You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"You, you're talking nonsense. What do you mean by drugging me?"

Shang Xiangyun subconsciously retorted.

Song Anhui smiled slightly, then turned to look at the people behind her: "They're all men, tsk tsk..."

"However, with your appearance, you do have fair and delicate skin, which is quite outstanding among mainland men. It's normal for you to be targeted."

"Boss Song!" Shang Xiangyun said helplessly.

Song Anhui raised her hand: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, but I sincerely remind you that men also need to be careful to protect themselves when they're out, especially..."

Her gaze drifted downwards, and Shang Xiangyun reflexively pulled down the hem of her clothes to cover herself.

"Haha~" Song Anhui covered her mouth and laughed, her gaze falling on the vermilion coffin. She asked curiously, "There really is a coffin to film? Is there really a corpse inside? Have you guys gone to see it?"

Shang Xiangyun: “…”

Song Anhui noticed that his expression was not quite right and looked at Lin Jingmo and Su Chen.

Lin Jingmo: "Nobody has seen it yet, but we'll be able to see it later."

Song Anhui frowned, not quite understanding what he meant.

Lin Jingmo pointed at Shang Xiangyun.

"He bought it for 450 million."

“Oh,” Song Anhui said suddenly, then teased Shang Xiangyun, “I thought you were just here tonight to keep me company, but you couldn’t resist spending money.”

"You spent 450 million on a coffin? Are you planning to lie in it after you die?"

Shang Xiangyun: “…”

I'm so angry, I want to punch someone!

He mainly wanted to beat himself up.

I really wanted to slap him a few times.

What are you trying to prove?!

Song Anhui carefully observed his expression, a smile playing on her lips.

The auction ended an hour later.

As the group of two or three people left together, Xi Meng finally got up.

"Got to go?"

Song Anhui nodded: "Tonight was just them testing the waters. They didn't bring out many of their best items. The prices were so low that I wasn't interested in bidding, and I didn't buy anything."

"But the merchants..."

"Boom!"

The change happened suddenly.

When the two gunshots rang out, Song Anhui froze, her face filled with disbelief.

A dozen or so burly men rushed out from all around.

Lin Jingmo subconsciously lowered his body, while Shang Xiangyun reached out and pulled Song Anhui down to squat.

Only Xi Meng, Cai Guobang, and Su Chen remained calm and composed.

Even with Lin Jingmo's quick reflexes, he could only watch helplessly as the bullet slowly approached...

His heart was pounding like a drum.

When he saw the bullet stop about three inches away from him, he blinked blankly, then hid his head behind the chair before slowly exhaling.

The bullet hovered for a moment before falling straight down.

The two shooters were initially full of confidence. After firing, they fled and were blocked by the burly men, but they easily dodged them. One of them even turned around to check his kill with ease.

That one look froze him in his tracks. He was surrounded by the burly men, and it was too late to struggle. His hands were restrained, his gun was taken away, and his right hand was dislocated.

He groaned, still staring incredulously at Lin Jingmo, muttering, "Impossible, how could this be? How could this be?"

Seeing this, his companions knew there was no way to save him, so they abandoned him and ran away.

Unfortunately, he had only run a few steps when he found his body stiffened and he couldn't move his hands and feet at all. Moreover, due to the inertia of running, he crashed to the ground headfirst, getting a mouthful of dust.

Something had happened. Jiang Pangzi was so frightened that cold sweat poured down his forehead. He wiped it as he jogged over.

After a light cough and seeing that the two were tightly bound, he brought them over to apologize to Song Anhui and the others.

Lin Jingmo and Shang Xiangyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Anhui said sternly, "Brother Jiang, if you're really going to do this, it's not just about confidentiality; security has to be guaranteed as well."

"Luckily, most of the people left earlier. If we had opened fire when everyone was still here, who would dare to come next time?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Song is right."

Fatty Jiang begged for mercy, promising to give each frightened guest a small gift to calm their nerves, then turned and kicked one of the captured men, sending him staggering.

Naturally, he was also unsteady on his feet, taking two steps back before finally stopping. He smiled somewhat embarrassedly at Su Chen and the others, saying, "Well, I'll ask Brother Long's men to come and question you right away. I guarantee the investigation will be thorough and clear."

His attitude was good, and Song Anhui nodded, glancing at the stage.

Jiang Pangzi understood what she meant and sighed helplessly, "Boss Song, we know you mean well, but Ah Qing is a bit stubborn and can't quite grasp things right away."

"Don't worry, his master and I were just trying to persuade him, he'll..."

Song Anhui waved her hand: "Don't look back. If you don't want to, then forget it. I always take care of people based on mutual consent."

Fatty Jiang froze for a moment: "Well, alright then."

"After we've finished tidying up here, we'll send it to Boss Song for a look?"

"Okay, let's go then."

"Hey, hey, please take your things with you, and oh right, the coffin too..."

No sooner had Jiang the Fat Man finished speaking than the coffin lid suddenly slid open.

He turned around and found no one beside the coffin, which startled him so much that his entire body of fat trembled.

Nevertheless, he instinctively spread his fat hands to block Song Anhui and the others, while calling for someone to come over.

"Go, go, go check what's going on!"

Although the volume is loud, it sounds a bit weak.

My heart was constantly praying: Please, please don't let it come back to life!

Something bad has already happened. If this person really comes back to life, their reputation will be ruined!

The people he had called over hesitated for a moment, pushing each other, not daring to step forward.

Upon seeing this, Fatty Jiang shouted twice.

"With so many of us, what are we afraid of?"

"If everyone were as cowardly as you, what would be the point of being out here?!"

As he spoke, he mustered his courage and slowly stepped forward.

Before I had taken two steps, a pale white hand climbed up the edge of the coffin.

Jiang Pangzi was stunned with fright.

He watched as a woman sat up.

She stood up, glanced around, her gaze landing on Su Chen's direction. A slight smile played on her lips before she lifted her foot.

Because of her movement, her clothes seemed to be pulled apart, gradually tearing apart, with fragments falling down.

Just as she was about to be completely naked, a piece of clothing was thrown over, landing precisely on her and covering her body.

The woman tugged at her clothes.

"I've been asleep for so long that I haven't even remembered that people need to wear clothes."

She looked at Ximeng and said, "Thank you."

Xi Meng yawned: "Why are you being so polite? How long have you been asleep? Why are you lying in here? Don't you feel unlucky?"

The woman emerged from the coffin.

As you walk, tiny white flowers faintly appear under your feet.

Is it bad luck?

“I don’t think so. This coffin is made from wood taken from my body and painted red. I think it’s quite nice.”

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Shang Xiangyun, a smile playing on her lips: "What's your name?"

Lin Jingmo looked at Shang Xiangyun and found that his eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised. He then rubbed his forehead.

She's gone "crazy" again.

Fortunately, this time he understood somewhat why he had "lost his mind".

Shang Xiangyun truthfully gave his name, which the woman read twice before looking at Su Chen: "Master... you are the second person I have ever met who possesses such merit. You are truly admirable."