Tan Fuya couldn't help but ask, "Is this for decoration?"
Zhu Fanfan had already made the arrangements and took out the things in her hand: "These are all for breaking the formation, and this incense stick is the key."
She wasn't sure about the other party's abilities, nor did she know if she could find out who had plotted against her grandmother. She had to give it a try, hoping that the aura of the person who set up the formation would still remain.
After everything was arranged, Grandma was invited in and seated in the designated spot. She was instructed to calm her mind and light the incense. The incense was made according to the recipe given by Grandpa Dan. Grandpa Dan had said that this could help communicate with spirits, but the ingredients in the recipe were a bit difficult to obtain. She was quite curious at the time and had Grandma find someone to find all the ingredients to make the incense. Unfortunately, only two sticks of incense were made, as the ingredients could no longer be found.
Just then, the wolf king began to howl, his tone tense and his voice changed, as if he had sensed danger.
Zhu Fanfan soothed him, saying, "Don't be nervous, I'm fine, Wolf King. You stay here and protect me, I'll be alright soon."
The wolf king obediently lay down beside him, letting out a pitiful whimper. Fu Minghao even saw the worry in the wolf king's eyes, which was very human-like, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.
Zhu Fanfan began to circulate his internal energy, and his whole body felt light and airy, as if his soul had left his body. Fu Minghao's attention was focused on the wolf king, whose entire body was tense and it was pacing around warily, its nose twitching constantly, indicating that it was no ordinary dog.
A short while later, Zhu Fanfan stood up: "Grandpa, I drew the person who made the pact with Grandma. It's not difficult to break this formation. The rest is up to you."
This was her first time using her supernatural abilities for divination. Grandpa Dan had told her that each divination involved exchanging one's own luck, so some people would feel weak all over afterward, some would have bad luck for several days, and some might even suffer a bloody disaster. Although he had already taught her divination and warned her not to do it unless necessary, she still thought it was very dangerous and never dared to use her supernatural abilities for divination. Unexpectedly, she felt refreshed and didn't feel uncomfortable at all after the divination.
I feel like I've gotten a bit stronger, but I don't know where I've gotten stronger. My mental strength hasn't increased, my internal strength hasn't increased, I just feel like my skills have become better.
Fu Minghao asked worriedly, "Won't breaking through the formation again be too tiring for you?"
Zhu Fanfan replied, "Breaking the formation is simple. I just want you to know who is plotting against you, so you'll be aware of the situation."
From now on, we need to be careful with our words and actions, and nip all threats in the bud.
Fu Minghao tacitly agreed. No matter what, he would not allow anyone or anything to pose a threat to him. After watching Fanfan draw a human face, his wife woke up. After coming out, Fanfan practiced on the wall for a while as if practicing martial arts, and then came out. He didn't understand these things, but he seemed to hear some breaking sound, but upon closer listening, he heard nothing.
Zhu Fanfan said, "The formation has been broken, and no one will devour your fortune anymore. Grandpa, do you know this person?"
Fu Minghao's brows never relaxed: "This is your maternal grandmother's older sister. You don't need to worry about this. Go and take care of your own business."
Tan Fu'er is the eldest daughter of a concubine and has always been at odds with Fu Ya. Although the Tan family does not explicitly favor sons over daughters, they naturally treat male members differently. It is unclear what Tan Fu'er is thinking, as she always flatters the male members of the Tan family and looks down on women. Unexpectedly, she is disliked by the Tan family, and Fu Ya does not like to be with her. So why would she make any promises?
Knowing that her grandfather could handle these matters, Zhu Fanfan still wanted to go find Master Xin to see how the black market was doing, as it was the empire she had built.
Now that things are stable here, Zhu Fanfan wants to go find Master Xin. Her grandfather tells her that Master Xin has moved his base and is now in a dilapidated courtyard in the suburbs, where he has been out of business for a long time.
After Zhu Fanfan disguised herself, she quietly slipped out without seeing her grandparents. When she arrived at the place her grandfather had mentioned, she found it in a mess, with a group of burly men smoking and bragging together.
Zhu Fanfan was spotted as soon as she approached, and someone immediately pulled out a stick and shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Footsteps echoed from inside, and soon everyone gathered at the door. Upon seeing Zhu Fanfan, someone immediately shouted, "Get out of the way! This is our Boss Mo! Get lost! Boss, the doorman is new and doesn't recognize you. Please, be magnanimous—"
He remembered that when Boss Mo made a move, he left no one alive. Their group of people were all quite skilled, but they didn't have a chance to fight back at all. He knew that in front of Boss Mo, they could only keep their tails between their legs. He wasn't pleading for his underlings, but he was afraid that Boss Mo would get angry. The black market was in a bit of chaos these days.
Zhu Fanfan didn't care: "Your name is Dog Tail, right? Where's Master Xin? I need to talk to him."
She still remembered this person. After she beat him to the ground, he was the first to kneel down smoothly and even took the lead in persuading Tiger's former subordinates to submit. He was a person who could bend and stretch, but his name was a bit hard to describe.
Dog Tail immediately fawned, "Boss, you have a good memory. I am Dog Tail. Master Xin is inside. The black market has been quite chaotic lately, so we are temporarily closed. Please come in."
Zhu Fanfan followed them inside. After all, she wasn't familiar with the place and needed someone to show her the way. As soon as Gouweiba entered, he shouted, "Master Xin, Boss Mo is back!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xin, who was inside the house, ran out without even putting on his shoes. He was so relieved to see Zhu Fanfan back. He had thought Zhu Fanfan would never return, and he felt so lost. He wanted to hug Zhu Fanfan's leg and cry when he saw him. He was so pitiful; his boss had almost forgotten about him.
Zhu Fanfan immediately dodged the question: "Your men are watching! Aren't you ashamed?"
Xinye looked aggrieved: "I will never lose face in front of the boss."
If it weren't for his pride, he would have loved to pour out all his grievances and cry his heart out. He had been feeling so stifled and frustrated lately, and it had really delayed him from getting things done.
Zhu Fanfan entered the house, and Master Xin had a group of people guarding outside. His tone was very respectful: "Boss, you left because of something back then. I finished selling the goods and you still hadn't come back. I waited for several days and only found out that something had happened to your family when I went to Grandpa Fu's house. I was afraid that you would stay in the capital for too long and the black market would not be able to operate after you came back, so I decided to use the money from selling grain to buy and sell grain again. I have kept good records and there will be no mess. Here are the accounts for the past few months. Please take a look."
After finishing the business, he started complaining: "Boss, you don't know, I was so afraid you wouldn't come back. I was always on edge. You are my pillar of strength. Especially these past few months, it's like a bunch of young revolutionaries suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making revolution everywhere. They're making a big fuss about protecting the big leader and overthrowing the reactionaries. The black market is almost unable to operate."
Imagine walking down the street and someone suddenly grabs you and quotes you. If you can't recite it, you're labeled a reactionary and subjected to a group of students' criticism. If you argue back, you'll be punched and kicked. This creates a climate of fear, and people are too afraid to go out. Without people, how can a black market operate?
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