Chapter 68: Sixty-eighth day of quitting the circle, one hundred million, I will give you one hundred million...
Ever since Lin Yanluo heard Sang Qiqi's suggestions for improving the electronic book of life and death, he has been keeping an eye out for any computer experts who have just died.
God helps those who work hard, and he finally got the one he wanted.
The man was Song Qingming, a 35-year-old male with a signature Mediterranean hairstyle. He died of a sudden heart attack while working overtime. By the time he was rushed to the hospital, it was too late. Following his sudden death, Song Qingming was taken to the underworld by ghost messengers and brought before Lin Yanluo.
Song Qingming was actually a little conflicted about the organization that Lin Yanluo offered.
He'd been writing code while he was alive, never having imagined he'd still be doing it after death. As the saying goes, if you love a job, you'll do it; if you do a job, you'll hate it. He now felt a deep-seated disdain and resistance towards coding. But... the benefits in the underworld were quite good. Food and accommodation were a given, and outstanding employees who had made contributions to the underworld would receive preferential treatment in their future reincarnations.
He doesn't want to meet a father who is incompetent and stupid and commits domestic violence again.
After much deliberation, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and became a staff member of the First Hall of the Underworld.
Although Song Qingming was a skilled coder and software developer, he had only been a programmer in the underworld for three days. Furthermore, the Book of Life and Death included people from all over the country, making it a complex undertaking. Therefore, when Sang Qiqi came to see him, he could only hand over a newly compiled list of names from the area surrounding the Linjiang Villas in northern Beijing.
However, before Sang Qiqi left, he repeatedly told her, "Don't worry. Next time you come to look up someone on the Book of Life and Death, just tell me their name and ID number, and I'll search the page and immediately pull up the form for you. It's guaranteed to be accurate and efficient, and you won't waste a moment of your time."
Sang Qiqi's eyes lit up, and she said, "Then I'll wait for your good news," and returned to the hospital with the information she had obtained. Then she mentioned "copy of the Book of Life and Death," and was met with Mingxin's shocked expression.
She put the information on her lap and said, "I'll tell you his birth date and time when I find Huo Gan."
Mingxin: "I help you?"
Sang Qiqi shook her head decisively: "No, if I show the Book of Life and Death to a stranger, my performance points will be deducted."
Mingxin: “…”
Then the management of your underworld is really strict.
only--
He questioned his soul, "Then you found Huo Gan's personal information and told me his birth date. In some ways, that's no different than letting me read the Book of Life and Death, right? Won't that deduct points?"
"Yes," Sang Qiqi answered as a matter of course. "But between looking at one person and looking at 18 people, the penalty for looking at Huo Gan's personal information alone is definitely less."
She felt that Lin Yanluo was right.
Be prepared for danger in times of peace.
You can't do anything recklessly just because you have a lot of points, but it's okay to do a little bit.
She flipped through the photocopies, and finally found the page with Huo Gan's name twenty minutes later.
She placed the paper in front of her eyes and took a look at it. When she saw that Huo Gan's life span was only a short month, Sang Qiqi was stunned at first, and then she laughed out loud.
——I wonder what Huo Gan would think if he saw this number.
Sang Qiqi clicked her tongue in her heart and decisively handed Huo Gan's birth date to Mingxin.
Even though Huo Gan only had a month to live, he still had to endure the punishment he deserved. She wouldn't let him go so easily out of kindness.
She turned around and asked Mingxin, "Where did you cast the spell?"
"At home," Mingxin explained, "casting a curse isn't that simple. Putting aside the fact that I won't learn it, I need to go back and study the ancient texts of our Liuyun Temple. I also have to ensure my absolute safety when casting a curse. If I'm attacked, I'll die before Huo Chengji."
Zhao Hanhai: “…”
Although, can you please not compare them with Mr. Huo?
Sang Qiqi understood Mingxin's intention to cram for the exam. Curious about the unlucky man's spell, she proactively and thoughtfully asked, "Since you need to ensure your safety, do you need a super-powerful guardian?"
She showed her arms to Mingxin and tensed her muscles.
Mingxin: "You don't have to show off like this. I know you're a good fighter."
After all, it has been certified by both him and his master.
Hearing the two men's intention to leave, Zhao Hanhai looked at the silent young man on the hospital bed and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to begin. After all, everything that had just been revealed in Mingxin and Sang Qiqi's conversation had left him feeling confused and outrageous.
Sang Qiqi noticed the bewilderment in his eyes and took the initiative to comfort him: "With Huo Chengji in a coma and being watched by someone with ulterior motives, Zhao Zhu should be devoting more energy to company affairs. Don't worry about Mr. Huo, just leave him to me and Mingxin. We will do our best to find his soul and resolve his unfortunate situation."
Zhao Hanhai was already incredibly busy, buying paper figurines, overseeing Madam Huo's funeral, and caring for the unconscious Huo Chengji. He felt like he was splitting his time between the two. This lack of focus was a major factor in the widespread public opinion surrounding the Pingxi Group. If possible, he would have wanted to teach those disobedient bastards a lesson on behalf of Mr. Huo.
Hearing Sang Qiqi's words, he exhaled and nodded solemnly to her, "Okay, then I'll leave Mr. Huo to you and Taoist Mingxin. I'll call a few trustworthy bodyguards to guard the hospital."
Sang Qiqi originally wanted to say that there was no need for bodyguards, after all, she would leave Xiao Hei and the others here to guard. However, to reassure Zhao Hanhai, she simply nodded and agreed.
After a while, all the bodyguards recruited by Zhao Hanhai arrived at the hospital.
After giving some instructions, Zhao Hanhai and Xiao Fang went to the company, while Sang Qiqi and Mingxin went to Mingxin's residence.
Mingxin lived in Xifeng District, a neighborhood with a mix of small Western-style buildings and suites, and had paid a large sum to rent an entire building. Bringing Sang Qiqi to the building, he explained, "I originally wanted to just find a place to live, but then I realized I'd be livestreaming and drawing talismans, which might disturb the neighbors. So, after much deliberation, I finally spent all my money to rent this small building."
Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows and asked, "A big anchor on Lizi Live has to pay out of pocket to rent this small Western-style building? Where's your money?"
Mingxin is different from her. The former has been on Lizi Live for two years, and his live broadcast frequency is quite high. The income from gifts in each live broadcast alone is estimated to be enough to cover the monthly income of other small anchors.
Therefore, when Mingxin said that renting a house would cost him all his money, there must be something hidden behind it.
Mingxin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Part of the money will be used to buy yellow paper and cinnabar for the disciples of Liuyun Temple or to repair the Taoist temple, and the other part will be donated to children in poor areas."
Hearing this, Sang Qiqi wanted to praise him, so she patted his shoulder and said, "You do so many good things. Even if you die now, your merits will be enough."
Mingxin: "...Thank you for your affirmation, but don't praise me."
Who can bear such praise?
After letting Sang Qiqi sit and rest, Mingxin went to the storage room and found the ancient books of Liuyun Temple. He studied the spells diligently for a long time. Seeing his deep hatred and a little lack of confidence, Sang Qiqi thought quickly and offered a very useful suggestion: "Why don't you find someone to practice with first?"
Mingxin: “?”
Can I find someone to practice with first?
Why is it that the more he talks about it, the more he feels that by agreeing to let Sang Qiqi cast a curse on Huo Gan, he is heading further and further down the evil path?
Mingxin turned his head to look at the large portrait of the Three Pure Ones hanging on the wall of the living room, then looked at the statues of the Three Pure Ones enshrined beside it, and silently asked in his heart: "Grandmaster, I won't be expelled from Liuyun Temple, right?"
After mumbling to himself, he first gestured to Sang Qiqi to shut up, then walked to the statue of the Three Pure Ones with a coin in his hand. He put his hands together and held the coin in his palm. He said to the statue in a mysterious voice, "Ancestor, please tell me whether I should listen to Boss Sang's advice. The positive answer is yes, and the negative answer is no."
Pop.
The coin flew out from Mingxin's palm, tumbled in the air for a few seconds, and then suddenly fell down. After touching the ground, it bounced up suddenly and spun around for several times. Then, the rotation speed began to slow down, and the coin gradually lay flat.
Mingxin and Sang Qiqi both widened their eyes and observed carefully.
When the rotation speed completely stopped and the coin hit the ground horizontally with a clattering sound, revealing the back, a gust of wind suddenly blew over from nowhere, picked up a corner of the coin and turned it over.
After a sound of Duang, the coin landed on the front side.
At the same time, Mingxin suddenly turned his head to look at Sang Qiqi.
Sang Qiqi looked away with an innocent expression.
Mingxin was so angry that he almost laughed: "Why are you feeling guilty?"
Sang Qiqi turned her gaze back, gradually revealing a sense of self-righteousness. "I have no guilt. Your ancestors all agreed to my tampering with the answer. Doesn't this just prove that you can completely follow my ideas? But then again, do you Taoists also rely on the coin toss to ask the ancestors for answers? So casual?"
Shouldn't he take a bath first, change into a quick Taoist robe, mumble a long passage of scriptures, and then take out a tortoise shell to tell fortunes and ask the ancestors for advice?
Mingxin: "The great way is simple."
Sang Qiqi said in a long voice, "Then stop wasting time. The Grandmaster has agreed. Let's practice on Huo Wenbin first. I happen to have his birth date and time."
Ming Xin: "...Forget it, let's just use Huo Gan's horoscope to cast the curse."
After all, he was an outstanding student majoring in talismans at Liuyun Temple. He was just casting a simple curse on the eight characters, it was impossible for him to kill someone.
It should be fine.
He bent over to light a candle, then sat cross-legged on a mat. He pulled out several sheets of talisman paper, intricately painted with symbols, and held them between two fingers. He placed one end of the talisman on the candle and lit it. The flickering flames revealed Mingxin's face, his eyes tightly closed. He opened his mouth and whispered something obscure, something Sang Qiqi couldn't understand. Seconds later, the flames on the talisman paper suddenly shot up like exploding fireworks.
Mingxin suddenly opened his eyes and read out Huo Gan's birth date clearly.
An inexplicable wind blew by, making the candle flames burn brighter and brighter. Just when the talisman papers were about to be burned out, a huge flame suddenly emerged from the talisman papers and rushed straight towards Mingxin's face.
boom!
Before the flames completely engulfed Mingxin, thick black fog suddenly rose in front of him. Part of the black fog turned into a barrier, isolating all the flames without leaving a single gap, while the remaining part opened like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing the flames in one gulp.
Several half-burned talisman papers fell to the ground, raising a little dust.
Mingxin: “…”
He seemed frightened, his face looked a little pale. He swallowed and turned to look at Sang Qiqi, his voice dry: "Thank you, thank you."
After removing the black mist, Sang Qiqi asked him uncertainly, "You didn't get burned, did you?"
Although she reacted quickly, the talisman paper was too close to Mingxin. When it exploded, no one except Mingxin herself knew what happened.
Mingxin heard the concern in her words and quickly waved his hand: "No, I just felt my face burned by the fire."
Now his face was hot, but also cold because of the shock, it was like ice and fire.
"Sorry, I didn't realize the spell failing would be so dangerous." Sang Qiqi frowned. If she had known, she wouldn't have changed the answer given by the Grandmaster. However, upon hearing this, Mingxin shook his head and said, "It's not the spell itself. It's something protecting Huo Gan. I cast a spell on his horoscope, and that protective element blocked it, which is why this happened."
"And," Mingxin paused and added, "If my guess is correct, the thing protecting him was probably also cursed, so it hit me like this. But this also proves that the process and effect of my curse are fine."
Sang Qiqi understood.
It’s just like when Meng Zhengxiang wanted to deal with Xiao Xiao’s girlfriend before, but it turned out that his girlfriend had an ancestral jade pendant on her.
Sang Qiqi sat cross-legged on the sofa, her fingers resting on her chin as she pondered for a moment. She said thoughtfully, "In other words, if you still want to curse Huo Gan, you have to steal the thing that protects him first."
Forehead.
If you insist on saying it's stealing, that's fine.
"I'm not sure what he had on him, nor am I sure if it was a disposable item. If it was, it would have been completely rotten by now." Ming Xin said with a bit of regret, "I guess we alerted the enemy. If Huo Gan reacted quickly enough, he should be on his way to find the person behind this."
"Isn't that better? Seeing him become unlucky is just a side job. The real thing is to find the person who cursed him." Sang Qiqi immediately stood up from the sofa. "You take a rest first. I'll go check on Huo Gan. If he goes to find the person behind it, I'll go with him. If his thing is not a disposable product, I'll steal it back for him, and then you can curse him again."
Having suffered a loss at the hands of Huo Gan, Mingxin naturally would not oppose Sang Qiqi anymore. He reminded her to "be careful". After watching Sang Qiqi leave, he tidied up his appearance and returned to the statue of the Three Pure Ones.
This time, he took out coins from his pocket again.
Hold the coin between your palms, ask the same question again, and then toss the coin.
The coin landed with a clang, still facing up.
Mingxin: “…”
Without Sang Qiqi's interference, the Grand Master actually still approved of him casting the curse on Huo Gan? So just now... wait, wasn't the Grand Master's objection because he anticipated the possibility of an accident due to Huo Gan's protective treasure? Now that Sang Qiqi had gone to deal with the accident, the Grand Master had changed his mind?
Mingxin looked at the statue of the ancestor with complicated eyes and thought to himself, so you are this kind of ancestor.
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Huo Gan didn't usually live with Madam Huo or Huo Chengji; he had his own house outside, so the two sides kept a distance. Sang Qiqi went to Huo Gan's villa and didn't see him. So she called Zhao Hanhai directly. A few minutes later, she received news that he was at the Chunfengxuan Club.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Huo Gan and Huo Wenbin are truly father and son, as they share the same hobbies.
Rolling her eyes, Sang Qiqi walked towards Chunfengxuan.
As a renowned club in northern Beijing, Chunfengxuan was still bustling late at night. Dramatic lighting outlined the large characters on the entrance, and tall, muscular bodyguards stood guard. As she stepped inside, the club manager was greeting a few new guests. Sang Qiqi took a quick look and, unsurprisingly, noticed that these guests had unsteady steps, exaggerated eye bags, and the appearance of excessive indulgence.
He was still shouting that he wanted to drink and play cards.
...I feel like I'm going to die suddenly in the next second.
She sighed twice. Between threatening the manager to go directly to Huo Gan's private room, which would result in a point deduction, and then wasting time searching through all the rooms, potentially exposing her to indecent scenes, she decisively chose the former. But to Sang Qiqi's surprise, her luck was quite good. Just as she was about to make a move, a waiter-like figure hurried by. The club manager spotted him and quickly called out, "Xiao Tang."
Xiao Tang looked over here.
The club manager took out a bag and put it in his hand: "This is the medicine Mr. Huo wants."
Mr. Huo?
Although there are many wealthy and powerful people with the surname Huo across the country, Sang Qiqi would never let go of Huo who happened to appear in Chunfengxuan.
She followed Xiao Tang all the way to the 13th floor.
Seeing the door to Room 1302 open, Huo Gan walked in wearing only a bathrobe, took the medicine, and slammed the door shut, Sang Qiqi could immediately guess what would happen in that room. She squatted outside the door and waited for nearly an hour before stepping through the door.
The rooms in Chunfengxuan are very spacious. When Sang Qiqi entered, she subconsciously looked around and wanted to go directly to the bedroom, but when her eyes swept to a corner in the living room, her eyes suddenly widened.
She quickly floated over and stood in front of the group, glancing up and down at the people opposite her several times, and exclaimed in astonishment, "Huo Chengji?!"
Sitting on the chair behind the sofa, a young man in a black suit, who looked to be about thirty years old, looked exactly like Huo Chengji lying in the ward!
Huo Chengji was frightened by Sang Qiqi.
He raised his face, his eyes filled with doubt: "Do you know me? Who are you?"
wrong.
He frowned: "Can you see me?"
Ever since Huo Chengji was knocked unconscious by an electric wheelchair accident that day, he'd been surprised to find his soul had escaped from his body. Like an outsider, he watched Zhao Hanhai and his group, worried and concerned, rush him to the hospital. He whispered in Zhao Hanhai's ear, waved before his eyes, and he was completely oblivious.
There was no other way, he could only try to lie back down, back into that unconscious body.
But no matter how hard he tried, his soul and body had been split into two, with no way of reuniting them. He had no choice but to give up the idea for now and follow his body to the hospital, waiting for the doctor's treatment. However, after listening to the doctor's report on his condition, he knew that it was a waste of time for his soul to stay there.
His mind moved slightly, and he suddenly realized that although he encountered a strange situation where his body and soul were separated, but... this might be his best chance to find evidence for his mother that Huo Gan killed her!
So he left the hospital without hesitation and went to find Huo Gan.
During this period, Huo Chengji had met countless people, but none of them could see him. Sang Qiqi was the first one, not to mention that Sang Qiqi even read out his name! How could he not be surprised?
Noticing the wariness in Huo Chengji's eyes, Sang Qiqi explained, "My name is Sang Qiqi, and I'm the owner of a funeral home in northern Beijing. Your general assistant came to my store to buy some paper-made items and told me about your recent bad luck. I recommended a Taoist priest to him, and that's when we discovered your soul wasn't in your body."
The soul is not in the body.
Just by hearing these few words, Huo Chengji knew that Sang Qiqi must be an expert.
What's more, Sang Qiqi's current condition seems to be no different from his.
After relaxing a bit, he thought about Zhao Hanhai, whom Sang Qiqi had just mentioned, and asked, "So you came here specifically to see me?"
"Oh, that's not the case." Sang Qiqi blinked and spoke truthfully, "Although we know your soul is not in your body, we don't know where you went. I came here because I planned to ask the Taoist priest I know to cast a bad luck spell on Huo Gan, but I didn't expect to run into you."
This was really easy to get.
Sang Qiqi looked at the closed bedroom door, then at Huo Chengji, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Shall I take you back to the hospital first?"
Huo Chengji refused: "I want to stay here and keep an eye on Huo Gan."
Staring at Huo Gan?
Sang Qiqi thought for a moment and guessed Huo Chengji's intention of keeping an eye on Huo Gan. He simply wanted to take advantage of the fact that ghosts were less likely to be discovered and take the opportunity to dig out some of Huo Gan's secrets.
but……
"If I'm not mistaken, you can't get close to him, right?"
Huo Chengji was stunned when he heard this: "You know this too?"
I didn't know that originally.
But after Mingxin cast a curse on Huo Gan and it backfired, he found out.
She raised her chin and explained, "Huo Gan has something like a jade pendant on him that can protect him. It's a good thing that you didn't turn to ashes when you approached him in your ghostly form."
Huo Chengji was silent.
Sang Qiqi was right.
The first time he approached Huo Gan, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Then his body began to burn, and a terrible pain instantly swept through his body. If he hadn't run fast, he thought he might have died from the pain.
"But……"
"But what but?" Sang Qiqi couldn't wait to see Huo Gan become the unlucky one. She cried out, grabbed Huo Chengji by the collar and headed to the hospital. "As a dignified CEO of a conglomerate, how could you not throw money in my face and tell me: Go and keep an eye on it, and I'll give you eight million?!"
Doesn’t he look a bit like a domineering boss?
Huo Chengji looked at how he was easily mentioned, and after two seconds of silence, he said, "If you can really keep an eye on him and find what I want, I will give you 80 million, no, 100 million, I will give you 100 million."
Sang Qiqi: “……?!”
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