Chapter 611: It

"Whoa! So many beauties—are they here to shoot a movie?"

"Who did I see?! Han Xiang, the great beauty Han!"

"It's her. Look, Song Jiaren is by her side, so it must be!"

"Huh! Where's the camera?"

"Are they really visiting the graves?"

Near the graves where relatives are being honored, a large crowd of beauties gathered in front of Lin Xiangdong and Liang Shiyun's tombs, whispering to each other.

Someone lifted a phone, intending to record the scene.

But the moment the phone was raised, it was blocked by black‑suited men.

The black‑suited men warned the onlookers not to film casually, lest trouble arise.

Lin Feng's tribute this time was grand, yet it did not disturb anyone.

But if anyone dared to film recklessly, they would be sorry.

First a warning, otherwise they'd start smashing things.

Of course, no one would try to be clever in front of these fierce, black‑suited men.

Their mere presence makes many people tremble.

Soon, a great fire ignited in front of the tombs of the elderly couple Lin Xiangdong and Liang Shiyun.

A truckload of paper money—once lit, it cannot be dealt with quickly.

The cemetery management sent a dozen people to watch the fire.

Burning paper is normally prohibited here, but an exception was made because of Lin Feng.

The solemn atmosphere before the couple's tomb was soon spoiled by the burning paper.

Paper money burst into flames and fell onto people, startling Tang Mi into a scream.

Everyone quickly stepped back several meters, twisting piles of paper money and tossing them inside.

Moments later, the entire tomb was surrounded by burning paper money.

The mound turned into a bonfire.

Lin Xiangdong, Liang Shiyun, and Aunt Wang stood nearby, watching through a Telescope.

Lin Xiangdong chuckled, "Honey, if we were really buried here, it would be a roasted chicken by now, wouldn't it?"

Liang Shiyun shot Lin Xiangdong a glance, "What are you saying! Can't you see how filial our son is?"

"Yes, yes!"

Lin Xiangdong nodded, "What a waste that we can't collect this money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black‑suited man approached, stared at the three, and said, "What are you looking at? Are you filming illegally? Hand over the phones on you…"

The three had come to peek at their own graves for fun, only to be scolded by the bodyguards Biao Biao brought with Zhao Xiaoyang.

Finally a female bodyguard was summoned to search Liang Shiyun and Aunt Wang.

Finding no illicit filming, they released the three.

The three were not angry; Lin Xiangdong even praised Zhao Xiaoyang for training his subordinates so well.

Aunt Wang laughed, "That kid is now the head of the Society People."

Lin Xiangdong shook his head, "Society People? He runs a bodyguard company, a legitimate profession."

10:30 am.

A whole truck of paper money finally burned out.

Then, one by one, they said goodbye to Lin Feng and left.

Lin Feng nodded expressionlessly, emitting a "hm hm" sound.

Watching the departing glances, Lin Feng knew the days ahead would be hard.

Not giving each person tens of billions, they might not get past the hurdle.

It's not about cold yuan, nor dollars, nor… yes!

As expected, it was Lao Liu who set the trap.

It can't even be called a trap; it's a happy trouble.

After everyone left, Zhao Xiaoyang withdrew most of the personnel.

The people sent here were mainly to protect the sisters‑in‑law.

Finally Lin Feng lifted the incense, paper money, and other tributes he had taken from his parents' pockets, and went to see Brother Tudou.

After walking for over ten minutes, he arrived at Yang Yu's tomb.

He lit incense, sprinkled Alcohol.

Then bowed three times.

He lit more paper money.

Lin Feng clasped his hands and muttered under his breath.

He felt a bit guilty because of Zheng Enhui.

"Brother Tudou, while you were alive I never undermined you, never put a hat on you…" Lin Feng whispered an oath.

At that moment, an old Daoist approached.

Seeing Lin Feng and Yang Caiwei, the old Daoist looked surprised.

Of course, the old Daoist was the long‑unseen Daoist Master Kong Ming.

"Boss Yang, you're here too? Amitabha—oh no, Infinite Celestial Venerable!"

Daoist Master Kong Ming said nervously.

Kong Ming, the old Daoist, said somewhat nervously.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "So it's Daoist Kong Ming, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

"Good, very good!"

Kong Ming laughed and said.

He was certainly doing great, because he had money.

Since the last time Lin Feng summoned him to Han Guo, he now has a net worth of several hundred million.

He doesn't need to do anything; just sitting at home living off the interest is enough.

So he went and found a few young mistresses for his disciples.

"Are you here to pay respects to Old Yang?" Lin Feng asked.

Daoist Kong Ming nodded and said, "Yes! Last night I dreamed, and I even dreamed of Boss Yang; I'm telling the truth."

"Daoist, is my father still okay?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Caiwei asked with a tense expression.

Daoist Kong Ming shook his head and said, "Boss Yang is not doing well down there! He told me that in life he did some wrongdoings, and as soon as he arrived he got beaten."

"Who dares to hit my father?"

Yang Caiwei asked.

Daoist Kong Ming said, "Those soldiers from decades ago, who defended the home and country..."

Yang Caiwei froze, then said, "Uh! Then he deserved it."

Daoist Kong Ming added, "Boss Yang also said he was deep-fried in oil eighty-one times, suffered four hundred and ninety-nine days of torture, and was finally released."

"My father has only been dead for a few months, right?"

"Uh! The time down there is not the same as up here."

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Yang Caiwei nodded.

Kong Ming got to the point, "Boss Yang has gone a month without food, his clothes don't cover his body, and he can't fill his stomach..."

Lin Feng looked at Kong Ming with some doubt.

It's obvious that Kong Ming is mostly spouting nonsense.

His purpose is surely to find an excuse to meet me.

Yang Caiwei decided to ask Kong Ming to perform a ritual; after Kong Ming agreed, Lin Feng called him aside.

"Daoist, do you have something to discuss with me?"

Lin Feng asked.

Kong Ming furrowed his brows and said, "Boss Lin, I've come this time to tell you something."

"What is it?"

Lin Feng asked.

Kong Ming calculated on his fingers and said, "I've figured it out several times; I think Boss Lin's parents shouldn't have died early. If there's a change, it must be someone meddling..."

Lin Feng didn't believe it at all.

Kong Ming then pointed to the distant grave still smoking and said, "I know how to read grave sites, as you know; that land is one that cuts off descendants."

Lin Feng startled, "You mean my parents are still alive!"

Kong Ming nodded, "I calculated it; of course, if there's any change, it's because my skills are lacking."

After saying that, Kong Ming uttered "Wuliang Tianzun," turned around, and prepared to leave.

Lin Feng grabbed Kong Ming and asked, "Daoist, have you ever seen a ghost?"

Kong Ming was first startled, then gave a bitter smile and said, "Boss Lin, I wouldn't dare!"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, "If you don't dare, then there must be a way, right?"

Lin Feng had looked over that little booklet Kong Ming gave him.

In those sinister techniques, many are specifically used to deal with yin spirits.

This world has ghosts; Lin Feng firmly believes this.

Otherwise, where would he have come from?

"It'll scare people to death!"

Seeing Lin Feng's determined look, Kong Ming almost cried.

Lin Feng raised a finger, "Ten million; if you can satisfy my curiosity, I'll give you ten million!"

Kong Ming laughed, "Amitabha~Deal!"

"You drank the wrong thing!"

"No mistake! That's how it is when collecting money."