuyanzhuang, the store is not there, and it will take several days for the courier to arrive."
Upon hearing this, Yanyan's mother's sister suggested, "Let's use an ordinary urn as a substitute first. When Miss Sang returns to Jingbei, we can buy another one from her. I heard from my sister that her urns and paper-made items can be delivered by express delivery. It won't cost a day or two anyway."
Yanyan's mother naturally thought it was a good idea and planned to go find Sang Qiqi after Yanyan's funeral, but she didn't expect Sang Qiqi to take the initiative to bring the urn over.
It’s still such an urn!
She wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and thought to herself, my sister is right, this Miss Sang must be very capable!
After delivering the urn to Yanyan’s mother, Sang Qiqi went to Zhang Lin’s house again.
As for how to send the urn to Zhang Lin's home, Zhang Lin decided to take advantage of his parents' habit of being fooled every day, and every day they were fooled in a different way, and made a special plan - Sang Qiqi knocked on the door with the urn and said to them: Hi, today our funeral home is holding an event to expand the scope of business and we are giving away urns if you add WeChat. Are you interested in participating?
"My parents will definitely choose to add you on WeChat and get your free urn. They won't miss this opportunity." Zhang Lin said firmly.
Sang Qiqi: "...but I don't think any normal person who runs a funeral home would advertise their business like this."
All he talks about is sending an urn. If everyone in the family is safe and sound, what's the difference between hearing this and coming to someone's house to provoke them, pointing at their nose and wishing them a quick death?
Pushing Zhang Lin's head away, who was still trying to insist on his own opinion, Sang Qiqi ordered expressionlessly, "Let me put your Ultraman urn in your room when your parents are not around. Then, at night, you can tell them in a dream about the urn."
Zhang Lin was a little reluctant, but still wanted to try the method he proposed.
But seeing Sang Qiqi raised her fist, she decisively responded, "Got it."
At night.
Zhang's parents went to bed early.
Zhang Lin thought about it a few times in his father's dream, and was worried that his father would forget what he had told him after waking up, so he decisively mentioned it to his mother in her dream.
So, when Zhang's mother woke up, she didn't find anyone beside her. She stood up, turned on the light, and without thinking, she pushed open the door and walked through the corridor to her son's bedroom. But after taking two steps, she saw that the light in her son's room was on, and the child's father was walking out of the room holding an Ultraman figure!
The drowsiness that Zhang's mother was still feeling disappeared immediately when she saw the Ultraman urn.
When Zhang's father saw Zhang's mother, he was stunned for a moment and asked her, "Why are you here too?"
Mother Zhang stared at the urn and murmured, "I dreamed that my son disliked the previous urn because it was ugly and not pretty at all. He told me that he had asked someone for a nicer one and put it in the bedroom, and asked me to come and get it."
Father Zhang: "...He also asked me to come get it."
After they finished speaking, they looked at each other in silence.
If the last time they dreamed about their son together could be said to be thinking about their son day and night and having a telepathic connection, then this time... there was no other reason except the word "supernatural".
In the middle of the night, the Zhang couple turned on all the lights in the house, then placed the Ultraman urn on the table and stared at it quietly.
Father Zhang: "This urn is very well made. It looks better than the 3,000 yuan urn I bought."
Zhang's mother: "?"
She turned her head suddenly, her voice uncontrollably rising, "Three thousand? Didn't you say the urn was three hundred?"
Father Zhang: “…”
He couldn't help but slap his mouth, with some annoyance in his eyes. How come his mouth always reacts faster than his brain!
Under his wife's threatening gaze, he said awkwardly, "The boss who sold me the urn said that it was made of the finest nanmu wood and had been blessed by a Taoist priest. If I put my son's ashes in it, it would bless him to be healthy and safe in his next life."
Zhang's mother: "..."
Zhang Lin, who was hiding in the corner and trying to check the situation, said: "..."
He swore that the next time he appeared in his father's dream, he would tell him: Stay away from all Taoist priests!
Fearing his wife would slap him again, Zhang's father decisively changed the subject, pointing to the urn in front of him and whispering, "What about this?"
Zhang's mother glared at him. "What else can I do? Open your three thousand yuan urn and pour the ashes into this free urn."
Listening to his wife emphasizing the words "three thousand yuan" and "free", Zhang's father silently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
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The next morning, Sang Qiqi and her group sat in the breakfast shop to eat breakfast.
Sang Qiqi bit into a bun and asked Taiwei Sanren, "Master, have you ever heard of a Taoist named Changsheng?"
Immortality?
Taiwei Sanren shook his head: "Not really."
Sang Qiqi thought so too. Although Yu Tai's alias Changsheng might be raising evil spirits, he was overestimating him by wanting the dignified master of Liuyun Temple to have heard of his name.
Unfortunately, apart from Yu Tai, Sang Qiqi knows nothing about that group of evil people. She can only ask here and there like today and try her luck.
Noticing Sang Qiqi's expression, Taiwei Sanren asked, "Is there something wrong with that Taoist priest?"
Sang Qiqi briefly explained the situation with Tongxuan and Wu Wentao, drawing the attention of Cheng Heyi. After the police report regarding Wu Wentao was released, the idea of a life-swapping had surfaced in the Ghost Guild's group chat. Tang Yingjun had specifically @ed Mingxin, asking if such a thing was true. Mingxin had only offered a vague "guess." Now, there was finally a definitive answer.
Taiwei Sanren was thinking that, according to Sang Qiqi's words, those evil sects must be causing trouble for the world. He frowned and said immediately, "I'll tell the disciples at the Taoist temple to keep an eye on them for you."
Sang Qiqi nodded: "There's no need to make a big fuss, so as not to alert the enemy."
There were no clues to begin with, and after alerting the enemy, there was no trace of anything left.
Taiwei Sanren: "I understand."
After breakfast, when the group was about to leave, Uncle Jiang came to the hotel with a few villagers.
After greeting Sang Qiqi and Cheng Heyi, Uncle Jiang turned his gaze to Taiwei Sanren, who was dressed in a black and gold Taoist robe. "Master, excuse me for interrupting you. The village has heard that Yanyan's mother dreamed about her the night you performed the ritual for her. Everyone knows you're quite capable, so they were wondering if you could go to the reservoir again and, if there's any problem, exorcise the evil spirits..."
When he said this, Uncle Jiang was a little embarrassed: "Don't worry, you can charge as usual."
The villagers nearby nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Taoist priest, the drowning of the boy and Yanyan from the next village was definitely not an ordinary drowning. This reservoir might be hiding this water ghost! Please help and exorcise the evil spirit. When the time comes, we will definitely go to Liuyun Temple to worship the Bodhisattva and donate incense money!"
The villagers who came with them all had children at home. Two of the children had gone up the mountain with Yanyan to pick mushrooms. Naturally, they were more worried about the reservoir problem than others, fearing that the next person to drown would be their own child.
If something really happens, they will have no place to cry.
Taiwei Sanren was not surprised by their pleas. He swept his whisk, bowed, and said truthfully, "The reservoir problem has been solved."
Uncle Jiang was stunned.
Solved, solved?
How was it resolved? When did it happen? How come he had never heard of it?
Wait, is there really something wrong with this reservoir?!
Uncle Jiang's face was filled with obvious doubt, and Taiwei Sanren didn't want to take any credit for the entire operation. After all, he had only broken the formation. He decisively leaned to the side, trying to push Sang Qiqi out from behind him. But when he turned around, there was no one behind him. Sang Qiqi had already disappeared!
Taiwei Sanren: "..."
The smile on his face was a little stiff. He turned his head back, closed his eyes, and resigned himself to his fate. "Ms. Sang took care of it."
Miss Sang?
Uncle Jiang came to his senses belatedly: "Miss Sang? Isn't she Miss Cheng's apprentice?"
Taiwei Sanren: "No, although she is young, she has a special identity and superb skills. She came to Beizhou to check the situation of the reservoir."
Everyone was stunned by his statement. Recalling Sang Qiqi's youthful and beautiful face, they felt the phrase "highly skilled" didn't quite fit her description. But the person before them was the head of the Daguan Liuyun Monastery in China; he certainly wouldn't lie.
So, that Miss Sang is really amazing?
After pondering for a moment, Uncle Jiang and Xiao Hou looked at each other. They both remembered that it was Sang Qiqi who rescued Cheng Heyi when he got into trouble on the first day, and that when Cheng Heyi pulled Yanyan out of the water on the second day, Sang Qiqi was nowhere to be seen. Could it be that, as Taiwei Sanren said, she went to deal with the problem with the reservoir?
Come to think of it, it seems reasonable.
Uncle Jiang and Xiao Hou took a breath and thought to themselves that this girl was too low-key!
Seeing that Uncle Jiang and Xiao Hou seemed to have realized what was happening, Taiwei Sanren nodded and left. As soon as he left, the villagers couldn't wait to crowd around Uncle Jiang, chattering about Sang Qiqi. One of them felt that the name Sang Qiqi sounded familiar. After a few seconds of thought, he clapped his hands, his eyes brightening. "I remember now. Xiufen said that when Yanyan's mother dreamed of Yanyan that night, Miss Sang was also in the dream! And she saved her life!"
"Oh, yes, yes, Xiufen did say that Miss Sang actually runs a funeral home!"
"That's right. Opening a funeral home at such a young age is most likely something like Miss Cheng, passed down from her family. She must have some skills. No wonder Taiwei Sanren praised her for her superb skills."
Seeing the villagers getting more and more excited, Uncle Jiang quickly said, "Okay, okay, now everyone can rest assured and go back quickly."
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Airport.
Sang Qiqi didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about leaving Taiwei Sanren behind to deal with the villagers. She and Cheng Heyi went through security together and headed to their respective boarding gates.
Cheng Heyi looked at the girl in front of her. They had only been together for three days, and she felt a little reluctant to part. She smiled and said, "I'll come to Jingbei to visit you later, and then we'll arrange for Mingxin and the others to have dinner together."
Sang Qiqi naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
After separating from Cheng Heyi, Sang Qiqi slowly walked to the boarding gate, boarded the plane, and rushed back to Beijing North.
Without much rest, she went back to the funeral service, left the door open, and then went to the haunted house next door to give Bai Yingxin the souvenir she bought at the airport. Bai Yingxin held the perfume in her hands, her eyes shining with love, and she wanted to kiss Sang Qiqi's face twice.
"Where's Jingyu?"
"He's being beaten." Bai Yingxin pointed to the next room. The clanging sound of something obeying orders could be heard through the wall. Sang Qiqi knew what being beaten meant.
Bai Yingxin probably knew what Sang Qiqi wanted to talk to Jingyu about, so she took the initiative to bring it up: "Quite a lot of customers came in the past two days when you were away. Jingyu asked those who wanted to buy paper figurines to contact you online, but as for those who wanted you to preside over the funeral, I really had no choice but to turn it down."
Sang Qiqi nodded and said, "We've indeed received quite a few orders online. It seems like opening a branch store is just around the corner."
Bai Yingxin leaned over and said, "Sister Qiqi, if you become rich, don't forget your younger sister."
Sang Qiqi touched her little face and smiled: "Don't worry, sister."
Pop.
The door to the lounge opened, and Jingyu appeared with a deadpan expression on his face. "I'm getting beaten up inside, and you're all acting like big sisters outside, greasy or not."
Sang Qiqi twitched her nose, turned her head and asked Bai Yingxin: "Do you smell something sour?"
Jingyu: "..."
After finding an excuse to let Bai Yingxin entertain the guests, Jingyu sat across from Sang Qiqi. Just as he was about to speak, Sang Qiqi said, "Xiaobai has already told me."
Jing Yu was stunned. He guessed that she was talking about the one-stop funeral business, so he waved his hand and said, "That's not what I meant to say. Last night, when I was sending Xiao Bai home and returning to the haunted house, I passed by the back door of your funeral home and smelled a very strong ghost odor."
Sang Qiqi's previously lazy expression suddenly became a bit strange when she heard this: "Ghost stench? Evil ghost? Or just an ordinary ghost passing by?"
"It doesn't look like an ordinary ghost. How could it simply pass by with such a strong scent? It's like a dog urinating on the side of the road. It almost suffocated me to death." Jing Yu frowned in disgust as he recalled what happened last night. "Then I watched here all night, but I didn't see the ghost appear again. You better be careful these two days."
Having said that, Jingyu didn't think that the ghost's ability could threaten Sang Qiqi.
After leaving the haunted house, Sang Qiqi first went around to the back door of the funeral home. After a night and a morning, the ghost aura had dissipated a lot, but she could still smell some of it.
Sure enough, a ghost came.
I don’t know if it was the one that killed the hot pot restaurant owner and his wife.
For two days, the ghost that had appeared at the back door of Sang Qiqi's funeral service hadn't appeared. Sang Qiqi didn't care, and she had a new business coming in, introduced by Kong Xingyan. He said his old boss's father had been sent home from the hospital and would only be back in a day or two.
Hopefully she can help with the funeral.
"That's easy. Captain Kong has introduced me to some business. I can definitely make time to make the funeral beautiful." Sang Qiqi said as she took out a popsicle from the small refrigerator next to her and gave it to Kong Xingyan as a thank you gift.
Kong Xingyan looked at the shabby 50-cent popsicle with a complicated expression: "In a high-cost place like Beijing North, it must be difficult to find a 50-cent popsicle, right?"
Sang Qiqi: "...Eat it or not? If not, give it back to me."
Kong Xingyan answered Sang Qiqi with a swift movement, unwrapping the package and slurping down half the popsicle. He devoured it with a crunching sound, then said, "Besides my strong recommendation, there's another important reason why I'm asking you to officiate the funeral."
Sang Qiqi had a vague feeling that this funeral was not simple, so she pricked up her ears and said, "Tell me about it."
Kong Xingyan: "My old leader's father is 83 years old this year. He had always been in good health until he fell a while ago. You know, falls can easily lead to serious consequences for the elderly, and that was his case. After the fall, his brain became less clear and he often spoke nonsense."
"My old boss took him to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said he had hit his head, but he was too old to undergo a craniotomy, so he could only be taken care of. Everything was fine at first, until a few days ago, when my old boss went to the hospital to visit his father and heard him talking nonsense again. He leaned over to listen and discovered what his father was saying: Yan Jingrui, you will not die a good death."
"Who is Yan Jingrui?" Sang Qiqi asked.
"My old leader." Kong Xingyan pursed his lips. "Not only that, my old leader also said that his father mentioned the names of various criminals he had encountered in the past. These included some relatively secret cases. The public security department had not disclosed the identities of the criminals, and he had never mentioned them to his father. But his father just brought it up naturally."
This matter was also brought up by Kong Xingyan when he went to visit his old leader last night. The old leader was too depressed after drinking with him.
"The day my old boss brought his father home, he was helping his father onto the bed when his father suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck," Kong Xingyan said, frowning. "When he first said that, I thought he was joking. After all, the old man had just fallen and was in and out of consciousness. How could he possibly be strangling him?"
As a result, his old leader unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and there were two deep finger marks on his neck.
"I took a photo." Kong Xingyan opened his phone, flipped to the photo and handed it to Sang Qiqi, "Take a look."
Sang Qiqi lowered her head.
The fingerprints were incredibly dark, certainly not the strength of a dying old man. Combined with the nonsense, she had an idea: "Most likely it was an old enemy of your old boss."
Kong Xingyan: "...enemy?"
Sang Qiqi: "...vengeful ghost."
Kong Xingyan nodded: "I think so too, so I came to ask you if you can squeeze out some time to help my old boss check on the situation."
Catching ghosts.
Sang Qiqi likes it the most.
Without hesitation, she immediately pushed the chair and stood up, waving at Kong Xingyan: "Let's go."
Earn points.
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