As soon as I said that, Zeng Wei turned around and glared at me.
Although I knew he meant no harm, it still made me feel a little uncomfortable, as if I were in cahoots with Zeng, the richest man in China.
I quickly explained that I had only come to the funeral home three years ago, and that I was not responsible for cremating bodies.
"Yanli died last year. When she jumped, her face was stuck in the steel bar and was completely rotten."
My mind went blank for a moment.
Holy crap, what a coincidence!
I actually received a call from a woman named Yanli, whose full name is Tang Yanli.
When she was brought in at night, her entire head was covered in steel bars.
The eyes, nose, and mouth were all pierced by steel bars, making it look like a kebab.
When Tang Yanli was brought in, she was told that she had been in a car accident; her car had rear-ended a large truck.
However, I didn't take over at the time; it was Sister Wu who had Old Liu send it for cremation.
So that means Ms. Wu had been working with Zeng, the richest man, for a long time?
The night Su Mingyang and I encountered the Nine Palaces Soul Lock was not the first case?
The more I think about it, the more horrified I feel.
Luo Tianhe couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't Zeng the richest man supposed to be a great philanthropist in your village? You even put up a statue of him in the center of the village. Did something happen along the way?"
It's unclear whether this touched a nerve with Zeng Wei, but he slammed his wine glass to the ground.
He jumped up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Yes, he used to be a living Buddha, but after that feng shui master came ten years ago, everything changed!"
It's the same feng shui master from ten years ago.
I quickly asked, "Who is that feng shui master? What does he look like?"
"I don't know what he looks like, but I know his name!"
"What's your name?"
"Chen Bazhong!!!"
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