Chapter 22 Song Yuqu, don’t worry about the life and death of the Chen family, come and fight with me...
When Long Zhu received the photo, his expression showed no surprise, joy, or nostalgia. Instead, he was as calm as if he were simply recounting something: "Ah, you are a descendant of Song Zhen."
"I am Song Zhen's younger brother, and a descendant of Song Qian."
Song Yuqu lit a cigarette and used a silver fruit stick as a cigarette holder. He didn't know how he used it, but the smell of the cigarette was so faint that it was almost unnoticeable.
"I heard that you promised Chen Rongqing something."
"I've read the faces of this couple and they have a short life with little fortune, and their descendants will be extinct for four generations."
"Of course, with your ability, modifying the horoscope of an ordinary person is no problem. But are they worth it?"
Long Zhu put down the photo: "I don't understand what you want to say."
Song Yuqu laughed and said something shocking: "Don't worry about the life and death of the Chen family, just come and fight with me!"
The ghost young man who was still pouring tea elegantly suddenly started coughing.
"In 1922, Chen Rongqing and his wife, Zhang Yanfang, traveled south to search for their relatives due to famine in northern China. Along the way, they found a girl and adopted her. For unknown reasons, they treated her like a deity."
"As soon as I saw you, I knew that the girl in the photo, Chen Rongqing's so-called 'adopted daughter', was you, or rather, your previous body."
"But in fact, most people don't know that before that, Chen Rongqing was engaged in an unscrupulous human trafficking business. They called every 'goods' they handled 'adopted sons and daughters.'"
Song Yuqu pushed a folder over, which contained various yellowed old newspapers and notes. If any one of them were exposed to the world, it might cause the now powerful Chen family to suffer heavy losses.
"They are kind to you only because they have something to gain from it. They would rather start from scratch in Hecheng than to wash their hands of the past and put aside their shame. It's simply because they sense a greater opportunity."
Song Yuqu stubbed out his cigarette fiercely. "They're just using you, do you understand? I can triple the benefits they promised you. Sanximen won't treat you unfairly."
Long Zhu pushed the folder back without even looking at it: "After all this time, I know everything you said."
The ghost youth was stunned. "You know? How could a powerful ghost like you be willing to be schemed against by an ordinary person...?"
"I forgot," Long Zhu thought hard for a moment, "Anyway, this is what I owe to the Chen family."
As for what kind of people Chen Rongqing and Zhang Yanfang are, what does that have to do with her?
She never cared.
Song Yuqu sighed deeply, and the tension he had just felt went away, before he relaxed and slumped back in his chair.
She raised her hand listlessly: "What a pity! I thought you weren't the kind of person who would stick to your principles. Maybe I could successfully poach you."
Long Zhu said without hesitation: "If you tell me where the judge is, I can also agree to your request."
"That's really unfortunate."
Song Yuqu turned his head and said, "Fang Qing, open the door."
The ghost youth nodded: "Understood."
He stretched out his hand and waved, and suddenly a green light flashed along the edge of the door.
At this time, Song Yuqu walked forward and opened the door handle, but what appeared was not the company corridor he came from, but a dark and damp cave.
The grotto is spacious and deep, with a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram inlaid on the ground. A couplet hangs in the middle, with huge ink characters twisted like dog crawling.
First couplet: Red debts and white debts are all dead debts.
Second line: Don’t be surprised by the triple happiness.
Horizontal banner: Longevity, happiness and wealth.
Song Yuqu led Long Zhu inside and pointed to the "Harmony of Heaven, Earth and Man" in the middle, saying, "This is our own place. The Four Judges' whereabouts are uncertain. It's estimated that they haven't been here for over a hundred years."
"Heaven, Earth and Man in Harmony" consists of four long cards inlaid on a stone slab. Each card has a number of red and black dots. Starting from the last number, they are called: Harmony five, Man seven, Earth eight, Heaven nine.
It is also the name of the Four Judges.
Song Yuqu secretly observed Long Zhu's expression, as if she had guessed something. She asked, "The judge you're looking for is Tian Jiu? Why?"
Long Zhu stared at the top card with a serious expression: "I want to see the 'Xiao' they are talking about."
Song Yuqu stared at her for a long time as if he had seen a ghost, and suddenly burst into laughter without caring about his image.
After a long while, she finally stopped laughing: "Ms. Long, I don't know if I need to remind you."
"Do you think I went through so much trouble just to attract an ordinary evil spirit?"
"I, Song Yuqu, will never make a mistake. You yourself are a Xiao."
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Ying Zhiwei was doing her homework in a restaurant with the blue-black radio next to her.
The phone vibrated, and a few red dots appeared in the upper right corner of the app.
Several hot posts have been updated in [Hearsay].
[The 14th floor of Ginkgo Building has been intervened by the Abnormal Control Bureau! Are there any fellow Taoists who know the inside story? ]
What exactly is Sanxi Debt Optimization, and is it related to the Three Death Gates?
818 Xiaoguai doesn't blame the mysterious woman who appeared before the live broadcast was interrupted! [Screenshot]
Ying Zhiwei just clicked on the top one.
[Protect our crystal: A cold chain transportation company had an accident on the 14th floor of Ginkgo Building. An employee died unexpectedly, and the management refused to take responsibility. The victim's family later locked him in a refrigerated truck and froze him to death. Since then, the building's fortunes have declined, and few people are renting it... This happened so long ago, I never expected it to become a formation.]
[Don't want to start school: Huh? Then why didn't the Abnormal Control Bureau discover the formation before?]
[Becoming Rich: Stupid, it's only natural that there's a formation in the Three Death Gates territory.]
[Years of Peace and Tranquility: Indeed, even without characters, a 'formation' can be triggered. When the Impermanence Ghost was still around, it was used like soybeans. I wonder how many have been removed by now.]
Zhao Fu, known as the "Impermanence Ghost," was a notorious demon in the 1960s and 1970s.
She loved to play with people's hearts, causing chaos in the Taoist sect at that time. She also invented the weird thing called "no characters" that could stimulate resentment, collect it, and use it for her own benefit.
Fortunately, this demon was killed by Lingxuan Taoist Meng Bujiu forty or fifty years ago, and the Zhu Alliance applauded.
I heard these stories from my parents when I was a child.
Thinking of this, Ying Zhiwei felt a little sad.
At that time, there was a saying among the four great families in Xuanmen: Wang, Meng, Ying and Song. Later, some incidents happened, and with the rise of the Bai family, the Ying family gradually declined.
The old man of the Ying family placed all his hopes on the younger generation, but the second uncle of the Ying family was hypocritical. He took good care of the orphan girl of the eldest wife on the surface, but secretly only favored his own son.
Even the family techniques such as controlling ghosts and refining weapons were secretly learned by Ying Zhiwei from the notes left by his parents.
[Mengmeng's father: That woman is indeed extraordinary, not like an ordinary ghost.]
Ying Zhiwei came back to his senses, enlarged the screenshot, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
As expected... this is not a surprising feeling.
[I volunteered: It might just be a chivalrous female ghost. Who knows, she might have destroyed the formation?^^]
[Mo Chanyan: I agree with the above.]
[Becoming rich: I agree with the above. ]
The radio turned on by itself, and a voice with a hint of electrical noise came out: "Sister?"
Ying Zhiwei sat up straight abruptly, looked to the side furtively, and then whispered, "Be careful what you say, there are a lot of people here."
"Then I'll keep my voice down." The radio volume button automatically turned a third of the way. "Aren't you going home for the summer vacation?"
Ying Zhiwei snorted: "Go back and see what that idiot cousin says? I don't want to go back."
Radio sighed, "I wish I were still with you."
Ying Zhiwei pounded the iron shell and said, "What nonsense! Aren't you right next to me? Okay, I'm going to set up a stall to earn some pocket money."
The radio was bewildered: "How can you make money? Your uncle won't introduce you to an employer."
This store is located on Huaihua Street, next to the flower and bird market and street stall alley. It is bustling with people every day and it is noisy and bustling.
There was a small TV hanging in the corner. The owner Yang Fengchun was watching it intently when the female student who often visited the shop came over to talk to him.
The other party stuffed a piece of paper folded into a small triangle into her hand.
"Boss, I often do my homework in the store, which affects your business. This is for you." Ying Zhi smiled sweetly. "I see that you have an altar in your store and you often place bowls of raw rice at the back door. Maybe you believe in this?"
"But actually, the incense you use at home is already top-grade. If you frequently place raw rice bowls, it might backfire. So if you encounter anything, burn this in the bowl to keep yourself safe."
Yang Fengchun had a strange expression on his face.
Although she is a businesswoman and likes to worship the statue of the God of Wealth on weekdays and burn some paper money for wandering ghosts during festivals, but in essence, she does so to seek good karma and is not like some people who believe in ghosts and gods.
If she had heard this from an old fortune teller with a white beard, she would probably have bought into it because of the stereotype.
But the other party turned out to be a well-behaved student girl, so she began to suspect that it was some kind of pyramid scheme to defraud money.
"Oh, thank you, sister," Yang Fengchun said with an awkward smile, "I don't really believe in this."
Ying Zhiwei also noticed the other party's vigilance and pressed the evil-repelling talisman directly on the receipt at the counter: "Don't worry, boss, I won't charge you. I'm going to set up a stall in the park. If it works, please introduce more customers to me."
Yang Fengchun understood, but didn't expose it immediately: "You young people nowadays actually know these things. Fine, leave it alone."
Ying Zhiwei could see that the other party was just being perfunctory, but it didn't matter. After saying hello, he picked up the radio and left.
She had always believed that as long as she had the ability, she could still support herself even without relying on the Ying family.
But now we gradually find that without the recommendation and endorsement of predecessors, young people who are just starting out cannot reach the ideal customer group in a short period of time relying solely on their own abilities, and may even be treated as scammers.
Yang Fengchun looked at the other person's back as he walked away. After a while, he came to his senses, shrugged his shoulders and continued watching TV.
Today's young students have probably watched too many TV dramas and read too many novels, and they talk about gods and ghosts all the time. Schools should really strengthen science education. Look how good children have been poisoned!
She didn't notice that the back door of the kitchen quietly opened by itself and there was no one around.
On the white tile floor that had just been mopped, a series of black footprints slowly spread...
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