Chu Qing stood at the door, still smiling as he watched the roaring engine drive away.

He didn't do anything from beginning to end; instead, he turned his head and glanced at the still fuming Fang Ping, then chuckled, "Alright, is there any need to be so angry?"

Fang Ping was startled and looked at Chu Qing: "Chu Qing, this son of a bitch spoke to you like that, and you're not angry? Damn it, he thinks that little money can make me his dog? He doesn't even use that dog brain of his to think; in this day and age, what can't you do to make a living? Am I going to starve to death because I lack his paltry sum?"

Chu Qing smiled and opened the gate of the guardhouse. Fang Ping looked at his friend, feeling frustrated but helpless, and walked straight in.

Chu Qing, however, didn't follow Fang Ping. Instead, he spoke towards an unoccupied open space not far away: "Don't worry, he has something interesting on him. When there's a chance, I'll let you have a good feast."

Back inside the room, Fang Ping looked suspiciously at Chu Qing: "Worried about what? What chance? Eat what? I'm already full from being angry."

Chu Qing didn't answer but glanced at the fellow.

He had to admit, he was quite pleased with this fellow's reaction.

Although Chu Qing rarely foolishly tested human nature, for now, this guy was pretty good.

It was a pity that he died in the early stages of the ghost outbreak in the previous life.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing threw the ten thousand yuan on the table, pulled out a few bills, and looked at Fang Ping: "Fang Ping, I'll teach you a skill. Give me your ID card."

"Huh?"

Fang Ping was stunned but still complied obediently.

Then, he watched, dumbfounded, as Chu Qing, in a few swift movements, folded a bright red banknote into a small paper figure.

The paper figure had arms, legs, and a head. Fang Ping was even more stunned when Chu Qing took out a watercolor pen and drew on it.

He even felt that this folded paper figure was himself!

Because he had already seen that Chu Qing had written his birth characters on the paper figure and handed it to him: "Keep this close to you. If you encounter any danger, throw it out, or even better, burn it directly. Then just come find me."

Fang Ping took the item blankly, then glanced at the dilapidated guardhouse, which also served as a shop selling incense, paper figures, and drawings, and said in disbelief, "Good heavens, you really want to specialize in this business?"

Chu Qing ignored him and continued to pick up another banknote, looking at him: "Less nonsense, learn from me. My time is limited; I have to go out soon."

"Ah, oh, oh. But Chu Qing, can we use a different kind of paper? Isn't it too wasteful to fold paper with money?"

Fang Ping felt a bit regretful, and his eyes were a little strange. He was already thinking about whether to call a psychiatric hospital.

Chu Qing didn't even lift his head: "Don't worry too much about these things, and don't worry about what Lin Hengtian just said.

You just need to remember that what he relies on, and even he himself, aside from his identity as a 'person,' holds no meaning to me whatsoever…"

Fang Ping's talent was still quite good.

Half an hour later, under Chu Qing's direct guidance, he had already folded a decent-looking paper figure.

Chu Qing nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, get familiar with it. When you go home these next few days, don't do anything else, just fold these things. Oh, right, push An Ruoxue's WeChat to me later."

Looking at the large pile of banknote paper figures in his hand, Fang Ping finally couldn't help but say: "Qingzi, are you really okay? You've seen that woman An Ruoxue; she's not worth it."

Looking at the worried Fang Ping, Chu Qing chuckled, "Where did you get that idea? I'm just returning the money to her."

"Oh, oh, that's fine. But seriously, what's the point of folding these things? Do we want to grow big and strong, monopolizing Luo City's funeral market together?" Fang Ping squeezed the paper figure in his hand, feeling a bit annoyed.

Chu Qing thought for a moment, then put his arm around the latter's shoulder and whispered in an extremely eerie tone: "This thing can ward off ghosts. Lin Hengtian has a ghost on him, and I estimate their whole family has ghosts!"

With that, Chu Qing took the lead and walked out of the guardhouse, leaving Fang Ping alone, looking at the eerie room, then shivering.

Looking at Chu Qing's retreating back, and with the mentality of 'better safe than sorry,' he still put the paper figure into his embrace, then quickly followed him out, shouting as he ran: "Qingzi, I know a good mental hospital. Do you want me to help you contact them?"

"Get lost."

After watching Fang Ping get into a taxi and leave, Chu Qing also got into another taxi he had called to go home.

Before going to get the Grave Ghost that Ding Xie had lamented countless times, he really needed to check out the Lin family's situation.

He had ten thousand ways to kill Lin Hengtian, and also ways that wouldn't cause trouble. It was simple: make him appear on video, in surveillance, and let the Faceless Ghost kill him.

The reason he left him alive was because the Yin Energy on Lin Hengtian was even denser than what remained in the North Mountain Cemetery!

Most importantly, Chu Qing smelled a familiar scent on him.

A familiar scent that made it difficult for him, with his composure of so many years, to restrain his hand, and could only suppress the surging emotions in his heart with a smile!

It was the smell of oxidized metal.

Commonly known as: the stench of money.

An Ruoxue had nothing on her, but the smell on Lin Hengtian was extremely strong.

In the previous life, a special existence held a special item.

Regardless of what that item was, the existence that wielded it was far more famous than the Blood-Eyed Dragon Lord! In terms of strength, it was hard to say who was stronger.

However, the Blood-Eyed Dragon Lord only lorded it over Dragon Country, a truly materialized ghost-god overlord, but that item could almost be said to enjoy widespread 'fame' throughout the entire world.

And the scent on Lin Hengtian came from a treasure in the hands of that existence.

But, did this thing also originate in Luo City?

No, perhaps it was just one piece of the puzzle! Or perhaps he was mistaken?

But no matter what, he had to investigate thoroughly.

Thinking of this, a gleam of light appeared in Chu Qing's eyes. Sitting in the taxi, he directly sent a friend request to An Ruoxue.

After about ten minutes, the friend request was finally accepted.

An Ruoxue didn't send anything else, just a red heart emoji, as if everything was unsaid.