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

Su Chen smiled.

"I'm going upstairs first, please make yourselves at home."

Xi Meng waved her hand, then fiddled with her phoenix crown, belatedly realizing, "Is Master Su a little angry?"

Cai Guobang shook his head with a smile: "No way, Grandma, you didn't do anything."

Xi Meng thought back for a moment, glanced at Shang Xiangyun who was squatting in the corner learning from his assistant, then glanced at Lin Jingmo who was examining the jade bottle, and finally her gaze fell on Song Anhui who was resting her chin on her hand.

"An Hui, what are you thinking about?"

Song Anhui sighed softly, "That Aqing, what a pity."

"I really like him, but unfortunately he won't reciprocate."

"Sigh, there really are things in this world that money can't buy."

Xi Meng said disdainfully, "If you don't comply, just take it. Why do you need to follow these rules?"

“It’s okay not to guard it, but shouldn’t we at least keep a low profile? Besides…” Song Anhui pointed upstairs, “If we really rob it, Master Su probably won’t like it.”

"Alright, senior, it's too late, I need to go and rest too."

Song Anhui waved to her assistant in the distance, asked for the room assignment, and went upstairs while yawning.

As soon as she left, Lin Jingmo quickly followed her up.

Seeing this, Xi Meng pulled Cai Guobang back to the hotel, as for Shang Xiangyun...

After realizing he couldn't lift the flowerpot, he tried to throw it in the living room and take it upstairs, but before he could take two steps, he got a few hard slaps on the bottom. After much deliberation, he could only ask his assistant to help him move the flowerpot to the sofa, where he lay down to rest.

The night is deep.

In a billiards hall in Huacheng, shrouded in smoke, a bald man wearing a thick gold chain, gold teeth, and carrying a briefcase under his arm leaned forward and approached a door.

Before I could even lift my hand to push the door open, someone stopped me.

"Brother, brother~" The man deftly pulled out a wad of cash from his briefcase and handed it over with a fawning smile. "I'm A-Zhou. I have something urgent to discuss with Brother Long. Please make an exception for me."

The man who stopped him was a tall, thin young man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He took the money, patted it in his palm, and lazily raised an eyebrow: "Don't you know what time it is? Do you think you can just see Brother Long whenever you want?"

The bald man's lips twitched, and he chuckled as he took out another stack of papers.

This stack is much thicker than the previous ones.

The young man snorted lightly: "Brother Long is doing something big, but... we should wait about one more word."

"Wait here for a moment."

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.

Five or six minutes later, a burly man with a ruddy complexion came out, pulling on his belt.

Upon seeing this, the bald man hurriedly greeted him respectfully, "Brother Long, this is A-Zhou. About that favor I asked you to do before..."

The man glanced at him, frowning. "What? You doubt our abilities?"

"No, no, it's just that we received news that the person has been arrested, that they..."

The man froze, frowning as he looked at the young man beside him.

The latter frowned: "Let me ask."

When the young man returned after making the call, his expression was somewhat serious.

"Brother Long, it failed. Both of them have been arrested."

"Useless!" Brother Long glanced at the young man with disdain. "Go and give Old Xia a talking-to later. What kind of people are working for him?"

"Yes." The young man said, looking at the bald man. "Don't worry, those two are desperate criminals. They don't know you placed the order, so they won't implicate you."

Upon hearing this, the bald man breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him repeatedly, and slunk away.

Brother Long squinted as he watched the figure disappear before glancing at the young man: "I remember two of the cases involved targeting someone surnamed Lin?"

“Yes, both targets were Lin Jingmo,” the young man said with a hint of shame, “and both attempts failed.”

"Brother Long, our people have inquired and found out that there are some unusual people around him."

“This is unusual,” Brother Long said, taking out a cigarette. The young man immediately handed him a lighter to light it. Brother Long took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then said, “When did Huacheng become unusual? This world… is about to change.”

"Brother Long, you mean..."

“Come back with me, we’ll divide that money among the brothers, and tomorrow morning we…” Brother Long took two more puffs of his cigarette, “and say my wife gave birth and I’m going back to see the baby.”

"Then shall we go over there for the full moon celebration?"

"Okay, handle that batch of goods well, don't let it get found again."

"Understood, Brother Long. I'll inform Lao Xia right now."

……

Su Chen didn't sleep all night.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events at sea over and over again.

When the rooster crowed and someone came downstairs, he sighed softly and opened his eyes.

Master Qingwei said that the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array had no flaws, but only most of the soldiers were killed or injured.

No one survived the Nine-Turn Spirit-Sacrificing Array described by Chang Yu.

It was clearly not the same thing, but his instinct told him that they were talking about the same thing.

The results of the calculations also proved his guess.

Was it a mistake in the oral tradition passed down by those predecessors, or was there a problem with the ancient records, or perhaps... Master Qingwei simply didn't tell him the truth?

Su Chen calculated everything, and the result was beyond his expectations.

The oral tradition passed down from our predecessors is accurate.

There's no problem with the records in ancient books either.

Master Qingwei did not lie about this matter.

That's where things get interesting.

If only most of the survivors died or were injured, how could it be that none of them survived?

Moreover, Qingwei clearly stated that the Nine Revolutions Spirit Sacrifice Array successfully replaced the soul spirit that time. Since it was successful, the array would definitely be removed immediately. So how could it only break down decades later due to energy depletion?

It's full of contradictions and can't be explained in a way that makes sense.

Su Chen even doubted whether he had made a mistake and had to verify it again and again.

Su Chen took a deep breath, sat up, frowned, washed up, and went downstairs.

I spotted Shang Xiangyun sleeping on the sofa right away; his snoring was so rhythmic.

Hearing footsteps, Lin Jingyu looked up and saw it was him, and greeted him.

"You're in good spirits today!"

Su Chen glanced at the flowerpot and the orange tree inside, then walked over to Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu took the hot soy milk handed to her by her assistant and moved it in front of Su Chen: "You had a good sleep. What about you? I heard you didn't get back until 2 a.m.

"I didn't sleep, but it didn't affect me much. By the way, someone tried to harm Brother Jingmo at the auction last night."

Lin Jingyu frowned and pondered for a moment: "It doesn't seem like a cornered dog trying to take drastic measures, but rather... it seems like they're trying to frame someone?"

Su Chen shook his head, took a sip of soy milk, and then looked at the flowerpot again.

Lin Jingyu cleared his throat: "What's going on with that orange tree? Has it gotten entangled with Brother Xiangyun?"

"He's a senior who just woke up from a deep sleep. He probably just thinks Xiangyun is more likable. He doesn't mean any harm to Xiangyun."

Lin Jingyu lowered his voice: "Is this orange tree really a spirit?"

Su Chen asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I've never heard of this before. And orange trees... bear fruit only once a year. Does this senior also flower and bear fruit every year? Or is it different, bearing fruit only once every few years, decades, or hundreds of years? If it bears fruit only once every hundreds of years, could it be like a ginseng fruit, which can prolong life if eaten?"

Su Chen: "..."

"I'm not entirely sure about that. I'll ask around for you later."

Lin Jingyu hesitated: "Is it okay to ask such a question?"

"What's wrong with asking? If you don't want to answer, you can simply not answer."

Su Chen finished his soy milk in one gulp, then pinched up a ball of merit and threw it into the orange tree.

Visibly, the orange tree's branches curled up briefly before unfurling again.