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Black Cripple flashed a brilliant smile, realizing he had tapped into the power of traffic.
He replied, "Are you coming over?"
"Can you give me a chance? Please reply in private."
Black Cripple's face instantly darkened like coal. "What kind of wolfish words are these? You must really be hungry!"
In the background, thousands of messages flooded in, mostly spam, as many people doubted he was actually Cao Juan Ren's manager.
Who is Cao Juan Ren? Also known as Gui Ren.
A genuine giant in the magical realm, ruthless in his methods.
Rather than making enemies, he would save even the coffin money, leaving nothing behind.
Not long ago, Huang Lao rose to prominence in Tongcheng, claiming to be the Jiu Tian Xuan Huang Zhen Yu Xian Zun.
With the philosophy of yin and yang harmonizing with the universe, promoting dual cultivation under the pretense of a grand name that terrified many.
Of course, insiders wouldn't be fooled by such elaborate titles. However, this old rogue's cultivation was indeed impressive; he was a master of the five realms known as Fa Jing.
The sect's master was referred to as Zhen Ren.
He had significant connections, serving a high-ranking official from the capital. So what? In the end, Huang Lao's entire faction was wiped out, and Cao Juan Ren established a prosperous era known as Jing Guan.
It was rumored that his prized possession, referred to as Yun Yu, and the head of Huang Lao, was placed at the very top of Jing Guan.
The name of Cao Juan Ren was never built on mere traffic or rumors; it was earned step by step through his formidable reputation.
However, among all the comments, one stood out—by a feng shui enthusiast named Hu Xin.
This person used their real name instead of an online alias. Generally, such individuals either possessed some skills or wealth; otherwise, they wouldn't do this.
He inquired about knowledge related to feng shui.
Black Cripple naturally knew nothing about feng shui knowledge, but Zuo Ci was different—he had insights into it.
Black Cripple directly asked whether he was there for business or to discuss feng shui.
The other party briefly explained the matter he had been entrusted with. It involved a wealthy Benefactor who was in the real estate business. A few days ago, the Benefactor called him, informing him that an elderly family member had passed away and requested his assistance in selecting a Feng Shui Treasure Land for burial.
At that time, he was on a business trip in another province, handling Feng Shui matters for a client, so he declined the request. Subsequently, the Benefactor sought out a somewhat well-known Feng Shui Master from Tongcheng to select a burial site for his Father-in-law. This Feng Shui Master was quite skilled and chose an excellent location—a True Dragon Burial Site of high quality. If the ancestor were buried there, the descendants would experience a surge in fortune akin to the Huang Long soaring into the sky, and within three generations, an Official Title would surely emerge.
For the Feng Shui Master, this was comparable to winning the title of Top Scholar in ancient times. If he could identify such a treasure site, his reputation among peers would soar. The Benefactor paid a handsome fee, initially believing it to be a good deal, but things took a turn for the worse.
They selected Huang Jiri and after several days of burning incense and praying to Shang Cang, offering Joss Paper to the Four Directions Ghosts, everything seemed to go smoothly. However, during the burial ceremony, something unusual occurred. As soon as the coffin was placed into the treasure site, the Feng Shui Master clutched his chest and cried out in pain, exclaiming that while he had avoided Shatter Master Time, he could not escape the Killing Ground, and then he died on the spot.
"Sha Shidi? Black Cripple furrowed his brow. What on earth is that? After chatting for a while, it seemed clear that this guy was just talking nonsense. He subtly indicated that if you truly are a Ghost Broker, you could bring him over tomorrow for a look. If you have a way to resolve this issue, money is no object; if not, he would still provide fifty thousand as travel expenses.
Fifty thousand? Instantly, Black Cripple's eyes lit up with excitement. He readily agreed. The next step was to have Cao Juan Ren come out to mediate the situation.
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