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Chapter 80 Qian Yong is dead!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the construction site, making everything on the site rattle and groan.

Zhou Shun also felt the chill of the wind.

It was bitterly cold; even the north wind in winter couldn't possibly be this cold.

Moreover, it's only the end of August.

The daytime temperature is still quite high, reaching over 30 degrees Celsius. Even though there is a temperature difference between day and night, it won't be too significant.

Therefore, there is something wrong with this wind.

Soon, Zhou Shun witnessed a scene that shocked him.

The wind is too strong.

The wind carried bricks, tiles, tools, and a whole host of other things from the construction site into the air.

After that, they smashed the offering table, the Taoist priests, Zhang Hengquan, and the others.

The altar overturned, and the offerings rolled all over the ground.

From Zhou Shun's perspective, he could see those people panicking and running away in all directions.

Especially Zhang Hengquan and Qian Yong, those things seemed to be thrown more towards the two of them, the force of the wind seemed to carry soaring resentment and hatred, as if it would not stop until it smashed the two of them to death.

In other words, Zhou Shun was hiding in a relatively far place, with a wall in front of him, which is why he was not accidentally injured.

At this moment, the moon seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, and Zhou Shun felt the wind grow stronger.

He even squinted and seemed to vaguely see figures mixed in with the cold wind? They were indistinct and unclear.

But in that kind of wind, how could you possibly see any human figures?

As Zhou Ping'an gazed at the soul in the wind, a wave of sorrow washed over him.

We are both unfortunate souls from afar.

Others might only perceive the resentment and hatred mixed in with the power of the wind, but Zhou Ping'an sensed the sadness and despair.

Perhaps it's not about perception, but about empathy!

For a fleeting moment, Zhou Ping'an's inner rage was ignited, and he wanted to rush over and tear Zhang Hengquan and Qian Yong apart.

But when he saw his father beside him, he stopped and tried to calm himself down.

No, he can't act impulsively.

He has to trust Director Xu.

Cause and effect, karma, good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

All causes and effects are ultimately arranged by Heaven.

In the distance, Zhang Hengquan and his group, under such eerie winds, could only flee in the end.

Even more bizarrely, after they left...

The wind stopped immediately.

The surroundings returned to a deathly silence.

If Zhou Shun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and hadn't witnessed the complete mess before him, he might have thought he was hallucinating.

There was no one there anymore.

Zhang Hengquan, Qian Yong, and the other Taoist priests all seemed to have fled in disarray.

Only a mess was left.

Just as Zhou Shun was about to go forward to check, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed him.

Zhou Shun was startled and turned around to find that it was actually Li Xiang!

"I knew you weren't one to stay put; you were definitely coming over tonight."

"You saw what it looked like there just now, and you still want to go over there? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Li Xiang looked at Zhou Shun and saw a mixture of worry and anger in his eyes.

"We told you to resign and leave, but you won't. What are you trying to do?!"

Zhou Shun gestured—

Find peace!

"Peace, peace, I know that's your son, but is he more important than your life?"

【Yes! 】

Li Xiang: ...

Li Xiang was speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Actually, he understood Zhou Shun's feelings the most, after all, he had a daughter, and his daughter was sick and in the hospital.

He knew all too well what despair felt like.

Can……

If Zhou Ping'an were still alive, that would be fine, but Zhou Ping'an was clearly already... Li Xiang restrained himself from telling Zhou Shun the truth about Zhou Ping'an's death, but he knew he couldn't say it, he absolutely couldn't say it.

Otherwise, if those people find out...

He might also lose his life.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but he still has his wife and daughter behind him.

Li Xiang's gaze fell on the scene of devastation in the distance.

If even ghosts can't do anything, then what about ordinary people like them...?

"You're risking your life for your son."

"I'm not talking to you anymore, come with me now."

Finally, Li Xiangqiang pulled Zhou Shun away, without saying anything to him.

……

The construction site seemed to return to calm the next day.

But this peace was only temporary.

Since the failed ritual that night, more and more strange things have been happening at the construction site.

During this time, another incident occurred: the contractor, Qian Yong, died! Some say he committed suicide, others say he did something evil and was haunted by a vengeful ghost, and still others say it was an accident…

But in any case, it seems that Qian Yong died at the construction site.

Because of the death, the police intervened, and even Zhou Shun's construction site was affected.

Everyone was forced to stop working.

I heard that Zhang Hengquan has invited many masters over the past few days, but none of them have made any good progress.

It was at this time that Xu Qingling set up a stall not far from the construction site, laid out chess pieces, and began to tell fortunes.

100 yuan per time, no charge if inaccurate.

This stall immediately caught the attention of the workers who were chatting in the greenhouse during the work stoppage.

100 yuan is not a small amount for construction workers who do manual labor, but it's not so much that they can't afford it either.

Moreover, most people are still interested in things like fortune telling and metaphysics.

Sure enough, some people still pay Xu Qingling to calculate their bills, since it says on the document that she can't refuse payment.

As the director of the Leave Office in Fengdu, it's not difficult for him to see the fate of mortals clearly.

So, after she accurately predicted the fortunes of several people, her reputation spread.

Just then, a fellow worker patted Zhou Shun on the shoulder.

"Hey, Zhou Shun, that fortune-telling female master, isn't she the one who delivered the letter to you the other day?"

That day, it just so happened that this coworker came to call Zhou Shun out.

Zhou Shun had been looking for Xu Qingling these past few days. When he heard what his coworker said, he rushed out without even putting on his shoes, afraid that if he was a step too late, Xu Qingling would be gone.

When Zhou Shun spotted Xu Qingling from afar, his anxiety grew even stronger.

Barefoot, ignoring the pain from the sand and pebbles pricking his feet, he ran straight to Xu Qingling's stall.

He was gesturing hastily, barely catching his breath.

You are the girl who delivered the letter to me that day.

Have you seen Ping An? Tell me, where is he? I beg you.

Zhou Shun gestured, his eyes already red.

I... I'm kneeling before you.

With that gesture, Zhou Shun was about to kneel down.

Xu Qingling would never let Zhou Shun kneel down, but one of the reasons she came here to set up a stall today was for Zhou Shun's sake.

“I do know where Zhou Ping’an is.”

Xu Qingling's words made Zhou Shun's eyes light up.

"That letter was indeed from Zhou Ping'an, but... I can't tell you where he is."

"I want to ask you, no matter the outcome, do you still want to know where Zhou Ping'an is?" Xu Qingling's gaze was clear and cold, as if it could pierce through to the heart. "Even if it's the last thing you want to see..."

Zhou Shun froze, as if he had guessed something. The redness in his eyes deepened, and even the hand that had been gesturing just now trembled slightly.

He didn't even know what expression to make for a moment.

It was as if, in an instant, the whole person suddenly fell silent.

Xu Qingling didn't speak, quietly waiting for his answer.

After a long pause, Zhou Shun nodded firmly, his red eyes filled with determination.

(End of this chapter)