The suddenly appearing young man’s voice interrupted Fang Ji’s pestering.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, blinking blankly and slowly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him. His brain, which had just fainted from crying, took a second or two to remember: oh, this is the young master of the Cheng family who has the highest chance of becoming the heir.

Fang Ji swore that it taking him two seconds to remember the other party was definitely not his fault.

It was just that this young master’s presence was too low. Although his name felt very familiar, and it seemed he could be seen at every important gathering, over so many years, the other party seemed to have never shown any trait that would make people remember him.

Even though this young master’s business abilities and performance in various aspects were quite strong, and his hardware conditions were also ranked very high, he was just inexplicably difficult to remember.

In the moment he was dazed, the arm he had been holding onto suddenly and skillfully slipped out.

Fang Ji turned his head in surprise and immediately let out an “ai,” stretching out his hand to grab the spirit channeler again.

But the spirit channeler pulled his hand away and then took a big step back, just barely dodging his fingertips. After avoiding his grab, he grabbed his wrist with a backhand grip.

“That’s enough, young master.”

The spirit channeler held his wrist and said to him peacefully, “I’m not your brother. If you need anything in the future, just have Fang Lian tell me.”

The light in Fang Ji’s eyes dimmed once again.

He lowered his head dejectedly, his eyes red, as if he could start crying again at any moment.

Fang Ji asked dejectedly, “Is it really not possible? If… if after a while, my brother is reincarnated, what then? Can I still channel him?”

Lin Chen: “…”

The spirit channeler said, “Then go to his grave and tell him to be reincarnated a little later.”

Fang Ji looked up in pleasant surprise. “Will being reincarnated later have any effect on my brother? Can my brother hear everything I say at his grave? If I dance for my brother at his grave, can he see it?”

The spirit channeler let out a long sigh, opened his handbag, and took out the jade sphere wrapped in white cloth.

The spirit channeler said, “How about this. This is the channeling sphere I’m currently using. It has been blessed by my magic and can serve as a good intermediary between the worlds of yin and yang.”

“You can spend a million to buy this sphere. Afterward, I will teach you a simple magical formula. In the future, when you go to your brother’s grave to talk to him, bring it with you. That way, whatever you say and do at the grave can be transmitted to your brother.”

Fang Ji didn’t even need to think. He immediately reached for his phone on his body.

But he had rushed out in too much of a hurry, and his phone was not on him. He said “wait a moment” to Lin Chen, then turned and ran back to the lounge in a hurry.

System: “…”

The system was bewildered and shocked. “He believes all this!”

Lin Chen asked, “A sphere with a real transmission effect, why wouldn’t he believe it?”

The system was skeptical. “Real transmission effect?”

Lin Chen said, “When I teach him the ritual later, you remember it too. In the future, whenever you observe this ritual, move the camera to the channeling sphere, record what he says and does at the grave, create a new folder next to the original novel to store it, summarize the content, then remind me to watch it. Delete it after watching to save space.”

System: “?”

Lin Chen said, “I’ll give you a bonus of one hundred thousand for this project. Tell me what you want to buy.”

The system subconsciously became happy. “Wow! It’s a bonus! A whole hundred thousand! This is the first time you’ve given me a bonus, Host!!”

The system then became puzzled. “But Host, why do I only get ten percent of the one million profit? Isn’t the entire work of monitoring, recording, and summarizing done by me?”

Lin Chen smiled. “During the entire project, besides the basic system power consumption, there are many other operating costs. Aren’t all these costs borne by me?”

The system hesitated. “Host, you… you seem to be right…”

Cheng Huanzhen had been waiting on the side for a long time without a reply.

Finally, when the entanglement of the two figures in front of him temporarily stopped and the young master of the Fang family went into the room to get his phone, he asked again, “Hello, may I ask if you have seen a young man with a low ponytail who has just come of age pass by here?”

The figure of the young man in the wide robe finally turned around.

This seemed to be a person with very delicate features. His forehead was smooth, his eyes deep, but because he was wearing a mask, Cheng Huanzhen could not see his full face.

…Very beautiful eyes.

Just like little uncle.

This first impression simply appeared in Cheng Huanzhen’s mind.

But he’s just a metaphysics “master.”

Useless, not useful.

No need to socialize.

No need to know.

The wide-robed youth opened his mouth, his voice unfamiliar, and said, “I haven’t seen him. No one else has been here.”

Cheng Huanzhen was a little disappointed.

Cheng Huanzhen nodded slightly. “Okay, thank you. I’ll go look elsewhere then.”

The wide-robed youth said, “You’re welcome.”

He raised his hand and pinched his fingers, saying calmly, “Just go straight to the entrance of the funeral home and wait. The person you want to see will appear before you soon.”

Cheng Huanzhen: “Okay.”

He looked at the wide-robed youth’s finger-pinching gesture and thought with some hesitation: Is he helping me calculate my little uncle’s location? Do I need to pay?

No experience.

Will the other party bring it up with him?

Just then, Fang Ji ran out of the lounge.

He was still not wearing shoes, just holding his phone as he came out in a rush.

Cheng Huanzhen heard this young master of the Fang family pleading pitifully with the wide-robed youth, “Master, can you just give me a contact method, please? Otherwise, what if I run into any problems while transmitting messages to my brother? Who should I go to? Would it be useful to find other Taoist priests or monks in a temple?”

The wide-robed youth turned back helplessly. “You won’t find Taoist priests in a temple. And I’m not a Taoist priest, nor a monk. I have my own school. Don’t go looking for them, it’s useless… Forget it, just add me. But let’s be clear first, I’m usually very busy. Don’t come looking for me if there’s nothing…”

A metaphysics master.

So strange.

Fang Lian’s younger brother actually believes in this.

Cheng Huanzhen thought with confusion.

Little uncle is not here, and no one has seen him.

Seeing the two of them pulling and tugging at each other again, and that they probably wouldn’t remember him for a while, he simply didn’t stay any longer and turned to leave.

He had searched the entire funeral home.

Where should he look next?

Cheng Huanzhen thought for a moment.

Let’s go wait at the entrance of the funeral home.

He walked all the way towards the entrance of the funeral home. Just as he was passing a certain corner, a voice suddenly came from the side, asking him, “Still looking for your little uncle? Haven’t you found him yet?”

He turned his head to look. It was the young master of the Li family, Li Yunhui.

When he had passed by here just now, he had seen Li Yunhui and He Wenyan sitting here talking about something.

Passing by again, he saw them again.

“Yes.” He asked again, “Have you seen my little uncle just now?”

He Wenyan on the side said, “I haven’t. Is his phone not being answered?”

Cheng Huanzhen replied with distress, “Yes, little uncle has been angry with me for the past two days and won’t answer my calls.”

Li Yunhui suggested, “Why don’t you have your dad or your family driver help make a call to contact him.”

Cheng Huanzhen thought that made sense, thanked them, and continued to walk forward.

Li Yunhui watched Cheng Huanzhen’s back until he disappeared, then came back to his senses and looked at He Wenyan, continuing the previous topic.

Li Yunhui said, “You’re right, but I still feel that there’s something fishy about Xiao Ji’s brother’s death. You know what my family does. Heart disease, cerebral infarction, car accidents… aren’t these all things that can be easily faked by human hands?”

He Wenyan sighed. “Please, a little more sincerity, a little less suspicion. Teacher Cheng Yu’s funeral isn’t even over yet… If you’re really that bored, then come to my company and find a job.”

He Wenyan looked at the time, not planning to delve further into this topic. He picked up his bag, said “I’m busy this afternoon, see you later,” and was about to turn and leave.

However, Li Yunhui let out an “ai” and strode forward to block his path.

Li Yunhui was very dissatisfied. “Look at what you’re saying, as if I’m discussing this with you because I’m too bored.”

He Wenyan was skeptical. “Aren’t you?”

Li Yunhui argued, “I clearly just want to help a brother out of his troubles! Look at how long Fang Ji has been breaking down over this matter these past few days. I was just thinking…”

He Wenyan sneered. “Who helps someone out of their troubles by turning a death from a heart attack into an unnatural death? Besides, let’s not even talk about the fact that the Fang family had Teacher Cheng Yu cremated the next day. Back then…”

Back when Qi Wendong passed away, wasn’t he also cremated the next day?

He Wenyan’s words caught in his throat for a moment.

Thinking of Qi Wendong made him feel a little melancholic. The world is unpredictable. Who would have thought that he would attend the funerals of two friends in succession last winter and this winter?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but think of the “ghostly encounter” feeling that Teacher Cheng Yu had given him, which was almost similar to Qi Wendong’s.

… “The Mark of the Grim Reaper”? Whoever the Grim Reaper marks, dies?

No, no, no, life and death are serious matters. Thinking of a movie is really inappropriate. But…

Oh no. He had also seen this “ghostly encounter” feeling on Lin Chen.

Could he be the next one marked by the Grim Reaper?

He Wenyan: …

Li Yunhui was annoyed. “Back then what? Just finish what you were saying! If you keep people hanging like this, be careful an assassin comes to your room tomorrow!”

He slapped He Wenyan hard on the back.

He Wenyan was snapped back to reality by this slap.

He Wenyan rolled his eyes. “When old Mr. Lin from the Lin family passed away four years ago, wasn’t he also cremated the next day? They even buried him directly back then!”

“Besides, what kind of person could Teacher Cheng Yu’s personality offend? And those big and small members of the Fang family don’t look like the type to resort to such dark means for inheritance. Compared to this, your dad is about to cut you off, right? If you have time to think about this, you might as well come to my company to work and earn some money earlier!”

…

After finally appeasing Fang Ji, Lin Chen, carrying his handbag, hurried through the funeral home, turning left and right, and arrived at a remote room that was difficult for others to reach.

Fang Lian had arrived here a little earlier than him and had been waiting for him for a long time.

Lin Chen put down his handbag, took off his mask and crown, and took out a handful of miniature speakers from his pocket, handing them to Fang Lian with a solemn instruction, “Destroy them in time. Don’t let them last overnight. It’s best not to let them pass through others’ hands.”

Fang Lian took the props with a sigh and let out a long sigh. “Is Xiao Ji too easy to trust?”

Lin Chen comforted him, “He chose to believe.”

After speaking, he chased Fang Lian out of the room, changed back into Cheng Yiming’s clothes and appearance, and left the place openly.

…

Cheng Huanzhen sat at the main entrance of the funeral home, staring at every person who came out with a serious and slightly melancholic expression.

Not little uncle.

Not little uncle.

Also not little uncle.

…Didn’t he say I would see him soon?

Cheng Huanzhen touched the apology gift in his pocket and pondered melancholically.

Suddenly, a very, very faint scent of tuberose perfume wafted into his nose. Straight and long black hair fell over his shoulder.

Cheng Huanzhen looked up in a daze. His little uncle’s eyes were wide open, looking down at him from behind.

His little uncle was puzzled. “Big nephew, the memorial service has been over for so long. What are you doing sitting here in a daze?”