Zhang Chengfeng stood up from his chair excitedly: "What's the big deal? Just catch the ghost and that's it."
"Catching ghosts requires some understanding. Some ghosts have a history. You can't just knock them into ashes with a stick. Hey, Old Man Zhang, why don't you let Miss Ji do the calculation? You've always been curious about Miss Ji's abilities, so this is perfect for you."
"Yes, Master, Miss Ji is really amazing."
It would have been fine if Director Feng just said that, but Zhang Chengfeng didn't expect that even his own disciples would stand up.
He glared at the other person unhappily.
Wang Zihao was confused and very puzzled.
Ji Yu acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, I'm not counting you, I'm counting your seventh concubine, to see who killed her."
Zhang Chengfeng sat down again and pondered for a moment.
The eldest wife leaned over and whispered to him, and the two of them whispered for a while, and finally Zhang Chengfeng nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a sudden voice sounded in the rather solemn atmosphere.
"Isn't Old Seven dead? Can a dead person be counted?"
The one who spoke was the third sister, who was wearing a slim-fitting royal blue cheongsam. "Oh, little girl, you are so young, how dare you calculate the dead? Don't let that shorten your own life."
"I'm not exaggerating. My brother is a fortune teller. He told me not to tell fortunes about the dead."
“Puff.”
Shen Tianchen couldn't help laughing and was slapped by Shen Baizhou.
Zhang Chengfeng felt a little embarrassed and said sternly, "Old Third, if you don't understand, don't come out and talk nonsense. Zhang Jun, go and move the body of the Seventh Concubine here."
Seeing that things were done, Shen Baizhou sat back down. He had done everything Ji Yu wanted him to do. All he had to do now was sit down and drink tea, eat some snacks, and have fun.
Although he had some guesses in his mind, he didn't know the details. He thought it must be a secret of the Zhang family's own mansion.
Before attending the birthday party and after a brief conversation just now, Shen Baizhou was almost certain of one thing: the death of the seventh concubine might be related to some scandal in the Zhang family.
There is even something in the Zhang family that Ji Yu wants.
However, perhaps because the seal of Jinyuan was still there, Zhang Chengfeng and the first wife made a wrong judgment and thought it was someone else.
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. I will only calculate the death of the Seventh Concubine. I won't look at or say anything else."
"Hahaha, Miss Ji, you're joking. I believe in fortune tellers."
Ji Yu stood up from the chair and walked slowly to a female corpse placed in the middle of the tea room. Her pale face still showed that she was a woman with extremely delicate looks, and her age should be no more than thirty years old.
It seems that he has been following Zhang Chengfeng since he was in his early twenties.
"Miss Ji, what did you figure out?"
This was the first time Director Feng watched the live version. Before, he had only watched it through the live broadcast room across the screen, and it always felt a little lacking.
"I'm sure everyone here knows that the Seventh Concubine died of a sudden heart attack."
Zhang Chengfeng almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He put down the cup casually and looked at Shen Baizhou who was sitting lazily beside him with displeasure.
"That kid from the Shen family, why didn't you tell me?"
"Ouch." Shen Baizhou showed an innocent expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I was so busy that I forgot to tell you about this."
Director Feng sat aside and pulled the angry Zhang Chengfeng aside: "Alright, alright, he didn't even tell me, and he's telling you."
"Miss Ji, did this Seventh Concubine have a heart disease before?"
He saw that the expressions on Zhang Chengfeng and other members of the Zhang family's faces were full of surprise. It was obvious that in their impression, the Seventh Concubine did not have a heart disease, but why did she suddenly have a heart attack?
Ji Yu smiled and said, "It depends on the time."
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Chengfeng didn't say anything, he was also a little curious.
"The Seventh Concubine had a congenital heart disease, but she did not have any heart disease during the seven years she was abroad. She was a very healthy person."
Almost everyone present was from the Xuanmen sect, and they quickly understood the meaning.
"oops."
The third brother tore off the bead curtain in his hand and said excitedly, "I remember that the eighth brother suddenly had a heart attack seven years ago. This..."
The meaning is self-evident.
"That's right, the Seventh Concubine replaced her heart disease with the Eighth Concubine's."
"So it was Old Eight who killed Old Seven? I knew it, I knew it. When I heard that Old Seven had died, I guessed it must have been Old Eight who did it. After all, if it weren't for Old Seven, what happened between Old Eight and Zaizhou wouldn't have happened..."
"Shut up!"
The fine teacup smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound accompanied by an angry sound.
The third brother shrank his neck in fear, and then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag.
She silently patted her mouth, closed her eyes and turned her head away.
It’s over, it’s over. Why can’t I control my mouth today?
Zhang Chengfeng was so angry that he coughed repeatedly, fell backwards, and began to roll his eyes. The people around him quickly rushed over.
Ji Yu stepped forward and slapped Zhang Chengfeng on the back. The next second, Zhang Chengfeng seemed to be stuck. He stopped coughing halfway and stopped rolling his eyes halfway. He blinked a few times, pushed away the people around him, and sat up straight.
"Master Zhang, some things can't be solved by just suppressing them. For a resentful ghost, the more you suppress it, the stronger it will become. Seven years ago, your son was just a ghost general, but what about now?"
Zhang Chengfeng trembled for a moment and closed his eyes in pain.
"But if we don't suppress him, he will rebel. Once he gets stained with blood, there will be no turning back."
"But you had the opportunity to get to the bottom of the matter, instead of dragging it out for seven years."
The third brother asked in confusion, "Find out? There was an internal cause for the incident seven years ago? We all saw it, it's a done deal."
"What did you see?"
Director Feng found himself feeling excluded. He recognized every word of what was being said, but when they were put together, he was confused.
"Mr. Zhang, is it you who says it or me? We can see if there is any difference between what you know and what I calculated."
Zhang Chengfeng sighed heavily, and the eldest lady beside him sat back in her seat with a gloomy face.
"Seven years ago, the Seventh Old Man said he had learned a new song and invited us to Jinyuan. That was also the day we ran into the Eighth Old Man and my eldest son having a secret meeting in Jinyuan. Ahem, ahem, ahem. I later grounded the Eighth Old Man and prevented them from meeting. I also forcibly suppressed the matter. But not long after, my eldest son Zaizhou couldn't handle the shock and jumped into a well. Zaizhou was originally a gifted celestial master, but the resentment accumulated after his death actually gave him the strength of a ghost general. I was afraid he would gradually lose his mind, so I suppressed him in Jinyuan."
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