At noon, the sun shone directly on the ground, making the cemetery even hotter, like a giant furnace.
Ji Heng craned his neck, shook his head and sighed, "Jiang Chi ran so fast, he really won't die?"
Lin Xi glanced at him. "Are you very familiar with Jiang Chi?"
“I can’t bear to see a genius fall.” Ji Heng counted on his fingers, “I’ve heard of Jiang Chi’s reputation since I was a child. He’s the perfect kid. If he had just focused on academia, he would have succeeded long ago.”
"Jiang Chi is dead; our nation has lost a genius."
Lin Xi said calmly, "He won't die."
She felt that the two would meet again soon, which might be a telepathic connection between twins.
Lin Xi took a step forward. "Let's go, back to the Divine Calculation Hall."
Ji Heng scratched his head. "Okay."
He had met Jiang Chi twice, but they weren't close friends.
Ji Heng couldn't just stand by and watch someone go to their death, and he wanted to say a few more words of advice, but unexpectedly, this guy disappeared in an instant.
Forget it, I'll go find someone on the school's confession wall.
The title was already in mind.
[Breaking News! This is the kind of person the aloof academic genius is actually—what kind of secret hobby is it to sneak into a cemetery at night and chase after corpses?]
Jiang Chi will kill him, won't he?
Ji Heng shook his head, his heart filled with inner turmoil.
Lin Xi urged, "Let's go, it's too hot here."
"Here they are." Ji Heng strode forward.
Qian Fugui, Xu Wenlong, and Director Wang waited under the big tree and probably overheard some things.
Curator Wang patted his head. "Master, is it solved?"
Lin Xi gave a light "hmm," and said, "He's not a pervert, just a kid who likes to court death. It's simple, a thousand yuan for the fortune telling fee."
Director Wang had no objections and quickly transferred the money, saying, "Thank you, Master."
Lin Xi waved, "Fugui, Xiao Heng, let's go."
"Okay." Qian Fugui picked up the keys and went to drive.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Director Wang called out, "Master, wait!"
It's not easy to meet a true master; such an opportunity is rare and shouldn't be let slip away.
Lin Xi continued walking, saying, "Let's talk as we go, I'm in a hurry."
Director Wang jogged to catch up, forcing a fawning smile. "Master, please, have some tea first. The matter is very simple; I'd like to ask you to tell my fortune."
The group walked through the cemetery and entered the funeral home, where the air conditioning cooled them down.
Putting everything else aside, the air conditioning at the funeral home is particularly powerful.
Director Wang gave a wink, and the aunt next to him immediately brought over five cups of mung bean soup.
Director Wang introduced, "This is a specialty of the funeral home; please try it."
Lin Xi took a small bite; the mung bean filling was smooth and delicate, with a refreshing and cool taste—a perfect way to beat the summer heat.
Ji Heng exclaimed, "The funeral home's specialty is quite good; one sip and my heart turns cold."
Director Wang chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, I'm glad you like it."
He looked at Lin Xi and asked cautiously, "Master, I would like to have my fortune told."
Lin Xi succinctly pointed out, "The feng shui of the funeral home is problematic."
"Oh no?!" Director Wang was extremely worried. "The funeral home is my only asset. If it goes bankrupt, how will I and the families of dozens of employees survive?"
"Waaaaah, waaaah..."
Xu Wenlong said sarcastically, "Unqualified funeral homes should close down as soon as possible to avoid harming people and ghosts."
Director Wang sniffed, "Master, please take a look at the feng shui and save the funeral home."
Lin Xi glanced around and said, "Block this door; we can't let any living people come and go."
Director Wang asked blankly, "Why?"
Lin Xi explained simply, "The layout of the eight gates is incorrect. Living people should enter through the Open Gate and exit through the Life Gate. This side of the cemetery is the Shock Gate, which is the underworld, where ghosts and corpses reside. The frequent entry and exit of living people will cause a clash of energy fields."
She pointed to a road on the left and said, "Move all the clutter off the road. Closing the door can easily trap dirt and filth, and breed negative energy. Remember to have someone clean it every day and open the windows for ventilation frequently."
"The location of the crematorium needs to be changed to the southwest, which is this side. The southwest is Kun, which represents the earth. The earth is vast and can contain, so the living will not be tainted by unclean air."
"..."
Director Wang took out his small notebook and wrote down each point, saying, "Thank you, Master."
Lin Xi yawned. "There's nothing seriously wrong. Just be careful with the minor issues. This place is beautiful with its green mountains and clear waters, perfect for building a funeral home. Once the winter is over, business will naturally pick up next spring."
She added, "Pay close attention when hiring."
Director Wang nodded emphatically, gazing at Lin Xi with teary eyes, as if looking at his own mother.
"Thank you so much, Master. You are my benefactor."
"If there is any need for help in the future, I will do my best to help. Your relatives will be treated free of charge at our funeral home forever."
Lin Xi declined, saying, "No need."
After collecting the money for the divination, she rode in Qian Fugui's car back to the fortune-telling hall.
Xu Wenlong stayed at the funeral home to discuss with Director Wang the compensation for the mistakenly given Xu Yuan's ashes.
They arrived shortly afterward. Lin Xi opened the door and got out of the car, and a delicious aroma of food wafted over.
Qian Fugui held up his phone, extremely proud of himself, "I ordered takeout, Master, you choose first."
There were three food packages on the table: eel rice, sour soup dumplings, and spicy hot pot.
Lin Xi took a serving of dumplings. "Thank you."
Ji Heng opened the hot pot on his own initiative. "Wow, Fatty, how did you know I like this place?"
Qian Fugui glared at him, "I didn't order any for you. I can eat two servings by myself."
Ji Heng grinned, "Fatty, don't be sarcastic. I know you care about me..."
Qian Fugui rolled his eyes. "Narcissistic!"
After the meal, the Divine Calculation Hall opened its doors to welcome guests again.
The elderly folks came again and sat obediently in the corner.
"Master, what's the situation with the ashes? Can you tell me?"
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