I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"No matter what the future holds, we must live in the present." After a long while, Kuang Tianyou let out a soft breath, opened the car door and said, "I'm leaving now, see you again if fate allows."

"Don't you need me to give you a ride?" Qin Yao pointed to the steering wheel.

"No need, my legs are probably faster." Kuang Tianyou smiled and shook his head, then resolutely left.

"Ah Yao, he's completely under your control now, isn't he?"

After watching Kuang Tianyou's figure disappear, Ma Xiaoling suddenly pointed at Aken and asked Qin Yao.

Qin Yao nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

“One million US dollars,” Ma Xiaoling said. “We can’t do the work without getting paid. Otherwise, wouldn’t this trip have been for nothing?”

Qin Yao chuckled: "Why are you so greedy?"

"Is that not allowed?" Ma Xiaoling raised her head, looking arrogant.

"Okay," Qin Yao replied, then turned to Aken and asked, "Is the money ready?"

Arken immediately reached into his pocket and silently took out a check.

"Shh."

Ma Xiaoling, quick as a flash, shoved the check into her hand: "After I exchange it for Hong Kong dollars, I'll give you two your share."

"Not in a hurry."

Qin Yao didn't care about money at all. He waved his hand and then instructed Aken, "Take us back to the hot spring hotel."

"What should we do next?" the kimono-clad ghost suddenly asked after the car restarted.

Without hesitation, Qin Yao said, "Let's leave Aken as bait and see if Yamamoto Kazuo will contact him. If they do, I can find him anytime."

"But what if Yamamoto Kazuo doesn't take the bait?" the kimono-clad female ghost said with a worried expression.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate," Qin Yao said calmly.

He knew without asking that, with Luo Hou's intervention, if he tried to find out Yamamoto Kazuo's location through the system, the price would definitely far exceed his expectations.

In this situation, the best solution would undoubtedly be to constantly change "fate" in order to gain the opportunity to eliminate Yamamoto Kazuo in advance.

It's like a cat catching a mouse. Once he catches it, Yamamoto Kazuo, this black mouse full of evil, will surely die!
That night.

Hot spring hotel.

Ma Xiaoling lay on the bed, clutching her blanket. In a hazy dream, her soul and will drifted to a grassland. A cold wind swept by, and she suddenly awoke to find her aunt, with round cheeks and short hair, sitting cross-legged on a cloud, looking at her with a serious expression.

"What's wrong, Auntie?"

"Those two people are dangerous. I advise you to stay away from them!"

Ma Xiaoling paused slightly: "You mean Qin Yao and Uncle Jiu?"

Madana nodded: "Whether in terms of strength or foundation, even if the Southern Mao and Northern Ma were combined, they couldn't compare to the two of them."

Such a powerful person is like a fierce dragon crossing the river, stirring up bloodshed wherever he goes.

So if you don't keep your distance, you'll definitely get caught up in it.

Ma Xiaoling's eyes lit up slightly: "Doesn't this also mean a huge opportunity? As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. If I can ride the dragon across the river, perhaps I can ascend to immortality?"

Madonna's lips twitched: "I think you're overestimating yourself..."

“Aunt, it’s not that I overestimate you, but that I’m unwilling to be ordinary,” Ma Xiaoling said from the bottom of her heart.

"Ugh……"

Madana sighed, "Women of the Ma family are just so stubborn. You are like that, and so was I back then."

"Back then..." Ma Xiaoling's heart stirred slightly, and she asked, "Aunt, could you tell me about what happened back then?"

“We’ll talk about those things later.” Madana waved her hand, her face becoming solemn again. “As for now, your great-aunt must remind you that no woman in the Ma family can shed a single tear for a man, not even one. Otherwise, all the magic power in her body will disappear.”

Ma Xiaoling was taken aback: "Why?"

"Don't ask why, just remember this." Madonna didn't want to say anything more, and her body disappeared in an instant.

Just as Ma Xiaoling was about to ask more questions, she suddenly sat up in bed. The grassland scene was nowhere to be seen; all that remained was the room illuminated by the bedside lamp…

A week later.

Yamamoto Kazuo never contacted Aken, but Ma Xiaoling received a call for help from her best friend Zhenzhen while she was at the ski resort.

During the phone call, the other party claimed that a bizarre murder had occurred in the mother's Jiajia Building, which was not the work of an ordinary person, and hoped that she could come and see for herself as soon as possible.

Given their close relationship, Ma Xiaoling readily agreed. Immediately after hanging up the phone, she pole-vaulted towards the two skiers who were speeding across the slopes, shouting, "Qin Yao, Uncle Jiu, I have to go back to Hong Kong!"

The master and apprentice, who were slowly moving forward, immediately stopped their skateboards and looked at the girl rushing towards them.

"What happened?" Qin Yao asked immediately when Ma Xiaoling suddenly stopped her pole vaulting in front of them.

“My best friend’s mother owns a building, and now there’s a problem with it, so I have to go back and take a look,” Ma Xiaoling said succinctly.

Qin Yao's eyes flashed, and he immediately thought of an opportunity to break the normal operation of "fate": "We'll go with you."

Ma Xiaoling said with a smile, "I can manage on my own..."

Qin Yao waved his hand: "It's not that I'm worried you can't handle it, but rather that we prefer dealing with paranormal events to eating, drinking, and having fun."

Ma Xiaoling nodded, then suddenly changed the subject: "What about Chuxue? Although she's not a bound spirit and can't leave the hot spring hotel, we can't just take her to Hong Kong Island for our own private matters, can we?"

Qin Yao pondered, "We can send her to her father first, and I'll leave her a talisman so she can live with the living."

Ma Xiaoling hesitated: "What if Yamamoto Kazuo finds her after we leave?"

Qin Yao laughed and said, "That's perfect, I have a way to appear by Chu Xue's side at any time."

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

Does this mean you can cross from Hong Kong Island to Japan at any time?
Can humans really do that?!

half an hour.

Guided by the female ghost Chu Chun, Qin Yao, Uncle Jiu, and Ma Xiaoling arrived at a Tulou in the countryside, where they saw an old man with silver hair kneeling in front of a zombie shrine, constantly bowing.

"Dad~" First Snow shouted loudly in Japanese.

The silver-haired old man's body suddenly stiffened, and he murmured, "Is my time coming? I'm even hallucinating..."

"It's not a hallucination, Dad, I'm back." Chu Xue flew up behind him, her face full of emotion.

The silver-haired old man hurriedly turned around and looked at his daughter, who was exactly the same as he remembered. Tears welled up in his eyes: "First Snow, my First Snow."

"Daddy!" Chu Xue jumped into his arms without touching the ground and burst into tears.

"Why are you here? Are you here to take me to the underworld?" the silver-haired old man asked. Chu Xue shook her head repeatedly: "No, I was saved by a master and can now live in the world as a soul."

"Expert?"

The silver-haired old man then looked up at Qin Yao and the others, then released Chu Xue, knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you so much for saving my daughter..."

"No need to thank me, it was just a small favor." Qin Yao raised his hand, and a burst of immortal energy immediately lifted the old man from afar, making the old man even more reverent as a god.

"Please come inside, esteemed guests, and I will brew some tea to entertain you..."

“No need, we need to get back to Hong Kong Island immediately,” Ma Xiaoling said. “But before we leave, I have a question that I hope you can answer for me.”

The silver-haired old man hurriedly said, "Please speak, I will answer everything I know."

Ma Xiaoling pointed to the zombie shrine, her face full of doubt: "I've seen people worship all sorts of gods and Buddhas, but I've never seen anyone worship a zombie. Old man, why would you worship a zombie?"

The silver-haired old man paused slightly, then smiled bitterly and said, "I worship it because I'm afraid of it. The fear that keeps rising from the bottom of my heart can only be calmed after I worship it."

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

Can't understand.

It feels more like a psychological problem.

Qin Yao knew this was the Japanese spirit, just like how the Japanese treated the United States: "Xiaoling, let's go..."

Ma Xiaoling let out a soft breath and waved to Chu Xue, saying, "We're leaving. Don't forget what Qin Yao told you to do."

Chu Xue nodded heavily: "I won't forget. If you encounter danger, just shout Qin Yao's name..."

The next morning.

Ma Xiaoling led her master and apprentice to an old and weathered building. Upon closer inspection, they saw that large areas of the paint on the walls had peeled off, and mottled marks were visible everywhere. It was completely out of place compared to the modern, towering, and innovative buildings around it.

After passing through a narrow stairwell that could only allow two people to walk side by side, Ma Xiaoling arrived at a closed iron door. She raised her hand and knocked. As the door opened, a woman with long, flowing hair, wearing glasses, and exuding an intellectual and gentle aura suddenly came into view...

"Zhenzhen~"

"You've finally arrived." Wang Zhenzhen let out a soft breath, then looked at the two people standing behind her: "Who are they?"

"They are my partners in Linglingtang Cleaning Company, and they are all very powerful high-level sorcerers," Ma Xiaoling introduced with a smile.

"My apologies, my apologies, please come in." Wang Zhenzhen said, stepping aside to open the door.

The three of them then entered the spacious apartment, which had a shabby exterior but a luxurious interior. After being invited to sit on the sofa, Ma Xiaoling asked, "Where is Auntie?"

"She went to play cards." Wang Zhenzhen said helplessly, "Even now, she still can't break her habit of playing cards."

Ma Xiaoling smiled and comforted her, "This shows that Auntie has a good attitude..."

Wang Zhenzhen sighed, not wanting to criticize her mother in front of outsiders: "Let's not talk about this anymore, what would you like to drink?"

"We won't drink anymore," Qin Yao waved his hand.

"Don't bother with that," Ma Xiaoling said quietly, holding her best friend's hand. "Tell us the details first."

Wang Zhenzhen nodded: "The deceased was named Xiaoqian. It seems she was bitten to death by something, but the forensic doctor couldn't determine what it was. And ever since she died, the building has been haunted, and it hasn't stopped yet."

Ma Xiaoling took out a makeup mirror compass from her coat pocket, channeled her magic into it, and looked at the constantly spinning needle, saying, "There is definitely something fishy going on."

Qin Yao continued, "Not only are there ghosts, but also living corpses."

"A living corpse?" Wang Zhenzhen asked curiously, "What's that?"

"Simply put, it means the body is dead, but the soul is imprisoned within by some force, unable to escape, and can only watch its body slowly decay," Qin Yao replied.

Wang Zhenzhen gasped: "Wouldn't that be terrifying?"

Qin Yao laughed and said, "It's terrifying for ordinary people, but for skilled mages, these living corpses are actually quite easy to deal with."

Seeing his confident and composed demeanor, Wang Zhenzhen felt much more at ease: "So, Xiaoqian's death is most likely related to this living corpse?"

"clever."

Qin Yao praised her, then said, "Judging from the current situation, it is likely that the zombie committed the crime and killed Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian is lingering here because of her lingering resentment or obsession."

Wang Zhenzhen pressed further, "So what should we do now?"

"Please, Master, use your magic to summon Xiaoqian's soul," Qin Yao said, turning his head.

He needs to continuously increase Uncle Nine's sense of participation in the mission process; otherwise, the other party will be marginalized, which will not be conducive to triggering new missions and will ultimately affect the filial piety value reward.

After all, the more tasks Uncle Nine completes and the more benefits he receives, the more filial piety points he can earn.

To this day, the Yin Virtue system has long been unable to keep up with his progress in strength, but the Filial Piety Value has never fallen behind!

"it is good."

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, and with a flick of his hand, he summoned a golden command flag. After infusing it with immortal energy, he chanted a soul-summoning incantation and gently waved the flag.

In the building, on the fourth floor of the east-facing apartment, Xiaoqian, who was trying to ask her neighbor to pass on a message, suddenly sensed a powerful suction force. Before she could even react, her soul was abruptly pulled into the ground, passing through the ground of the fourth, third, and second floors, and finally arriving at Wang Zhenzhen's living room on the first floor, appearing before everyone.

"Yeah~"

Although Wang Zhenzhen was somewhat prepared for this, she was still startled and instinctively hid behind Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling glanced deeply at the golden banner in Uncle Jiu's hand, and without turning her head, comforted him, "It's alright, with the three of us here, the ghosts and monsters won't dare to cause trouble."

"Did you summon me?"

At the same time, Xiaoqian's gaze was also fixed on the golden banner in Uncle Jiu's hand. She asked, both afraid and excited.

Uncle Nine nodded: "Who harmed you, and why are you still lingering in the mortal realm?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any ill intentions, Xiaoqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know who hurt me. It was dark at the time, and the other party attacked me from behind. The only thing I remember is that his hands were very cold and he was much stronger than the average person."

As for why I lingered in the mortal realm, it was because of grievances and unresolved issues. I resented the person who killed me, wanted to uncover the truth, and was determined to give the clothes to my mother.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenzhen instinctively looked at Qin Yao.

Its hands are very cold, and its strength far exceeds that of an ordinary person. Does this fit the description of a zombie?

"If that's the case, then you'll come with us to see that living corpse," Qin Yao said in a deep voice.

"A living corpse?" Xiaoqian asked in surprise.

Qin Yao waved and said, "Let's talk as we walk."

A short while later, led by him, the group gradually climbed the steps to the third floor, finally stopping at the door of the west wing.

"Is this the place?" Wang Zhenzhen asked softly.

Just as Qin Yao was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from behind them: "Zhenzhen, what are you doing?" (End of Chapter)