Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei were invited by Ding Junyuan. Before he, the host, had even said a word, this person who suddenly appeared started to chase them away. It was really disrespectful of him.
His face turned cold: "Mr. Li, I invited these two to help with Feng Shui."
"The things here have nothing to do with Feng Shui." Li Hongyu said and walked forward without looking back. He said lightly, "But your legs are on your bodies. You can leave or stay as you please. But if something happens, don't blame me for not warning you."
Wu Weiwei: “…” This sentence sounds so familiar.
Chen Ling glanced at Wu Weiwei and said, "Master Wu, that's right. You just told me that not long ago."
Wu Weiwei was the first to look away from his brother Chen, and said awkwardly, "Brother Chen, let's go in and take a look too."
Ding Junyuan didn't have a good impression of Li Hongyu, thinking that he was too arrogant despite his young age. In comparison, although Chen Ling was younger, he had a good attitude and was comfortable to get along with.
He also said, "Mr. Chen, please come in."
A group of three followed behind and followed Li Hongyu around upstairs and downstairs, and finally returned to Ding Junyuan's office on the first floor.
The compass needle continued to turn tirelessly, but the brows of the person holding the compass became more and more furrowed, as if he was confused.
Chen Ling thought of something and pressed his trouser pocket through the cloth. The Sanqing Bell did not vibrate, which meant that the Yin energy detected by the compass did not pose a threat at all.
If there really is so-called evil spirit in the carving room, then he must have either hidden himself or dispersed his yin energy. Otherwise, when the compass touches the place with the heaviest yin energy, it will stop rotating and tremble as it points to somewhere.
Li Hongyu put away the compass and said seriously, "Mr. Ding, I will stay in the carving room tonight. Please help me arrange it."
There were no beds in the carving room, so it was impossible for someone to conjure them up with magic. Ding Junyuan said helplessly, "Mr. Li, we don't have a lounge in the carving room, and we don't provide accommodation for students. There's really no way for you to stay overnight."
"Then bring a quilt from your home and I'll sleep on the floor." Li Hongyu said arrogantly.
Although this person did not introduce his background, since he was coordinated by the police, he was most likely a government staff member. Ding Junyuan couldn't refuse directly. He was about to nod in agreement when Wu Weiwei suddenly spoke.
"Are you trying to steal our business?"
Li Hongyu crossed his arms and sneered: "Do I need to rob? Do you really think you can handle it?"
Without mentioning anyone by name, his eyes had already fallen on Chen Ling. It was obvious who he was talking to.
Chen Ling was not hurt at all, it didn't matter. It all depends on one's ability, and the country didn't say that wild Taoist priests are not allowed to make a living.
He stopped Wu Weiwei who was about to get angry and asked, "If Li Hongyu does this case, will Mr. Ding also have to pay them?"
"Of course!" Wu Weiwei said, "Generally speaking, after the matter is over, the Special Investigation Department will send a bill, and the price is not low."
Chen Ling exclaimed, "Ah!" He thought that the state organization was for the people, and the Special Investigation Department should naturally take it as its duty to exorcise evil spirits and eliminate evil from the victims.
As soon as Wu Weiwei saw his brother Chen's expression, he knew what he was thinking and curled his lips: "Where do you think the money for repairing the Taoist temples comes from every year? The Special Investigation Department is actually just a national special investigation department. It is actually a non-governmental organization affiliated with the religious association."
I don’t know if it was intentional, but the whisper was heard by everyone in the office.
"Mr. Li." Ding Junyuan thought for a moment, walked up to Li Hongyu, and asked with a smile, "Then can you tell me how much I would have to pay if you were to solve this problem?"
"have no idea."
Li Hongyu's three words had a huge effect.
Mr. Ding's heart skipped a beat. He thought, if I don't know, doesn't that mean I can get whatever I want? It would definitely be safer to cooperate with someone who has agreed on the price in advance.
He smiled and said, "It's like this, Mr. Li. Things come first and then arrive. Since Mr. Chen and Mr. Wu came first, why not let them handle this matter."
According to Li Hongyu's temper, he would have turned around and left long ago, but when he thought of the new Temple of the God of Wealth that was about to be built in his own Taoist temple, he suppressed the urge to leave.
"They can't solve it." He said firmly, as if he had foreseen the outcome. "But if Mr. Ding insists on doing this, I will stay and watch over them to prevent things from getting worse."
"Who asked you to watch?" Wu Weiwei said bluntly, "You are just after the money and want to grab the order."
Li Hongyu's face opposite him was almost distorted.
Chen Ling suppressed his smile, reached out and grabbed the back of Wu Weiwei's collar, walked out, and said to Ding Junyuan: "Mr. Ding, can you give me a list of the students who dropped out before?"
"Of course." Ding Junyuan immediately took out a folder from the drawer. Knowing that Chen Ling and the other man didn't want to be in the same room with Li Hongyu, he walked out without hesitation.
Li Hongyu had never been treated so coldly before. Whenever he went on a mission before, he was always treated with flattery.
Today, he met two half-baked people. Not only was he very angry, but Ding Junyuan also had to give him face.
As he was thinking about it, he took out the compass again. The needle was spinning so fast that it made him dizzy. He got even more furious!
Chen Ling took the folder and randomly found an empty room. He and Wu Weiwei sat face to face and summarized the characteristics of those who chose to drop out of school.
Seventy percent of them are girls, most of them are learning clay sculpture, and a few are learning painting. The other 30% of male students are basically learning clay sculpture, and only two are learning sculpture.
With this comparison, the problem arises.
People who choose clay sculpture must do so because of their hobbies and interests, but having chosen it, why would they give up halfway
Wu Weiwei looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while, then said, "Brother Chen, do you think it's because clay sculpture is too difficult to learn?"
"Probably not." Ding Junyuan, who had been silent the whole time, took over and said, "Several of these students are very talented. The clay sculpture teacher has praised them many times in front of me and even offered to help those kids send things to the exhibition."
"If that's the case, why don't you learn it?" Wu Weiwei was confused.
Chen Ling tapped his finger on the table and said, "Instead of guessing here, why not just call and ask."
As he spoke, he had already taken out his cell phone and selected a boy's number on the file.
The sound of high heels clattering could be heard from the corridor outside the door.
The footsteps went towards the office next door. After knocking on the door, the person outside said something and then knocked on Chen Ling's door.
"Teacher Ding, can you move the statue?" The girl at the front desk said with a bitter face, "The front desk is small and it's hard for me to pass by with that thing blocking my way."
Ding Junyuan then remembered the statue and walked out, apologizing, "I'll move it right away."
Chen Ling stopped dialing the number. He was curious about the huge black bag. As soon as he went out, he saw Ding Junyuan struggling to hold the black bag as tall as a person and walking towards him.
"Let me help you." He took the initiative to step forward and extend his hand to help.
Half of the weight was taken away at once. Ding Junyuan took a breath exaggeratedly and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Chen Ling said no thanks and asked, "What's in this? It's so heavy."
"It's a clay sculpture of a female figure, as tall as a person, and it took a long time to make." Ding Junyuan looked back at the road and wondered, "In fact, this statue is very beautiful and lively like a real person. It's a pity that I haven't found anyone who knows its value."
Chen Ling thought of what happened yesterday afternoon, "When I left yesterday afternoon, I saw you carrying it into the car."
"We found a buyer, but after just one day, he said he didn't want it anymore," Mr. Ding said hesitantly, "He said he was scared after looking at it for so long."
Chen Ling paused and was about to open the bag to take a look when the office door was opened by a hand.
Li Hongyu walked out and unzipped his black belt, revealing a muddy, stiff face.
He held the compass and moved it back and forth over the clay sculpture. Just like before, the compass was still rotating, with nothing unusual.
Chen Ling and Ding Junyuan were both struggling to move, and their legs began to weaken: "Mr. Li, if you don't plan to move out of the way, could you please lend a hand?"
Li Hongyu took a look and saw that the people at both ends were so tired that their arms were shaking. He sneered and stepped forward to help lift them up.
The gravity on his arm suddenly became much lighter. Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, took his hand back, and said with a smile, "Please help Mr. Ding lift it. I'll go get some water."
Li Hongyu: “…”
Wu Weiwei, who was following behind, applauded silently at his brother Chen.
Chen Ling returned to the room he had been in before and started making phone calls. The first call could not be connected, the second was hung up, but the third one was answered. However, as soon as he explained that he wanted to ask about the reason for dropping the class, the person on the other end showed great resistance at first. It was not until the end that he confessed that he had been having nightmares ever since he arrived at the sculpture room. He either dreamed of being thrown into the water or of his mouth and nose being covered with mud.
The carving room was filled with too much negative energy, which affected the students' minds, causing them to suffer from terrible nightmares at night.
Chen Ling thought of the female clay sculpture that Ding Junyuan had moved around, and Zhou Wenhui who had drowned and was lying on the garbage dump behind the sculpture room.
These two things corresponded exactly to the two scenes in the nightmare, but no matter how he connected them, he could not associate mud and water.
He lowered his eyes and locked the screen, then his gaze suddenly turned. At the moment he lowered his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
I stood up and walked to the corner. There was black mold everywhere, which made my scalp tingle.
"Mold is easy to grow in damp and shady places, but the fungus you see now is rather special." A person appeared out of nowhere beside him. He leaned over slightly, with his upper body covering Chen Ling's back, and his chin resting squarely on the top of the young man's head.
Chen Ling: "Jiangyu."
The old ancestor seemed to be very concerned about his age. He didn't dare to call him old gentleman in front of others.
"Hmm." Jiang Yu's slender arm passed over the young man's shoulder, and his white fingertips pointed at the mold in the air. "It's called ghost face mold. It only appears in damp, yin-filled places, where evil spirits appear."
Chen Ling froze, not daring to move. If he stood up, his back would touch the man's chest.
Wu Weiwei saw him squatting on the ground like a log, and shouted across the air: "Brother Chen, what are you looking at?"
As he spoke, he walked towards the corner, wanting to join in the fun.
"Don't come over here." Although he knew Wu Weiwei couldn't see him, Chen Ling still felt guilty, "You coming over here will affect my thinking."
Nothing is more important than Brother Chen’s thinking. If he figures it out, six hundred thousand will fall from Ding Junyuan’s pocket into their pockets.
Wu Weiwei took several steps back, his back against the corner of the wall farthest from Chen Ling.
Chen Ling: “…” What’s wrong with you being a little silly
Chen Ling closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Jiang, can you please step back? I can't move like this."
Jiang Yu said "hmm" indifferently, turned around and sat on the podium at the back. He propped one leg on the ground and bent the other leg leisurely on the side of the podium. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and pointed out calmly: "You didn't come to see me today."
Chen Ling then remembered that he was so busy making money that he forgot about his new friends.
He coaxed her in a low voice: "I'll make it up to you when I get back. Can I burn two more incense sticks?"
Jiang Yu half closed his eyelids, covering his light-colored eyes, "No need."
He raised his head slightly, swept his cold eyes around, sneered, with a flash of disgust in his eyes, then raised his arm and placed it on the young man's shoulder, bringing the man in front of him.
"You've been in the studio for so long, what have you discovered?"
"Basically, I found nothing." Chen Ling shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable with the hand on his shoulder.
Just as he was about to break free, he heard Jiang Yu remind him, "Earthbound Spirit."
I suddenly forgot about their intimate posture.
The resentment and hatred left behind after death combine with the Earthly Evils to form spirits, which are bound here for some reason, so they are called Earthbound Spirits. They are born out of hatred, and only think about revenge. They are restrained by the surrounding environment for a long time, and gradually merge with it, extending from invisible gas to any corner of this limited environment.
That's why Li Hongyu's compass is spinning unsteadily.
Chen Ling was tired of squatting, so he simply knelt on the ground with one knee, wondering what kind of hatred Zhou Wenhui had with the earthbound spirit in the carving room, and whether it had anything to do with Ding Junyuan.
Wu Weiwei waited for a while and couldn't help asking, "Brother Chen, have you figured out the answer?"
Chen Ling said no, and quietly glanced around. He found that Jiang Yu was not there, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said to Wu Weiwei: "This is caused by the earthbound spirit. Let's go find Mr. Ding first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a dull thud coming from the back of the corridor.
Chen Ling opened the door and rushed out, and Wu Weiwei followed closely behind him. He even had the leisure to ask, "Brother Chen, who were you talking to just now?" It was creepy.
"Talking to myself." Chen Ling doesn't blush when he lies, and what he says sounds like the truth.
Wu Weiwei believed it.
All the houses along the road were empty, with no one in them. The only house where sound might have come from was where Master Sun placed the stone tablet.
As he got closer, Chen Ling felt the Sanqing Bell in his pocket begin to vibrate, and finally it started to clang.
Li Hongyu also rushed out, and the Sanqing Bell was forced to ring as he swung his arms.
The two looked at each other and saw the embarrassment of colliding with the magic weapons in each other's eyes.
Not sure if he wanted to steal the business or just had long legs and could run fast, but Wu Weiwei watched helplessly as the man named Li arrived at the utility room before them and used his shoulder to push the door open.
The moment the door opened, Chen Ling's copper bell suddenly became quiet, indicating that the evil object with evil thoughts had left.
Ding Junyuan in the room had his eyes wide open, his limbs spread out on the ground, his body twitching constantly, his mouth opened as wide as possible, and a strange, hoarse breathing sound came from his throat, as if something was stuck in his throat.
Chen Ling was kneeling on one knee on the ground, and was about to help the man up, when a hand lightly touched Ding Junyuan's forehead which was covered with cold sweat.
—It’s Jiangyu.
In Ding Junyuan's eyes, bloodshot seemed to have a life of its own, quickly crawling out and entangled his pupils.
His waist arched upward, and his chest rose and fell more and more violently. Seeing that he was about to die, his tense body suddenly relaxed, and he sat up abruptly, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of black and dirty liquid.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Ding Junyuan coughed violently, and black stuff kept being coughed out of his lungs.
I don't know how long it was before he finally calmed down. He covered his throat with both hands and looked around in horror.
Chen Ling patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Mr. Ding, calm down, everything is fine now."
Ding Junyuan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead which was splitting with pain. The veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Li Hongyu didn't have the patience to wait for him to calm down completely, so he asked condescendingly, "Mr. Ding, what did you just encounter?" He rolled over the spitted-out dirt with his feet, "What you spit out is mud and sand, and it's a little different from the clay used for clay sculptures in your carving studio."
Chen Ling didn't feel disgusted, so he found a piece of wire nearby and poked the vomit twice.
He looked up at Li Hongyu and pointed out the mistake seriously: "There is also a little yellow mud in it, you see, and some grayish-white stuff."
Li Hongyu glanced at him sideways and said "Oh" perfunctorily. After a few seconds, when Ding Junyuan did not answer, he reminded him impatiently: "Mr. Ding, I hope you can answer my question."
"After Mr. Li helped me move the clay sculpture to the door, he went back to the office..." Ding Junyuan rubbed his forehead and said hoarsely, "I moved the things into the utility room by myself. As soon as I put the things away, the lights in the utility room went out. Then, I heard the sound of dripping water..."
The sound of water fell right at his feet. In order to confirm whether it was the ceiling leaking, Ding Junyuan deliberately raised his hand upwards.
The air that was supposed to be nothingness turned out to be sticky and wet, and a strange chill spread along his fingertips. As if to cater to this feeling, he actually felt something silky, entangled from above and wrapped around his head.
Those things rushed into his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears frantically.
The darkness blinded his eyes but magnified all his senses. Ding Junyuan felt that his skin was covered by an inexplicable stickiness and tightly bound.
His breathing became difficult because of the foreign object in his throat, and the feeling of suffocation burned his lungs...
Ding Junyuan's throat kept shaking as he talked about these things. The terrifying stickiness seemed to still stick to his skin, spreading inch by inch, from his forehead to his cheeks, and then to his chin, neck, and shoulders... This thought continued to spread in his mind like poison.
"Mr. Ding, you are safe now." Chen Ling placed his hand on Ding Junyuan's shoulder, tightened his fingers slightly, and pressed down gently.
The warmth from the young man's palm penetrated his shirt and entered his skin, spreading out slowly like water, suppressing the fear that had blocked his throat.
Ding Junyuan closed his eyes and took a breath. His emotions calmed down, but his voice was still unstable: "I really don't know what that is. I'm not even sure if it's something I imagined..."
"It's not a fantasy." Li Hongyu tapped the dirt with his foot. "This is the evidence."
Looking at the unclear black and yellow stuff, Ding Junyuan's complexion, which had finally recovered, turned even paler, and his bamboo-like body was shaking.
Chen Ling was afraid that he would really faint from fright, so he put his hand on his back and said, "Let's go out first."
"What are you going to do?" Li Hongyu seemed to want to focus on investigating this new crime scene. "That thing might still be here. I want to stay and investigate. If you want to go out, you go out."
Chen Ling ignored him and pushed Ding Junyuan out.
Wu Weiwei snorted coldly at Li Hongyu, folded his arms and followed the people in front of him out.
Ding Junyuan was frightened, and his whole body was trembling. He looked left and right. Chen Ling poured him a glass of water, and then stood quietly by his side, staring at the coffee table in a daze, thinking about Ding Junyuan's previous descriptions in his mind.
Cold, wet, constantly extending, entangled, and pouring in, and Ding Junyuan's difficult breathing when they broke in.
Evil ghosts often retain the state they were in before death. The first two descriptions reminded him of Zhou Wenhui who died in the back alley.
Her body was wet, her wet black hair covered her entire face, there was black stuff in her nails that looked like mud and sand, and her body was swollen as if it had been soaked for several days.
A vague idea came to Chen Ling's mind, and he said unconsciously: "Is it a drowned ghost?"
"Yes and no." The voice that had disappeared for a while jumped into his ears again.
Chen Ling subconsciously tilted his head, and the tip of his ear just happened to brush against something soft. He was stunned for a moment, and a face appeared in his mind, and his face suddenly turned red.
Did I touch Jiang Yu's lips just now? No, no, it must be somewhere else.
But why are other parts of her body so soft? It must be her lips.
Chen Ling was about to be driven crazy by himself. He pretended to be calm and took out his phone to type: I thought you were gone
"Yeah." The man responded in a low voice, the tone lingering in the heart like the low sound of a cello.
Chen Ling was silent. This must be the legendary Su Yin.
He raised his butt and moved an inch to the side, trying to get a little further away from the man, and continued typing: What do you mean by what you just said
"Literally." Jiang Yu, "The fun of decryption lies in the process of exploration, and you need a lot of experience to improve yourself."
Chen Ling also knew that he was a weakling, and he almost blushed when he was told that. But when he thought about it carefully, honest advice was unpleasant to the ear. How many people in this world would be willing to comment on your shortcomings and deficiencies in person? There was no doubt that Jiang Yu did have the potential to develop into a close friend.
He secretly decided that he should be nicer to his ancestors in the future and not take advantage of others' advice for nothing.
At least when I go back tonight, I will offer you a roast chicken.
Chen Ling: “Thank you.”
"Yes." Jiang Yu agreed and said inexplicably, "Goodbye."
Chen Ling thought he was just telling him that he was leaving, so he didn't say anything. After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no movement beside him, he quietly moved his fingers to the next room, but there was nothing but air.
At this time, Ding Junyuan's complexion had returned to normal. Wu Weiwei ran to pour him a cup of hot water. After watching him drink half of it, he asked nervously, "Mr. Ding, how do you feel?"
"Cold." Ding Junyuan's voice was tense.
Chen Ling took out a piece of talisman paper, lit it, and put it into the remaining half cup of water: "Drink it up."
Ding Junyuan looked at the black stuff in the cup and couldn't eat it. He wanted to vomit just by looking at it.
"You've been haunted by evil spirits, so there's still some negative energy and bad luck on your body." Chen Ling looked at him calmly, "You don't have to drink it, but you're more likely to run into ghosts recently."
Ding Junyuan almost jumped up. He held the cup with both hands and poured the liquid into his mouth.
He put the glass down with a bang and burped. Liquid with a burnt smell came up. He quickly covered his mouth with both hands, for fear that the talisman water would be spit out and wasted.
Chen Ling: “…” The contrast between before and after is too great.
He sat back on the sofa, crossed his fingers, and looked up at Ding Junyuan: "Mr. Ding, there is something I hope you can answer truthfully."
Ding Junyuan immediately sat up straight, his face serious: "Ask."
"Do you have any other relationship with Zhou Wenhui?"
"Of course not!" Ding Junyuan complained bitterly, "That's all nonsense from Zhou Wenhui's mother. She and I are just ordinary teacher and student."
Chen Ling said nothing, just stared at the man.
Ding Junyuan seemed to be competing with him, but he didn't even turn his head, and his face was calm.
Chen Ling was sure that this person was not lying, so he continued, "Has there ever been a murder in the carving room before?"
"No." Ding Junyuan barely thought about it. "Definitely not during the time I took over. As for the previous boss, I'm not sure."
Only then did Chen Ling realize that Ding Junyuan was not the first owner of this carving studio.
"There was a previous owner?" he asked. "Why did he sell this carving studio to you?"
"The previous owner didn't build a sculpture, but an art gallery, and it was very famous. Before the move, it was always in the top three on Dianping.com and was a very popular online celebrity attraction." Ding Junyuan said, "If you don't believe me, go and search it. It's called the Time Corridor."
Wu Weiwei was quicker and immediately opened the mobile browser and turned to netizens' comments about Time Corridor on a lifestyle review website.
Chen Ling was puzzled: "Since the business is so good, why are you closing it?"
"The boss said he was tired and wanted to rest." Ding Junyuan said, "Some people feel satisfied after making a certain amount of money and want to enjoy life. It's understandable."
Chen Ling couldn't understand. He looked at the mobile phone that Wu Weiwei placed on the coffee table. The former boss's face was really not good.
The forehead is low and narrow, uneven, and not full. Most people with this kind of forehead have bad intentions and are mean-spirited. His eyes are not very good either, with small eyeballs and whites showing above the lower eye sockets. Even through the photo, you can feel his gloom.
Not to mention him, even Wu Weiwei could see that this was not a face of a kind-hearted person.
He nudged Chen Ling with his arm and whispered, "Is there something fishy going on with the previous boss?"
Chen Ling shook his head and said he didn't know. "Let's check first." He raised his eyes and asked again, "Has Mr. Ding's carving room been renovated later?"
"No, the previous art gallery had a very good decoration style, simple and elegant. After taking over, I just asked the decoration company to help separate the classrooms and offices. I didn't touch the walls or floors."
Chen Ling asked again: "Have you ever found anything like a pagoda, talisman paper, or a Bagua mirror?"
"No." Ding Junyuan was still immersed in the young man's previous question, his heart pounding: "Mr. Chen, why did you mention the murder case just now?"
"Because he suspects that there is an earthbound spirit causing trouble here." Li Hongyu pushed the door open.
Wu Weiwei complained quietly: "I don't know if he just arrived at the door, or if he has been standing in the corridor eavesdropping."
"I didn't!" Li Hongyu's face turned pale. He glanced at Chen Ling, then turned to look at Ding Junyuan. "Someone must have died here, or you must have hidden a body. Boss Ding, if you want to solve the problem, I advise you not to hide anything."
"I really didn't!" Ding Junyuan was helpless. "If I did, the police would have filed a record, and the neighbors next door would definitely know about it. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."
Chen Ling's gaze was still on the photo of his former boss. His eyes, with the whites of the lower eyelids showing, seemed to be able to see through the lens.
Just as he was about to look away, something strange happened. The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth in the photo slowly drooped downwards, and his black eyeballs suddenly drooped upwards, half of which was blocked by his upper eyelids.
"What the hell!" Wu Weiwei just turned his head and was shocked.
Chen Ling was also made uncomfortable by the sudden change in his face. He locked the screen and pushed the phone back to the person next to him.
Wu Weiwei was extremely disgusted: "Brother Chen, why are you pushing it to me? I don’t want to touch it." He now wanted to rush out and throw the phone into the trash can.
It's too weird.
It was clearly a smiling photo, but how did it suddenly turn into a gloomy, terrifying face full of resentment
Chen Ling stood up with his bag in hand: "I'm afraid something is going to happen." He looked at Ding Junyuan who looked confused: "Do you have the contact information of my former boss?"
"No..." Ding Junyuan said, "After the handover, I called him once, but the call didn't go through. He must have changed his number."
Chen Ling: "What's your home address?"
"have no idea… "
"Then how do we investigate?" Wu Weiwei was speechless. He leaned close to Chen Ling's ear and whispered, "The photo just now was so weird. This person might have a bloody disaster in the near future." If it's serious, he might lose his life.
Chen Ling's parents have no connections with the police or the government, so there is no way to find them. However, Chen's two uncles, one is in business and the other is in politics. Unfortunately, they stopped communicating after the family split up.
"I can find out where he is." Li Hongyu suddenly spoke, then turned around and made a phone call.
Chen Ling discovered that even when this man asked for help, he used a commanding tone and had a cold attitude.
After a while, Li Hongyu hung up the phone, said nothing, and left.
Chen Ling: “…”
Wu Weiwei pointed at his back in shock: "How could he do this!"
"I'll think of another way." After thinking it over, Chen Ling decided that he could only turn to the Jiang family.
Jiang Shengxing's call was connected very quickly, but the surrounding environment was noisy. However, for some reason, the tone of his voice became cautious and careful, not as casual as before.
Chen Ling didn't think too much about it, and didn't waste time on small talk: "Mr. Jiang, I have something I want to trouble you with."
Jiang Shengxing: "Mr. Chen, you say."
"I want to check the personal information of the owner of Time Corridor. The more detailed the better." Just as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice. Chen Ling was puzzled as to why his master was with someone from the Jiang family.
He was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he asked tentatively: "Mr. Jiang, are you in Yuhe Mountain now?"
"Yes, I'm... discussing something with Mr. Zhao." Jiang Shengxing paused, as if he covered the receiver with his hand, and his voice came through in a muffled voice, "If you need anything else, I'll send someone to get it right away."
"No need." The voice that answered sounded even more familiar, he had just heard it a few minutes ago.
Why is Jiang Yu here too? !
Chen Ling suddenly had a bad premonition, which was so urgent that it made him feel uneasy.
Jiang Shengxing's voice came from the receiver again: "I have already given instructions for what you just told me, it just takes a little time."
Chen Ling suppressed the strange emotions in his heart: "How long will it take?"
"The earliest will be tomorrow," Jiang Shengxing said.
Chen Ling said thank you to Ji in a stammering voice and hung up the phone. However, he was unable to come back to his senses for a long time, with Jiang Yu's voice filling his mind.
"Brother Chen, how is it? Can you find out?" Wu Weiwei raised his hand and bumped Chen Ling's arm.
Chen Ling came to his senses, nodded and said, "We won't have any results until tomorrow." After calming down, he looked at Ding Junyuan, "Mr. Ding, I suggest you close the carving room in the near future. This will be good for you and other students."
Ding Junyuan nodded heavily and agreed: "I'll listen to you."
It would be impossible to find the hiding place of the earthbound spirit in a short time, and it was impossible to flatten this three-story building directly, so the work had to come to a temporary halt.
Before leaving, Chen Ling gave Ding Junyuan an amulet, but it was returned to him.
"Mr. Chen, I really don't dare to stay alone. Can I..." Ding Junyuan stared at the young man eagerly, suppressed his shame and asked, "Can I stay with you recently?"
Chen Ling said frankly: "Of course, I can, but the place I live in is rather shabby, and you have to pay for living expenses."
Ding Junyuan didn't expect that the young man was actually a money-grubber. He was stunned for two seconds and said, "No problem. You decide how much to pay."
In fact, Chen Ling didn't want to be so stingy, but he was short of money. When he thought of the big hole in Yuhe Mountain, he wanted to sigh. It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning. He now personally experienced the hardships of starting a business.
Ding Junyuan drove back to Yuhe Mountain. After rushing for a while, they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain before lunch.
From a distance, Chen Ling saw white smoke coming out of the chimney of the kitchen in his yard.
Zhao Xunchang is a lazy guy, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to cook... For some reason, he thought of Jiang Yu again.
Thinking of this, his steps became faster and faster, and finally he just ran, and stopped outside the gate of his house, panting.
There was a voice in the yard. It was Zhao Xunchang's voice, and his tone was not as lazy and casual as usual.
He pushed open the door with both hands, and there was a round stone table in the northeast of the yard, surrounded by four stone benches, on which four people were sitting. The most eye-catching one among them was a young man wearing a dark gray striped shirt.
The man was dressed casually, with his collar unbuttoned, revealing his slender neck and a bit of straight collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up above his arms, making the strong lines of his forearms look slender and beautiful.
Chen Ling's eyes swept over the other's legs that were leisurely propped up on the ground, and finally stopped at the ground. He secretly swallowed his saliva, puzzled, why did the ancestor appear in his own courtyard, and with Jiang Shengxing by his side.
Jiang Shengxing was sitting on Jiang Yu's left. When he saw the young man come in, he stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, we meet again."
Chen Ling was stunned and did not react.
Zhao Xunchang raised his fist to his mouth and coughed softly: "You're back just in time. There's something I wanted to tell you."
"What?" Chen Ling looked over subconsciously.
His intuition told him that this matter was related to the Jiang family.
Zhao Xunchang said, "We are still short of people at Yuheshan Cemetery. Master has recruited a new one for you, Mr. Jiang."
Chen Ling followed his master's hand as he introduced him, and looked all the way to Jiang Yu's face. When he met his eyes, the man nodded slightly, without even moving the corners of his lips.
Wu Weiwei led Ding Junyuan in at this time, pointed at Jiang Yu's face and said like a fool: "I remember you, you are Brother Chen's friend."
Jiang Yu stood up, his restrained aura spreading out as he stood tall and straight. He said, "Hello."
Zhao Xunchang's face changed slightly, he wiped the cold sweat with a handkerchief, and introduced to Wu Weiwei with a smile: "Xiao Wu, this is Jiang Yu, he will be your colleague next, and he is also an investor in our Yuhe Cemetery."
Chen Ling murmured: "Why don't I know?"
"This is something I discussed with Mr. Zhao half an hour ago." Jiang Shengxing stood up from the stone table and walked around to Chen Ling. "Yuhe Cemetery has a beautiful design and a quiet environment. It also happens to cater to the current unified funeral regulations. Whether it is Mr. Jiang Yu and I personally, or the group, we all think this is a project that is worth investing in."
Chen Ling: “…”
New life did begin to appear beneath those patches of weeds, but it was still a far cry from the so-called quiet and peaceful environment.
Mr. Jiang, is it really okay for you to lie with your eyes open like this
There is no such thing as a free lunch. Chen Ling asked, "What are the conditions?"
Zhao Xunchang also walked up to the young apprentice and said, "Didn't I just tell you that I've recruited a new person for you?" He stepped aside and said, "Jiang Yu's ability and status don't need to be mentioned. You know it well. It's a waste of talent to have him be a security guard or a gardener. Master thought about it and hired him as a financial manager. It just so happens that he has invested in it."
Chen Ling wanted to raise his hands to object, but the master did not give him a chance to speak. He took him to a corner of the yard and continued to persuade him in a low voice: "With him in Yuhe Mountain, no evil spirits dare to follow. The evil spirit of the Yin God is better than any magic weapon in deterring evil spirits. And in the future, if you catch an evil ghost and send it to the underworld, you don't have to please any little Yin messenger anymore. Just let him do it."
It was a perfect solution, but Chen Ling still hesitated and whispered awkwardly, "But my relationship with him..."
"Do you hate him?" Zhao Xunchang's eyes were so sharp. Seeing his little disciple shaking his head honestly, he smiled and said, "Since you don't hate him, then just date him. Anyway, you are of marriageable age, so you can think about it more."
Chen Ling jumped up and corrected him: "I just turned 20 not long ago, and I'm still two years away from the legal age for marriage!"