Chapter 344

Li Banfeng wrote the contract, writing it out clearly, point by point, and detailing the principal and interest with absolute clarity.

He had borrowed money from Glove, so he had to write it down clearly, and he had to pay it back.

Glove said from the side: "Boss, you're scolding me. I was just joking when I said 'borrow' earlier. What's mine is yours; just take it and use it!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "What's yours is yours. What is borrowed must be repaid."

Once the contract was written clearly, Li Banfeng spent the whole night moving all the silver dollars and gold into the bedroom, then called for Feng Chongli and Feng Xincheng.

Looking at the room full of silver dollars, Feng Xincheng was stunned.

He couldn't understand where so much money came from; if he were Feng Chongli, he wouldn't dare to do this business.

But he was not Feng Chongli.

Feng Chongli stared at the silver dollars for a moment, his expression solemn, and said to Li Banfeng: "There are still three hundred and fifty-two dollars missing."

Li Banfeng did not hesitate and immediately took out his wallet.

Why was he so straightforward?

Because Li Banfeng and Glove had calculated it together, and it was indeed short by over three hundred dollars.

Truly worthy of being a high-level business cultivator, to be so sensitive to money.

Feng Chongli took the banknotes and said to Li Banfeng: "Boss Li, please wait here a moment."

Before long, Feng Chongli returned to the room, holding a pair of yellow pear wood rectangular boxes, which he handed to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng opened the boxes; inside each of the two boxes lay an iron ruler.

The luster of the iron rulers was not particularly eye-catching; there were some signs of wear in places, and even a bit of rust.

Shopkeeper Feng could not see any clues and dared not speak lightly; he really did not understand why this pair of iron rulers was so valuable.

Li Banfeng put on a show of examining them for a long time, then nodded and said: "Boss Feng, please also wait a moment."

He couldn't tell if they were real or fake at all; this was his first time seeing an iron ruler.

Leaving the room, he opened another room downstairs, entered the Personal Residence, and first asked Glove: "Do you think this is real?"

Glove straightened its body and said: "Boss, what kind of talk is that? I've never seen an iron ruler before, how would I know if it's real or fake?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said: "That's true, you haven't seen one. Then who do you think has?"

Glove held its thumb and middle finger together and shook its index finger, saying: "If you ask me, since it's something from our house, naturally we should ask the house."

Li Banfeng nodded in agreement: "But the house has so many rooms; which room would be most appropriate to ask about this?"

Glove tried its best to maintain a stable standing posture, pondered for a moment, and replied: "When our house was stealing oil, it was kept in the third room. I think the third room still has quite a bit of spiritual energy."

Li Banfeng also felt that made sense. He took the iron rulers to the third room, looked at Glove, and said: "The house can't respond to me at every moment. How do you think I should ask the house?"

Glove tried to control its trembling body, pondered for a while, and replied: "I think, since it's something from the house, it's better to place it on the ground and see how the house handles it."

"That makes sense."

Li Banfeng placed the pair of iron rulers on the floor of the third room.

After a moment, the pair of iron rulers gradually melted, sank into the floor, and disappeared.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Woo-ooh!

With a whistle, every room trembled in response.

The Personal Residence was very excited.

Li Banfeng had gotten the real thing.

He put on Glove and returned to the hotel.

Feng Chongli and Feng Xincheng were both waiting in the room. Seeing that Li Banfeng hadn't brought the iron rulers back, Feng Chongli was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Boss Li, our business hasn't been completed yet."

Li Banfeng said: "The business is already completed. I verified the items and they are real. You counted the money, and not a cent is missing. Money and goods are cleared; we shall take our leave now."

Li Banfeng was about to leave when Feng Chongli said: "Wait a moment. We still need to draw up a contract. With the delivery of money and goods, this pair of iron rulers has nothing more to do with me. From now on, whether they are lost or damaged, it has nothing to do with me."

"Good!" Li Banfeng agreed. "Eight hundred thousand ocean dollars, delivered in cash, which you have counted in person. From now on, regardless of whether it's more or less, it has nothing to do with me."

Feng Chongli nodded: "For this business, Feng Xincheng shall be the witness. From now on, regardless of the reason, neither you nor I can harm the witness's life!"

So there was such a rule.

No wonder Tu Shumei didn't kill Lu Yuesan to silence him back then.

As Tu Shumei's accountant, Lu Yuesan was light-fingered and loose-lipped; logically, Tu Shumei couldn't keep him.

But according to Feng Chongli's rule, one must find someone known to both parties to act as a witness. Tu Shumei didn't know this rule beforehand, and the only suitable candidate around at the time was Lu Yuesan, so she made him the witness, and therefore couldn't kill him.

If one didn't listen to Feng Chongli's rule and killed Lu Yuesan anyway, what would happen?

That would depend on the strength of both sides.

Tu Shumei's cultivation was not low, close to the eighth layer. What was Feng Chongli's cultivation?

He was Feng Xincheng's elder brother, yet he looked younger than Feng Xincheng. If he hadn't modified his appearance like Tu Shumei, then it proved that Feng Chongli had already extended his lifespan, and his cultivation had reached the Cloud Above.

If it were just to shut Lu Yuesan's mouth, Tu Shumei couldn't afford to offend Feng Chongli. This was the reason Lu Yuesan was able to survive.

But why was Feng Chongli unwilling to tell others about this rule?

This matter was impossible to infer, and Li Banfeng couldn't be bothered with it. The three of them wrote the contract and pressed their handprints; the business was thus concluded.

Li Banfeng couldn't stay a moment longer. He immediately took Shopkeeper Feng, bought a train ticket for the evening, and returned to Yaowang Gou.

Feng Chongli took a money bag from his bosom, grabbed the ocean dollars, and started packing them into the bag.

How many ocean dollars could one money bag hold?

This was hundreds of thousands, plus a large box of gold.

For these items, Feng Chongli's money bag could indeed hold them.

An hour later, all the money was packed properly. Feng Chongli returned to his room and slept for the night. At dawn the next day, he headed straight for the train station.

Halfway there, he suddenly heard someone calling from behind: "Stop! Where are you going?"

Feng Chongli turned his head and saw a rickshaw puller chasing after him in a rickshaw.

"Oh my, you've returned." Feng Chongli hurriedly greeted him.

"Nonsense, could I not return? Wasn't it agreed to wait until tonight? Why did you leave early?"

"Apologies, my business here is already finished."

The rickshaw puller was stunned: "Business finished? What does that mean?"

"It means that item has already been sold."

"Sold to whom?"

"It's not convenient to tell you that."

Clang!

The rickshaw puller threw the rickshaw onto the ground: "How can you be like this! Wasn't it agreed? I went back to raise the money! One million ocean dollars, I've brought it all for you!"

Feng Chongli smiled: "There's no help for it. You didn't give a deposit at the time, nor was a contract drawn up. This guest came with cash, so I certainly had to do business with them."

The rickshaw puller raised his eyebrows: "Are you playing me?"

Feng Chongli also withdrew his smile: "Where does this come from? I am a businessman, and business has its rules. It's your fault for being a step late."

The two stared at each other for a long time. The rickshaw puller picked up the rickshaw again: "I'll remember this grudge."

Feng Chongli said: "Why hurt the harmony? You still have big things to do here. We will have to deal with each other more in the future.

Besides, this rickshaw shouldn't be thrown around all the time. There's such an important item hidden inside; if you break it, where would you go to find another?"

Arriving at Yaowang Gou, Shopkeeper Feng returned to the grocery store. Li Banfeng hid the key, entered the Personal Residence, and stared at the bag of blood-stained soil before him, clearing his mind, just staring at it like that.

There were bloodstains in his eyes, and bloodstains in his mind. Li Banfeng had to find the next spot of blood.

The shape of the next bloodstain would certainly be different, and the environment it was in would also be different. The deviation might not be small. Searching like this, could he find it?

With two more railway tracks, this would depend on the ability of the Personal Residence!

After waiting a few minutes, a whistle sounded in his ears.

Li Banfeng was just about to walk out carrying a shovel when the Lady called out: "Hey, husband, wait a moment!"

A cloud of steam wrapped around the soil, and two phonograph needles flew up and down.

A few minutes later, the Lady picked out all the blood-stained soil, and put the remaining soil without blood back into the bag.

"Precious husband, after digging up the bloodstains, fill the pits back in with soil. Don't let that dog thief, the God of Misfortune, get suspicious!"

"The Lady thinks thoroughly!" Li Banfeng shouldered the soil bag.

The phonograph gave another instruction: "Sister Blood-Stained, you help husband do some covering up. There are over a hundred blood-sprinkling points; the God of Misfortune won't look too carefully. New mud and old soil, help husband make it look decent!"

The Blood-Stained Pendulum said: "Don't worry, Madam!"

"Second Blade, support the door. If husband hasn't returned, you must not let the main gate close."

Tang Dao shouted: "Order received!"

"Husband, Second Blade can't hold on for too long. Go quickly and return quickly!"

Tang Dao really couldn't hold on; the Personal Residence only recognized Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng had one foot outside the door and one foot inside, digging soil frantically.

A dozen minutes later, Li Banfeng returned carrying a bag of blood-stained soil.

"Find the next spot!"

At Qiu's Pharmacy, Luo Zhengnan and his men were prepared. Today they were going to take a gamble: take a Mourning Cultivator out of Yaowang Valley to test it out.

Qiu Zhiheng was selecting people in the pharmacy, choosing one whose cultivation wasn't too high and whose skills weren't too good, to prevent the other party from escaping on the way.

After selecting for a long time, he hadn't picked anyone, and Qiu Zhiheng started sweating.

Luo Zhengnan stepped forward to investigate the situation: "Master Qiu, what's the situation?"

"Hall Master Luo, we captured thirteen Mourning Cultivators in total. Why are there fourteen people here?"

"What are you saying, Master Qiu? With just these few people, can't you even count clearly?"

Luo Zhengnan also counted once, and after counting, he was also dumbfounded.

Was it really fourteen?

"Master Qiu, this matter is no child's play!"

"It's not child's play, there really is one extra!"

"Master Qiu, the people have been with you the whole time. Which one is extra, can't you tell?"

Qiu Zhiheng was stunned for a long time; he really couldn't tell.

He knew all fourteen of these people!

Luo Zhengnan shouted: "Bring the roster, let's check them one by one!"

Before the roster could be brought, he suddenly saw an old man reveal a trace of a smile.

Luo Zhengnan lowered his voice: "Who is this old guy?"

Qiu Zhiheng was instantly dumbfounded; he couldn't call out this person's name.

"Go!" Qiu Zhiheng instantly rushed in front of the old man and patted the old man's shoulder. The old man's veins jumped up.

His blood surged upward, and his blood vessels could burst at any moment.

But the old man was not panicked at all; instead, he praised: "What a powerful Joy Cultivator, reached the eighth layer, right?"

As the words fell, Qiu Zhiheng slipped under his feet and fell heavily to the ground.

It had hailed a few days ago, breaking a tile, and there was some accumulated water on the ground, which had fallen into the cracks of the floor tiles and wasn't visible at all. Qiu Zhiheng had stepped right on it.

How could it be such a coincidence?

The room was full of Mourning Cultivators; could it not be a coincidence?

The old man ignored Qiu Zhiheng and pushed a Mourning Cultivator. The Mourning Cultivator stumbled all the way, hit a pillar, and died instantly.

This collision was heavy; roof tiles fell, crushing two more Mourning Cultivators to death.

The old man was about to strike again when he suddenly felt a wave of numbness in his body. Looking over, Luo Zhengnan's ten fingers were sparking, and the sparks were hitting the old man.

The old man was very surprised. Cultivators like Luo Zhengnan were very rare in Puluo Continent: "What kind of sect are you from? Electricity Cultivator? Is there still this sect in Puluo Continent?"

Qiu Zhiheng struck again. The old man leaped up and broke through the roof.

Tiles fell everywhere, and the Mourning Cultivators fled in all directions.

The falling tiles landed point-down, all smashing onto the heads of the Mourning Cultivators.

It was just such a coincidence, just such a timing, just such a mourning.

Of the remaining eleven Mourning Cultivators, not one was spared; all were smashed to death by the tiles.

This was the ability of the God of Misfortune.

Qiu Zhiheng was covered in blood. Fortunately, the Zhongshan suit he was wearing was a magic treasure, which helped him bear the fatal blow.

Luo Zhengnan dodged the tiles but was drenched by the accumulated water from the roof, and instantly his whole body convulsed; he had electrocuted himself.

The old man stood on the roof, looked at the two, and said: "You delayed me for so many days. You birds should have died long ago. Wait for me a moment, I'll come to clean you up!"

The old man disappeared. Luo Zhengnan felt a change in the room.

He put on a pair of glasses, his fingers sparked, and he charged the glasses.

He saw a room full of dead souls flying out of the roof, following the old man.

Luo Zhengnan wanted to stop them, but he couldn't.

Whoever kills a Mourning Cultivator, the Mourning Cultivator's dead soul will haunt them; this is the characteristic of a Mourning Cultivator.

The matter happened too fast, and Luo Zhengnan had a look of astonishment on his face.

Qiu Zhiheng reacted: "Mourning Gate Array!"

The gloomy air permeated heavily. Even Bai Gaozi, who was not a cultivator, could perceive the abnormality in Yaowang Gou.

Thirteen Mourning Cultivators were killed; the Mourning Gate Array would bring unimaginable disaster.

Qiu Zhiheng climbed up stumbling, took out a piece of yellow paper, burned it immediately, and sent a message to Yao Lao.

The God of Misfortune would definitely go to find Yao Lao. If Yao Lao killed the God of Misfortune, perhaps there would be a turning point.

But Luo Zhengnan shook his head repeatedly; he knew more about the Mourning Gate Array: "Killing the God of Misfortune is useless. Even if the array setter dies, the Mourning Gate Array won't stop.

It's gone, Yaowang Gou is going to be gone."

Qiu Zhiheng was stunned for a long time, then rushed out of the pharmacy: "Quickly break the Mourning Gate Array!"

"How to break it?" Luo Zhengnan fell into a daze.

The Mourning Gate Array had over a hundred blood-sprinkling points; how to break it?

Li Banfeng returned to the Personal Residence covered in filth and exhausted.

He had dug up one hundred and seventy bloodstains in total, and he was so tired he couldn't straighten his waist.

The phonograph picked out the bloodstains from the mud, estimated for a while, and said: "Husband, at most dig three more spots, and the array will definitely be broken!"

"Good! Lady, give me some strength!"

Boom! Boom!

The phonograph started beating war drums, and the rumbling drum sound made Li Banfeng forget his fatigue.

Woo-ooh~

Amidst the war drum sounds, the whistle was even louder than before!

Li Banfeng walked out of the Personal Residence again.

Hong Ying couldn't quite believe it: "Did he really break the Mourning Gate Array?"

"Hey, you bitch, this is my man!" The phonograph's singing voice was very loud.

"Don't think this is your man's credit. If it weren't for this house, he couldn't have done it either!"

"I tell you, bitch, in a few more days, even without the house, he can do it. This is my man!" The phonograph's singing voice was even louder.

PS: Charge, Banfeng, kill through the Mourning Gate Array!

(End of chapter)