Chapter 80

The next day, before dawn, Zhang Fan was awakened by a burst of noise.

Originally, his sleep had not been very good lately, and the time he could fall asleep was getting less and less. Fortunately, there were the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong, which could barely allow him to sleep for three or four hours.

"Early in the morning... what is this for?"

Zhang Fan was bleary-eyed. He went downstairs, and just as he reached the entrance of the residential area, he saw a crowd of people gathered at the alley entrance nearby.

"What's wrong? Auntie?"

"What are you yelling about, young man? I'm only fifty-eight this year, who is your auntie?"

"..."

"It thundered last night and collapsed the alley... it seems like two people were crushed..."

"Oh my god, were those two people just now?"

"They've become dough twists..."

In a moment's time, the surrounding grandpas and grandmas gathered around, one word after another, and in an instant, the two of them were already ruined.

After all, people who get struck by lightning in the middle of the night don't look like good people no matter how you look at them.

"In this day and age, why does thunder only strike people?"

Zhang Fan whispered softly, and just as he turned around, he bumped into Liu Fusheng.

"Uncle Liu, morning."

"Morning..." Liu Fusheng yawned.

"Has my dad contacted you?" Zhang Fan asked.

For the past two days, he had been unable to contact Zhang Lingzong. He called the construction site, but they said the construction site had been shut down for almost half a month. After all, the houses couldn't be sold, the final payment couldn't be settled, and dragging it out was just dragging it out.

"He had something urgent to do, it seems he went to Shangjing City, told you not to worry." Liu Fusheng said casually.

"Shangjing? Why did he go to Shangjing? And why can't his phone be reached?" Zhang Fan revealed a look of suspicion.

"He lost his phone... once he gets a replacement, he will contact you."

"Lost it!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow and remained silent.

"Fanfan, you haven't had breakfast yet, come, accompany Uncle for a bit, freshly baked big meat buns, still hot."

Liu Fusheng carried a kraft paper bag and two cups of soy milk, slowly walking toward the security room.

"Uncle, what did my dad do before?"

Zhang Fan followed and asked casually.

Liu Fusheng's movements paused slightly, then he said: "Why are you asking this?"

"Curiosity... you also know, when I was twelve... I couldn't remember some things."

"He used to... he did everything... what he did the most..."

"Collecting corpses for people."

Liu Fusheng's words were shocking.

"What?" Zhang Fan was stunned: "My dad worked at a funeral home? That would count as being in the establishment, right..."

Nowadays, wanting to get a job at a funeral home requires taking an exam to get in. Although it's not very decent, the salary is very high.

"Funeral home... hmm... that counts, I suppose." Liu Fusheng nodded and said.

"Why did he stop doing it later?" Zhang Fan pursued.

Although this job didn't sound very auspicious, it was much easier than selling manual labor at a construction site. Zhang Lingzong was not young anymore, and Zhang Fan had long advised him not to go to the construction site once he graduated.

"Collected so many corpses... if it were you, you would want to vomit too..." Liu Fusheng shook his head and said.

"Sinful."

"Sinful? Isn't this accumulating virtue?"

"Uh... yes, yes, yes, accumulating virtue... a great good deed of doing good and accumulating virtue."

Liu Fusheng grinned, stuffed a big meat bun into his mouth, and took a bite, meat juice overflowing.

... Nine o'clock in the morning, Taoyuan Plaza.

Zhang Fan was waiting for the elevator. His peripheral vision swept over, and his eyes lit up. Jiang Lai happened to walk over, still with shoulder-length short hair, fresh and lovely.

"Jiang Lai, your body is alright now, right?"

Zhang Fan greeted her and showed concern.

"You haven't slept well lately?" Jiang Lai looked at Zhang Fan and suddenly said.

"Do I have dark circles? Is it that obvious?" Zhang Fan subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"If you can't sleep, you can take medicine." Jiang Lai turned her head and stared at the elevator. Just at this moment, the door opened.

The two walked in. At this time, there were only Zhang Fan and Jiang Lai in the elevator.

"Jiang Lai, have we met somewhere before? I mean before Zhenwu Mountain..." Zhang Fan stared at Jiang Lai and asked.

"We have."

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Jiang Lai's answer made Zhang Fan's eyelids jump slightly.

"Where!?" Zhang Fan hurriedly asked.

"You said you wanted me to wait for you to come back." Jiang Lai turned around, her ethereal gaze without a ripple, falling on Zhang Fan.

"Ah? Didn't I come back?" Zhang Fan said with a strange expression.

Jiang Lai turned her head away and remained silent.

Just at this moment, the elevator stopped at the seventeenth floor. The door opened, and she walked straight out.

"Jiang Lai... Jiang Lai... no, make it clear, where have we met?"

Zhang Fan hurriedly chased after her, but Jiang Lai did not say another word.

After entering the company gate, Zhang Fan stared at Jiang Lai with a strange expression, but did not ask again.

"What's wrong? You didn't sleep well?"

Jiang Hu sat on the swivel chair and leaned over.

"..."

"By the way, the document you wanted, I have prepared it for you."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu placed a stack of documents on Zhang Fan's desk.

"So many?"

"Nonsense, do you know how big Yujing City is? Among the thirteen cities in Jiangnan Province, it occupies the dragon's head, and there are countless hidden cultivation experts and families..." Jiang Hu whispered.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yujing City basically gathers most of the cultivators in Jiangnan Province, among whom there are many individuals, while families with a heritage of more than three generations are few and far between.

For example, the He family, who practiced spirit-inviting, is not even considered mainstream among the cultivation families in Yujing City.

As for the Shen family, they came from the Talisman Sect and originally had quite a friendship with major sects like Maoshan, counting as second or third-rate. It is precisely because of this that this time, with such a big thing as the 【Xuanjian Baolu】, the Shen family did not suffer the same fate as the He family, with everyone involved.

"The Xiong family of the Yinshan Sect!?"

Zhang Fan noticed that among the many cultivation families in Yujing City, the Xiong family of the Yinshan Sect was an undisputed first-rate family.

"The Yinshan Sect is an extremely mysterious sect among the thousands of Daoist sects. There are about three branches that have spread to Yujing City, among which the Xiong family is the main one and has the greatest power. Besides that, there are the Gu family and the Ming family, who are also Yinshan Sect and are affiliated with the Xiong family." Jiang Hu introduced.

"Hmm? This Ming Chengjun... is also of the Yinshan Sect?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan saw a name on the document. He did not belong to any family and was classified under the hidden cultivation column.

"I heard this old man came from the Ming family of the Yinshan Sect, left the family in his early years, set up a stall in Yujing City, and made a living by practicing medicine..."

"To outsiders, this is just a retired old Chinese medicine doctor... but people in the circle call him the Yinshan Ghost Doctor." Jiang Hu said casually.

This person did not have much fame in Yujing City, and his cultivation seemed to be not mainstream, plain and unremarkable. If it weren't for his background in the Ming family of the Yinshan Sect, people wouldn't even notice him.

"No. 368 Guai Zi Alley, Chengnan District!!?" Zhang Fan looked at the address above and revealed a strange expression.

"When I was a child... I seem to have been to this place!?"

(End of chapter)