Chapter 1 A Fortune

As the saying goes, if you take someone's money, you have to help them out of trouble.

It's just that this money is a bit hot to handle.

It wasn't that Boss Zhou felt that this matter was a big problem. In fact, his focus wasn't on that. Rather, after listening to Lawyer An's introduction, he suddenly became suspicious:

Since the organizer of that village had a deep underworld background,

Then why, when they encountered trouble,

Did they specifically send someone to Tongcheng to find him?

Boss Zhou considered himself to be acting discreetly enough. Most importantly, he had always adhered to a social style of being kind to others.

In the eyes of outsiders, the ghost servants of Tongcheng might be a little fierce and powerful. After all, they had once destroyed the local ghost servant group in Xuzhou. But in the end, they wouldn't deviate from the identity definition of ghost servants and constables. Everyone was still a ghost servant, still a constable, still within this circle.

Back then, when Geng Chen, as an inspector, wanted to bring a team to the human realm to destroy this "den of filth" according to the rules, he was smoothed over by the other party using connections.

Now,

The other party was suddenly interested in him, a small constable?

A sense of identity crisis struck, making Boss Zhou feel a little uncomfortable. He wasn't afraid of others scheming against him in the dark, nor was he afraid of others openly coming to his door with knives. But he disliked the kind of trick that seemed to see through you from a distance; it was too annoying.

Just like when facing Qing's arrival before, Boss Zhou seemed a little hesitant. It wasn't that Qing herself was that much of a trouble, although, of course, she was big enough.

Most importantly, she could be a fuse to tear apart his identity. Once his identity was exposed, Ying Gou's old enemies and the high-level officials of the contemporary underworld would not let him go!

Could he return the money?

The four young people were silent together,

And silence,

Was itself an answer.

Zhou Ze rubbed his brow and asked,

"Tell me, what happened in your old trickster village...oh no, Qianjia Village?"

"Grandma is seriously ill." The blond guy who had invited Zhou Ze to play earlier opened his mouth and said, "Very, very serious."

"Is it that Grandma is seriously ill, or is Grandma herself very heavy?"

"She's very seriously ill."

"Then you should go to a doctor. By the way, is your Grandma considered a living person?"

"Grandma, she can be considered a living person."

"Then go find a doctor, or find other ways. My temple here is too small. To be honest, I really can't help much."

One thing that could be confirmed was that the Grandma in the mouths of these four young people was very important to their village.

It was very likely that the safety of the village was tied to that Grandma. If that Grandma had an accident or died, then the village might not be able to continue to exist.

There were many such examples; people leave, and the tea cools, that's how it is.

"Aren't you a doctor too?"

The blond guy asked.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed immediately. The other party knew him well enough. Although this wasn't a secret, it was probably recorded in the underworld's files, but it meant that the other party had definitely investigated him before coming.

Combining this with deliberately losing money, or rather, giving him money, it was also because they had investigated him and believed that he loved...

Boss Zhou suddenly felt a kind of helplessness at being misunderstood by the world.

"What if I insist on not going?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Hearing this, the blond guy didn't seem to be angry at all. He just buried his head deeper and took out a painting from his sleeve.

The painting was very short, only as long as a chopstick.

"Grandma said that if you don't plan to come, let me give you this painting to take a look at."

Yingying took the painting scroll from the other party's hand.

"There's also the specific location of the village in the painting. If you look at the painting, you can find our village based on the location above."

"What about you?"

"We..." The four blond guys looked at each other, then knelt down together and said, "Grandma said that the four of us are also part of the gift, to be used as your achievements, to express our gratitude."

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Xu Qinglang and the old Taoist didn't return until after eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as they entered the bookstore, they were startled. Behind the counter, on the table that everyone usually used for eating, there was a table of exquisite dishes.

"Yingying, go heat it up."

"Okay, Boss."

Yingying took the dishes into the kitchen to heat up, while Zhou Ze motioned for the old Taoist and Xu Qinglang to sit down and talk.

"What is this, the days are not going to be good anymore?"

Xu Qinglang was slightly dissatisfied. He just told him to solve his own dinner, and he put on such a big show. Was this deliberately done for him to see?

If you don't cook, I'll go eat a big meal, and see who feels bad...

But Xu Qinglang thought about it, it shouldn't be. Zhou Ze wasn't that childish.

"Someone gave it as a gift."

As Zhou Ze spoke, he picked up a plastic bag from under the table, placed it on the table, and pushed it with his hand. "Pa!" The plastic bag tilted, and stacks of ghost money slipped out.

"Wow!"

The old Taoist opened his mouth wide.

He knew the preciousness of ghost money. Back then, he was like an idiot. When someone gave him a stack of ghost money, he thought they were teasing him, so he casually placed the ghost money in his chest pocket. Who knew that something happened when he went out that time? He was stabbed by a gangster, and if it wasn't for that stack of ghost money blocking the tip of the knife, he might have died then.

Since then, the old Taoist had a special pursuit of this ghost money. Of course, it definitely wasn't the kind of "Heaven and Earth Bank" ghost money. According to the usage of that kind of ghost money, the underworld would have been hyperinflated like Venezuela.

Even Xu Qinglang, who was always calm and had more than twenty apartments, had his pupils shrink when he looked at the ghost money spread across half the table.

"Where did so much money come from?" The old Taoist swallowed and asked very difficultly.

Boss, did you go to liberate a county town?

"Someone specially sent it this afternoon," Zhou Ze replied.

"Where are the people?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"I liberated them and sent them to hell."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

"..." The old Taoist.

"They themselves requested it, saying that they themselves were also part of the gift, and insisted that since the gift had been sent out, there was definitely no reason to return it."

"Where can you find such good friends? I also want a stack."

"Forget it, let's talk about your investigation results first. I'll talk to you in detail about this matter later.

Old Zhang and the other five are still in Yangzhou City, and Old An is about to go to Guandong.

There are only a few of us left in the store. I also want to discuss it with you later."

"Boss, we have investigated clearly. The matter is actually very simple." As the old Taoist spoke, he looked at Xu Qinglang, probably meaning, should you say it or should I say it?

Xu Qinglang waved his hand, motioning for the old Taoist to continue speaking.

The old Taoist cleared his throat and said,

"The matter is very simple and also very bloody, but because of this mirror."

The old Taoist took out the mirror wrapped in Taoist robe cloth from his arms, pointed at it and said, "It should have been a very simple matter, but because of its existence, it became complicated.

That old man is actually older than me, and that old woman was over a hundred years old; she died the day before her one hundred and first birthday.

The old man and the old woman were originally from XX province in the mainland. The two of them were husband and wife at the time. Later, because of various things like that, the old man was driven crazy during that period.

After being crazy for a while, guess what happened?"

The old Taoist deliberately kept Zhou Ze in suspense.

"He died," Zhou Ze replied.

"Boss is wise!"

Very stiff flattery.

"Of course he died. After that, the old woman didn't know what method she used to smuggle herself to Hong Kong, where she took refuge with her relatives and started a business from scratch, doing antique business and earning a lot of money.

After the old woman died this time, their grandchildren followed her will and took her remains and the ashes that the old woman had been treasuring all along back to the mainland to retrace the path of that year."

"This is the same as not saying anything. What about the mirror?"

"According to her grandson, this mirror is the old woman's treasure. They thought it was a rare ancient treasure, otherwise their grandmother wouldn't have treasured it so much.

The old woman really never left this mirror, always carrying it with her. Outsiders weren't allowed to touch it, let alone even look at it."

"How did this mirror get into her hands?"

Yingying brought up the reheated dishes at this time. Zhou Ze took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth.

"That old man was an archeology professor before he died. This mirror should have been an object that he deliberately left behind, a gift for his wife. Who knew that this mirror was strange?"

It was originally a very ordinary story of an era, one might say, with a touch of personal heroism. Giving it to those bitter love drama directors as a script could make for a good TV series.

But it was precisely because of the effect of this mirror that this TV series was forcibly turned into a suspenseful, supernatural, bloody R-rated film.

"I haven't specifically researched this mirror yet, and I don't dare to research it, but more or less, this mirror should be retaining the aura of the old man and the old woman.

Or, it's possible that the old woman in Hong Kong intentionally or unintentionally made this mirror work.

She accompanied this mirror day and night, and she missed her dead husband day and night. This caused my master, haha, to be pulled up again and again.

This mirror may be a projection, turning the virtual into reality, turning the thoughts into reality;

Perhaps, even the old woman herself didn't know that because of her relationship with this mirror, my master was dying and being reborn, being born and dying, again and again."

Zhou Ze nodded. Whether the old woman knew the specific role of the mirror or not, with her death, it was impossible to verify.

Xu Qinglang picked up the beer on the table, didn't pour it into a glass, and blew directly at the mouth of the bottle. After a long time, he put down the bottle and said, a little amused and annoyed,

"Old Zhou, you know what? There's something that I never thought of.

Do you think it's ridiculous or not?

That old thing who killed my parents,

He really was a madman!"