Chapter 72

Chapter 72

The funeral company salesman’s eyes lit up the moment he heard I was interested in the new cemetery.

This young guy probably took me for a big spender.

“Sir, although our company’s new cemetery is significantly more expensive, it is absolutely worth every penny.”

“I wonder, do you two believe in Feng Shui?”

He looked at us with a meaningful gaze.

Meng Yifan and I exchanged a quick look. Regardless of whether we actually believed in it, we had to say yes.

“I do. I’m a firm believer.”

“Then given your experience and insight, gentlemen, you’re surely more knowledgeable than most. I won’t bore you with details about the authenticity of Feng Shui.”

The salesman pulled out a blueprint and began his explanation. “The entire geographic location of this cemetery is a prime Feng Shui treasure. Our CEO spent a fortune hiring a famous Feng Shui master to study it thoroughly.”

“Within it, there are two Phoenix Graves. As I’m sure you know, a Phoenix Grave is the premier burial site in the Feng Shui of the world of the dead. These two Phoenix Graves are priced at around three million each.”

“Of course, aside from those two Phoenix Graves, the other burial plots also offer protection for one’s descendants; they’re just not quite as potent as the Phoenix Graves. It all depends on your choice. If you’re in business, I highly recommend selecting a Phoenix Grave. The future returns will certainly far exceed that three million.”

I thought to myself that this salesman was certainly dedicated. Who considers future returns when burying a relative? It wasn’t like buying a mutual fund.

“Are those two Phoenix Graves still available?” I asked.

The salesman looked a bit smug. “Our new cemetery has been open for less than half a year, and we’ve had a constant stream of clients. One of the two Phoenix Graves was already sold three months ago.”

Three months ago…

Wasn’t that right around the time something happened to Du Yuwei?

“Who bought that Phoenix Grave?” I asked.

The salesman looked slightly awkward. “I’m sorry, we cannot disclose client information. But the person who purchased that site is definitely a tycoon. Just think about it-if even the wealthy believe in this so strongly, you certainly won’t be getting cheated. As long as you buy it, it will benefit both you and your family.”

I didn’t continue the conversation, simply stating that we needed to go back and think about it.

Finally, he asked for my contact information to follow up later.

Without a second thought, I gave him Song Xiaotian’s phone number.

Once we stepped out of the funeral company, Meng Yifan couldn’t help but sigh. “The way that guy talked made me want to buy a plot and lie down in it myself. Do you think these Feng Shui treasure lands are really that effective?”

I replied, “That’s not important. After all, it’s far too early for either of us to be worrying about our natural ends. What matters is that one of those two Phoenix Graves has been sold, and the buyer is a tycoon. Who do you think it is?”

Meng Yifan froze for a second before quickly catching on. “Du Ruhai!”

I nodded. “Du Yuwei’s child is likely buried in that Phoenix Grave.”

Meng Yifan couldn’t help but curse. “That son of a bitch. Even when his own child dies young, he doesn’t miss an opportunity to make money. But the salesman just said the cemetery isn’t open to the public. Only the families of the deceased with a company pass can enter. It won’t be easy for us to get in.”

Actually, I didn’t think that was much of an issue.

If we could get into Du Ruhai’s villa, we could certainly get into a cemetery.

The real problem was that while it might be difficult for us, Du Yuwei should be able to come and go as she pleased.

Yet even she didn’t dare to go there. That was what worried me the most.

I couldn’t afford to be as reckless as I was when I broke into Du Ruhai’s villa. I couldn’t just rush into that cemetery.
I absolutely couldn’t go this time without being fully prepared.

…

That night.

Meng Yifan, Song Xiaotian, and I met up at a hot pot restaurant.

The two of us had already started treating Song Xiaotian like an older brother.

Compared to that hypocrite Old Zhao Seven, Song Xiaotian was definitely a man of honor and loyalty.

If you were going to make friends, he was exactly the kind of person you’d want by your side.

Besides, he had helped us out a lot, so treating him to a meal was the least we could do.

“Du Yuwei has no record of giving birth?”

I scrolled through the files Song Xiaotian had sent to my phone, looking completely bewildered.

Meng Yifan was also stunned. “There are prenatal checkup records but no birth records? Then where did her child come from? If there’s no birth record, shouldn’t the child still be in her womb?”

Song Xiaotian had likely spent the entire day running around for this. He was wolfing down his food as he spoke. “As long as she went to a hospital-whether public or private-there would be a record. That’s something even Du Ruhai wouldn’t be able to erase.”

“Since there’s no birth record, that means she never gave birth. If she never gave birth, where did the child come from?”

I said that was impossible. There was even a funeral portrait of the child, and Du Yuwei had personally gone to have it made. The infant in that portrait looked at least several months old, so the baby had definitely been born.

As I spoke, I reached out to pull the portrait from my bag to show Song Xiaotian.

He turned pale with fright. “Don’t show me that! Put it back! Ever since I met you two, I’ve had nightmares every single night. Can you guys stop tormenting me?”

Seeing how terrified he was, I quickly put it away.

Just as I did, a thought flashed through my mind.

I made a bold conjecture. “If the child wasn’t born, why did Du Ruhai spend three million to buy a Phoenix Grave? To bury thin air?”

“He bought it three months ago. We don’t know the exact date, but three months ago was also right around the time Du Yuwei’s incident happened. Do you think the child… might have met with the same fate as Du Yuwei before it could be born? Maybe after Du Yuwei died, Du Ruhai removed it himself…”

As soon as I finished, Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan clapped their hands over their mouths, looking like they were about to gag.

A plate of pig brains was currently sitting on the table.

Song Xiaotian silently dumped the plate of brains into the trash can and stared at me. “I just got full… Can you talk about something else?”

To be honest, I felt a bit nauseous myself.

But if we were talking about Du Ruhai, I didn’t find it strange at all. On the contrary, I felt this kind of behavior was perfectly normal for him; after all, he was a pervert to begin with.

Moreover, this was the only answer that could explain why Du Yuwei had a child.

Otherwise, without a birth record, how was the child born?

Where did the child’s ashes come from?

And as for whether the child existed or not, wouldn’t Du Yuwei, the mother, know better than any of us?

“Wait, that’s not right,”
Meng Yifan countered. “Even if your theory is correct, that child… if it was taken out before it was ready, it wouldn’t even be fully formed. The infant in the portrait was several months old. How do you explain that?”

I thought about it for a moment and said, “I suspect this child is a Ghost Infant. Both he and his mother died violent deaths, so he’s likely a Fierce Ghost as well. What if… he grew that quickly after becoming a ghost?”

Song Xiaotian remarked, “Whoa, Master Chen, why don’t you go join Old Zhao Seven? He’d definitely think you have a natural talent for this.”

I replied, “Let’s set that aside for now. In any case, this child definitely exists, and he’s buried in that cemetery. Otherwise, why would Du Yuwei want us to go there?”

“Maybe we should start planning how we’re going to steal the child’s ashes.”