"Haha...Brother Fan, I'll try my best."

Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly, and Zhao Yong immediately started the car and slowly left everyone's sight.

"Boss, what kind of commission is this? Can it add to your lifespan?" Wang Kai joked.

"You must be joking. I don't have that ability." Zhang Fan said with a smile, "Let's go back to the store and work."

"This trip of Zhao Feng is not easy." Wang Kai said as he walked.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Zhang Fan stopped at the door of the store and asked.

"You have also seen that these outsourced personnel have ulterior motives. They may have evil intentions and conduct illegal excavation, which is not safe." Wang Kai said seriously.

"Is his life in danger?" Zhang Fan asked.

Wang Kai explained in a low voice: "There is no danger to his life. Although Zhao Feng can only live for three years, he will definitely live for three years. The fear is that the thing in his body will be awakened. Even a little bit will be a danger for a hundred miles."

"Good fellow... then..." Zhang Fan looked thoughtful.

At this time, Wang Kai said again: "Don't worry, Zhao Yong has already made precautions."

"Rough, aren't you kidding me?"

“Who knows what’s down there?”

"Can it stump Zhao Yong?"

"Probably not."

"Then what did you say..."

Zhang Fan turned around and walked into the office without talking about the matter anymore.

Speaking of which, Zhao Feng's fate is somewhat similar to his.

If he said he would live a few years, then he would definitely live a few years, but my life is just a little bit longer than his.

Back in the office, Zhang Fan continued to revise the APP.

The cloud cemetery has been almost rectified, and the next step is to tidy up the communication section.

Although some of the users’ posts are off-topic, those who registered at the first moment must be my die-hard fans, so there is no need to treat them all the same.

…

at the same time.

On a small hillside in the Heyun Mountains.

The Yun family had buried the old man and were leaving the mountain one after another.

Yunjia Village is a very traditional small village, otherwise it would not have chosen burial.

The old man’s grave was also built by them a few years ago.

At the foot of the mountain, on the edge of Yunjia Village.

In a makeshift dormitory, a man with shifty eyes and a pointed nose was looking through a telescope, surrounded by seven or eight people.

"Brothers, let's do something tonight?"

"Brother, is this okay? We are now in the outsourcing team, why are we still doing this kind of thing?"

"Damn, with such a small salary per month, do you want to starve to death?"

"The ancient tomb is now sealed off. We can only go in tomorrow, Monday, when the archaeological team goes to work. We have nothing to do anyway, so we might as well do something."

"I feel like this vote doesn't make much money..."

"Silly! Those who can be buried here are all locals of Yunjia Village. How could they be short of money?"

"This village has been passed down for dozens of generations, there must be treasures in the coffin!"

"What if we get caught? We just got out and are still in the observation period."

"If something goes wrong... let that idiot Zhao Feng take the blame. Just say he secretly robbed the tomb and couldn't get out. We go and rescue him. There's no surveillance in this place anyway."

"We have just buried them. By the time the relatives find out, we will have already evacuated!"

"Gao, brother, you are still taller!"

The person who spoke was a member of the Da Nan Outsourcing Team.

These days, they have been following the archaeological team to explore an ancient tomb in Heyun Mountain.

I had nothing to do at noon today, and unexpectedly found someone sending me money.

After the boss' suggestion, everyone quickly reached a consensus and prepared to take action after dark, taking Zhao Feng with them.

…

The other side.

After spending money and finding many connections, Zhao Dazhi finally found an antique shop on the black market.

When you walk into the store, apart from various cultural relics, there is only the owner and no customers.

"Boss, I want to find someone." Zhao Dazhi asked after entering the door.

The boss looked up at Zhao Dazhi and asked without thinking, "Who are you looking for?"

"Well... Li Fei asked me to come." Zhao Dazhi said tentatively.

"Li Fei..."

Hearing these two words, the boss's face darkened and he sneered, "I don't know him. I sell antiques here. If you like anything, you can take a look."

Don’t know?

Zhao Dazhi was stunned for a moment, thought quickly, looked at the shelf next to him and said:

"Boss, this sword is great. I want it."

"Good eye. This is the imperial sword of the Ming Dynasty. Take it for 20,000 yuan." The boss said seriously.

"Imperial Sword..." Zhao Dazhi gritted his teeth and said, "I really didn't make a mistake. I bought it!"

One hand pays the other hand receives the goods.

Zhao Dazhi's remaining savings were almost emptied.

"Come in."

After receiving the money, the boss didn't waste any time. He stretched out his hand and pulled the counter, and a secret door slowly emerged.

Zhao Dazhi didn't hesitate at all and pushed straight in.

Inside the door was a small, dimly lit room.

A dim yellow light came on, and Zhao Dazhi gradually saw the scene in the room clearly.

In front of him, there was a small table with a blind old man lying on it.

"Looking for someone? Did you bring the horoscope?"

A blind and hoarse voice sounded, and Zhao Dazhi felt horrified after hearing it.

"Great Immortal, I brought it."

Zhao Dazhi trembled as he took out the horoscope given by Qi Tianlong from his pocket and handed it to the blind man.

The blind man didn't waste any time. He just crumpled the eight characters into a ball and swallowed it into his mouth.

Then, the blind old man lit a strange-shaped incense stick, raised his hands, and the bells tied to his clothes jingled.

The old man's expression gradually became solemn.

"Pooh!"

After a moment, the old man spat out the paper ball and said sternly, "Give me the horoscope of a dead man!"

"Dead...dead person?"

Zhao Dazhi looked confused and said, "Master, I don't know... Can you find where it is buried?"

The old man gave him a fierce look and blew out the yellow light on the table. "It's normal that you don't know. He just died yesterday. There's a new grave in Yunhe Mountain. Go find it yourself."

"Yunheshan...Okay, thank you very much, Immortal."

Zhao Dazhi nodded, eager to leave.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded again in the darkness: "You don't have much time left."

"ah?"

Zhao Dazhi stood there in a daze, but a strange wind blew him out the door.

Before he could figure it out, the boss had already started to chase him away: "Leave now that you've finished asking questions."

"OK."

Zhao Dazhi's thoughts were disrupted, and he left the antique shop with the imperial sword.

He didn't understand what the old man meant, but he thought that at his age, he wouldn't live for more than a few days, so he decided to take care of his son's affairs first.

Boss Qi is really unfair. Isn’t Yunhe Mountain the place where their Tianlong Funeral Home is located?

The body was just buried, yet he made me spend a lot of money to break the law... How cruel!

After Qi Tianlong left, the owner of the antique shop closed the shutter door and entered the darkroom.

"Dad, what did that man ask just now?"

"It was a sorcerer, he has been buried." The blind man said in a deep voice: "Have you found the whereabouts of the Xuanmen seal?"

"Dad... not yet. A few days ago, I received a Maoshan Five Thunder Token, but it looks like a fake."

"Keep looking!"

"I know, Dad."

“…”

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Feng got off the car and walked back to the dormitory.

"Hey, isn't this the cousin of Funeral Brother?"

"Master Zhao is back. Did you bring the contract?"

"Let me guess, the printing shop wouldn't dare to print it, right?"

As soon as we entered the door, the outsourcing team members greeted us warmly.

Zhao Feng didn't say anything, but left his backpack on the table.

"Sizzle~"

Zhao Feng unzipped his bag and pulled out a stack of contracts.

"This is a contract signed by Brother Funeral. Each person has one copy. Sign it!"

Seeing Zhao Feng slacking off seriously, the outsourced team members laughed more happily than each other.

Soon, everyone had a copy of the funeral contract.

“Is it fake?”

"Is Brother Funeral's signature so ugly again?"

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, you really spent a lot of money this time just to show off."

"No matter whether it's true or not, I'll keep my word. If you dare to take it, I'll sign it!"

An outsourced team member got angry and picked up a pen to sign.

Zhao Feng quickly stretched out his hand to stop him. He just wanted to prove something but didn't intend to hit anyone.

"Brother Li, you can't sign this contract carelessly, it's easy to get into trouble."

After these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and then looked at Zhao Feng in surprise.

No... do you really think this is a contract with Changhong Funeral?

You can fool us, but you are fooling yourself?

My brothers have seen through it a long time ago, why are you still pretending?

"That's really interesting, sign it for me!"

"Fuck, you're still trying to scare people, what are you pretending for!"

After a brief silence, Pointy Nose took the lead and everyone signed the contract.

In order to humiliate Zhao Feng, they even deliberately wrote the agent as Zhao Feng.

They returned the contract to Zhao Feng in an orderly manner and said jokingly, "Master Zhao, keep the contract. If we all fail, you will get a commission!"

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed continuously, but Zhao Feng didn't say much. He just quietly put the contract away.

At this time, Pointed Nose remembered something important and said to Zhao Feng, "Xiao Zhao, have a good rest in the afternoon. We have a mission tonight."

"What mission? I didn't receive any notification. Didn't it say tomorrow?" Zhao Feng asked puzzledly.

"I got it." The pointed nose glared, "What? You want to be the captain?"

"No."

…

Changhong Funeral Home.

Zhang Fan worked in front of the computer until after three o'clock and finally transformed the APP into what he wanted.

The communication section was divided into several major categories, and Zhang Fan also made corresponding adjustments for auspicious day calculations.

It turns out that the APP is only responsible for funeral predictions.

But there were too many people asking, so Zhang Fan had to add reminders and include everything including moving, getting married, opening a business, decoration, etc.

Now, whenever you want to ask something, you can just click in and choose a date, and there will be detailed explanations. It is much more cost-effective than looking for a fortune teller.

After working for most of the day, Zhang Fan was very tired, so he simply lay on the bench and started playing Fighting Eagle.

After watching a few short videos, Zhang Fan entered a treasure appraisal live broadcast room.

However, this treasure appraisal live broadcast room is not an appraisal agency, but is opened by an antique shop owner.

He was not here to appraise treasures, but to receive them.

Title of the live broadcast room: We accept goods, only rare and uncommon goods.

Zhang Fan didn’t understand what rare goods were, but he found the host’s beard pleasing to the eye.

"This fighting eagle is really a curiosity hunter. They only accept strange goods."

After complaining a bit, Zhang Fan stayed in the live broadcast room and continued watching.