Why are you trying to steal her destiny? She's the little ancestor of the Xuanmen sect!

"Mr. Yang, something terrible has happened!"

Yang Hao, who was working, frowned slightly: "What's all the fuss about? You've been by my side for quite a while now, and you're still so immature!"

"Zhang Fugui, Master Zhang is dead!" The assistant knew Zhang Fugui's identity and also knew that he had a close relationship with his boss.

Now that he's dead, everyone will definitely suspect the boss.

Yang Hao asked incredulously, "Impossible, right? Isn't Master Zhang in the capital? What happened?"

"Master Zhang was found dead in his room."

The assistant involuntarily lowered his voice: "Not only that, the police have found out that he was in G City, and now they suspect you!"

“I haven’t had any contact with Zhang Fugui,” Yang Hao said, looking displeased.

Master Zhang is dead, but he still makes people look at him with suspicion.

The assistant continued, "The police might send you, so I'm just giving them a heads-up."

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with me." Yang Hao waved his hand, preparing to kick his assistant out.

Yang Hao paused in mid-air, then suddenly asked, "Where's Qin Yuyang? Where did he go?"

Ever since the banquet ended that day, he had thought Qin Yuyang would eagerly come up to him.

The result, however, greatly disappointed him.

Qin Yuyang vanished without a trace.

The assistant replied, "The people who were specifically keeping an eye on President Qin said that his family went on vacation abroad, but there haven't been any updates since."

"Why not continue?" Yang Hao frowned, looking at his assistant with a stern face.

The assistant whispered, "The detective said the money was too little, the plane tickets to go abroad were too expensive, and most importantly, he didn't have a passport yet, so he didn't continue following up."

"Why didn't you report this immediately? Why are you only saying it now!" Yang Hao was so angry that he felt like he was choking on his own blood.

The assistant smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Mr. Yang, you didn't mention this beforehand, so we..."

"Alright, alright, you can't even handle such a small matter. You can leave now." Yang Hao waved his hand impatiently, too lazy to look at his assistant anymore.

The assistant nodded and left.

After everyone left, Yang Hao took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer and put them on, and also took out a black mask.

Not long after, Yang Hao, wrapped up tightly, secretly appeared at the scene of Zhang Fugui's death.

There were quite a lot of people at the scene, many of whom were there just to watch the excitement.

Yang Hao nudged the person next to him: "Hi, do you know what happened over there?"

"I heard that someone died in a house. He died a horrible death, his body covered in blood and gore. I don't know if he was tortured to death by a thousand cuts."

"Yeah, yeah, I saw it that day, it was horrific."

“I glanced at the whole house from a distance, and it was covered in blood.”

Hearing what these people said, Yang Hao shuddered.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "Why are you wearing sunglasses and a mask? You wouldn't happen to be...?"

"I saw on TV that the murderer will return to the crime scene..."

People around Yang Hao immediately looked at him with surprise.

Yang Hao immediately said, "No, I just have a sore throat and I've been coughing lately. My skin is also peeling, so I don't look very good."

"Oh……"

Yang Hao didn't dare to linger and turned to leave.

That night, Yang Hao climbed through the outside window into the scene of Zhang Fugui's death.

The door is locked now, and nobody knows he's inside.

In addition, he wore gloves and shoe covers, so he wouldn't leave any traces at the scene.

"Yue, a strong smell of blood!" Yang Hao hurriedly took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and turned on the flashlight on his forehead.

Under the lights, the horrific scene inside the house was laid bare.

The ground was covered in blood, especially where Zhang Fugui died. A cordon had been set up there, and the area was filled with candles and blood.

The blood on the ground had long since dried, but the smell of blood in the air was sticky and pungent.

The lingering smog hasn't dissipated for days, and even wearing a mask can't stop it.

"I feel like throwing up!"

Yang Hao forced himself to stay awake and searched the room.

He couldn't help but curse Zhang Fugui in his heart: What a lousy master, what bad luck, even in death he can't rest in peace.

"Speaking of which, does this master become a ghost after he dies?" Yang Hao muttered to himself, startling himself.

He felt a chill run down his spine and could only quickly reassure himself, "No, no, you're just scaring yourself."

Yang Hao shook his head, dismissing the ominous thought, "Pah, pah, pah! Nothing will happen, even ghosts are afraid of evil people!"

After checking the room, Yang Hao found no clues or evidence that he had implicated Qin Yuyang.

"What a wasted trip."

The police searched the entire house, but found very little of value.

Frowning, Yang Hao decided to search inside the bedroom.

Zhang Fugui's bedroom was very simple, with just a bed and a few cabinets.

As he flipped through the papers, he muttered to himself, "Wait, isn't this guy a master? How come he doesn't even have a talisman?"

"Where are the copper coins? Where are the useful antiques? Is there nothing of value at all?"

Thinking about how much he had fawned over him before, Yang Hao felt extremely uncomfortable!

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Yang Hao noticed the bag that Zhang Fugui had been carrying.

"It's definitely here!"

He walked over in a few steps and dumped everything from the bag onto the bed.

Inside were several neatly stacked talismans, a few copper coins, several bottles, and a worn-out, brown leather notebook.

Yang Hao's eyes finally lit up.

Finally, something useful!

He eagerly opened the notebook.

"What the hell?"

Yang Hao looked at it for a long time and found that the handwriting was full of messy symbols.

The person's handwriting was so messy it resembled a doctor's diagnosis, completely illegible.

"I'm sick!"

Yang Hao complained, flipping through a few pages at random, preparing to throw the notebook away.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a drawing on one of the pages.

He was shocked when he opened it.

The painting depicts a little girl with pigtails, wearing a dress, and holding a cat in her arms.

"this……?"

Seeing this look, Yang Hao's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this Qin Yuyang's daughter, the one who just came back from outside?

Is he really eyeing her?

Scrolling down, Yang Hao saw some information written by Zhang Fugui on the next page.

Qin Jiao, birth date and time unknown, is very capable. Her grandfather, Liu Huai, was a rural feng shui master whose abilities are unknown and who has passed away.

"That old man has been investigating Xiao Jiu for a long time, hasn't he? Could he be a pervert? I've heard that people from the Xuanmen sect all have some strange reverse aging techniques."

Just as Yang Hao was starting to have doubts, he suddenly heard the sound of someone picking the lock outside the door.

He suddenly looked up, his heart pounding.

Did the police come back to investigate in the middle of the night?

Yang Hao stuffed everything on the table into his bag and tossed it aside, holding a notebook in his hand.

He turned off the flashlight, crawled under the bed, and moved something to block his view.

Yang Hao tried his best to hold his breath and dared not move at all.

"Click."

"Da da da!"

The door lock was pried open, and the sound of leather shoe heels tapping on the floor came from one after another.

It appeared exceptionally clear in the dark and quiet environment.

Yang Hao's palms were sweating as he gripped the notebook tightly.

He hid in the shadows, thinking he probably wouldn't be able to see anything.

But the person was very bold and turned on the bedroom light directly.

The lights suddenly came on, and Yang Hao closed his eyes briefly, involuntarily shrinking back.

With the lights on, if the other person crouches down to look under the bed, they could very well see me.

He was lying under the bed and could only see a man in black walk in.

The man approached the bed step by step.

Yang Hao's heart raced, and all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart.

He dared not move at all, afraid of attracting the attention of the men in black.

The man in black rummaged around for a while and then walked to the bedside table.

There was Zhang Fugui's bag that Yang Hao had just thrown over there.

He walked over, picked up the bag, opened it, glanced at it, took out his phone, snapped a picture, and then left.

"Snapped!"

"Click."

The lights were turned off, plunging the room into darkness.

After the door closed, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

"Gudong!"

Under the bed, Yang Hao felt that even the sound of him swallowing was particularly loud.

Hearing that the outermost door was also closed, Yang Hao dared not make any rash moves.

He waited several more minutes to make sure the man in black was really gone before slowly crawling out from under the bed.

He lay there for a long time, his whole body tense and afraid to move; his entire body was now stiff.

"call……"

Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He turned on the light on his forehead and looked around. Only the bag was missing; everything else was still there.

"Forget it, I'm not looking anymore."

Fearing that he would soon die if he stayed any longer, Yang Hao took out his notebook and flipped through it again.

It contained not only Xiao Jiujiu's information, but also Qin Yuyang's birth date and time. Even more terrifying, it also contained his own!

This master not only took his money but also tried to harm him!

It's absolutely terrifying!

Yang Hao flipped through a few pages, and just like before, there were strange symbols, like a formation.

He can not understand.

Yang Hao couldn't help but complain in his heart: What on earth is this old man up to! He's making me a little scared now.

Just as Yang Hao was engrossed in watching...

The phone vibrated.

He took out his phone, which showed a message from his assistant: Boss, the police are here.

"Are you crazy to come at this hour?!"

Yang Hao didn't care about anything else at that moment, grabbed his notebook and ran away.

He ran to the window and closed it. Just as he was about to leave through the main door, he suddenly remembered someone mentioning that there were security cameras here.

When Zhang Fugui was murdered, the police reviewed the surveillance footage.

No one passed through the monitored area and entered Zhang Fugui's house.

"I almost walked out the door!"

Yang Hao opened the window and returned the way he came.

the other side.

Qin Yuhai applied to Yu Zhinian in the middle of the night and brought Xiao Jiu to the crime scene.

It's better to go at night because there are too many people during the day.

After receiving the news, Yu Zhinian sent Qing Huai to protect them.

"Mr. Qing, thank you for troubling me so late at night." Qin Yuhai nodded to Qing Huai.

Qinghuai waved his hand: "No need to be so polite, Mr. Qin. This is what I should do."

The three chatted as they arrived at the room door.

Qinghuai held the key in his hand, ready to open the door.

"and many more!"

Qin Yuhai turned on his flashlight, bent down, and carefully examined the keyhole: "This door has been pried open."

"Let me see."

Qinghuai also chimed in, took a picture, posted it to the work group, and then read aloud the reply:

"My colleagues in the forensic department said that, based on the photos, the person who pried open the door was not very skilled and probably not an experienced one."

We'll have to come back tomorrow to check the specifics.

Qin Yuhai nodded: "This person just used brute force, he didn't have any skills, he's not a professional lock picker."

After collecting the evidence, Qinghuai opened the door to the room.

The group put on hats, masks, gloves, and shoe covers before entering.

Xiao Jiujiu frowned: "There's not much yin energy in this room, only the smell of blood."

She covered her nose and followed behind Qin Yuhai, her expression somewhat disgusted.

“We’ve checked the room; there’s no yin energy, and Zhang Fugui’s soul isn’t here either,” Qinghuai replied earnestly from the side.

Xiao Jiu Jiu nodded: "Uncle, let's hurry up and look for it."

"Okay, just take a look, don't touch anything, okay?" Qin Yuhai instructed, patting her head.

Little Jiu Jiu complained, "Stop touching my head, I'm not growing taller."

"It's good that you're not tall, you don't have to buy tickets when you go out to play," Qin Yuhai replied with a smile.

Little Nine-Nine: ...

Having you is truly my blessing!

Qin Yuhai and Qing Huai both started searching.

Qinghuai was in charge of taking photos and collecting evidence, while Qin Yuhai was in charge of the search.

Little Jiu Jiu's big, dark eyes darted around as she looked around the room.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Jiu Jiu squatted down on the ground.

She crawled forward a few steps on the ground and saw countless small pieces of trash in various crevices.

"Ugh, such an unclean master, there must be a lot of cockroaches in there, disgusting!" Xiao Jiu Jiu complained as she looked ahead.

Suddenly, a splash of red appeared in the distance!

Xiao Jiu Jiu's eyes lit up.

She pointed excitedly under the bed and exclaimed, "Uncle, come and see! It's here!"

Qin Yuhai and Qing Huai both ran out of the house.

"What's wrong, Xiao Jiu?"

Qin Yuhai walked over with concern, wanting to pick Xiao Jiu Jiu up from the ground: "What if you catch a cold lying on the ground!"

"Uncle, bend down and look at what this is!" Xiao Jiujiu urged.

Qin Yuhai thought for a moment and could only bend down to cooperate.

He spotted a broken fingernail immediately.

The nails are red and have rhinestones on them.

These nail polishes are very stylish and beautiful, but they just don't suit Zhang Fugui at all.

"Mr. Qing."

Qin Yuhai greeted him.

Qinghuai hurriedly went over, took out his phone, took a picture, and posted it in the group chat.

Qin Yuhai took out a dust-free bag and put the bright red fingernail into the evidence bag.

"This nail must have been broken for a while; it's shrunk a bit." If it were a fake nail, it probably wouldn't have shrunk.

Xiao Jiu Jiu leaned over for a look: "It is indeed true. We don't know anything about the nail art style either, but we can ask Aunt Ye."

"Hmm? But this nail has a different smell, sweet, I wonder what it is!" Xiao Jiu Jiu sniffed it and frowned.

Qin Yuhai patted her head: "Alright, let's look for any other clues."

"Good~"

Xiao Jiu Jiu followed Qin Yu Hai with a grin.

The group searched the house for a long time but couldn't find anything unusual.

Qin Yuhai frowned and stood up: "Forget it, let's go check the surveillance footage?"

“Okay, Mr. Qin, this way please follow me.” Qinghuai nodded and led the way…