Above Destiny

Chapter 430 Six Days of Ghosts
The funeral was held on the third day.

The location was in the factory area of ​​Coast Industry. A shed was set up on the newly renovated ground, and almost all the people from Xinquan were present.

There were no messy ceremonies or programs organized, but it was carried out in the form of mourning and memorial services.

In addition to the seven Homecoming Knights who died in the siege of Pacquiao, there were more than 30 security team members. After the turmoil, almost all the combatants were injured, and more than 40 people were disabled.

Although Ji Jue was not responsible for the casualties of the Homecoming Knights, he paid double the pensions and bonuses as the Coastal employees, and also donated a batch of additional supplies.

As for the employees of Coast, in addition to the agreed double pensions and bonuses, there are also a series of additional preferential treatments, including free accommodation in the nursing home affiliated with the Xinxiang Sanatorium for those with elderly people at home, and monthly living expenses and interest-free student loans for those with school-age children.

Ji Jue is almost fat from eating too much, so he really doesn't need this.

The injured will be treated, and the disabled will go directly to Xie Lan for limb replantation. Even if they can't do heavy physical labor in the future, the factory will have leisurely and stable jobs in the future, and they are in need of such employees who have proven their reliability.

In addition, if there are any difficulties or troubles, they will be assisted as appropriate. With such a huge amount of relief and compensation, it is hard to say how many families are happy in hardship and how many are happy in sorrow.

At the funeral, low sobs and tears continued.

At the end, Ji Jue handed the urns to the family members one by one, listening to their accusations or gratitude in silence. The only thing he could do was to leave a business card.

When I pushed the door open, I couldn't help but sigh silently.

"Is that enough, actually?"

The 'accountant' who was sitting on the steps outside smoking a pipe looked back at him and sighed: "If you use a knife to fight for your life, you will inevitably die tragically on the street. When you use a gun to fight for your life, you can no longer decide whether to live or die.

Life is sometimes precious and sometimes worthless.

In Middle-earth, when the man of the family dies, all that's left is a bag of gold sand and a gun. Most of the time, there's not even gold sand left.

"I can die peacefully with such a good employer like you. Why should I feel guilty?"

"You may be mistaken. I'm not that weak."

Ji Jue looked back and said, "Although I feel guilty, I don't think I have done anything wrong. I just want to do what I can."

The accountant shrugged: "Why should we be sad?"

"Why not be sad?"

Ji Jue laughed at himself: "No matter how sad and guilty I am, no matter how much I have done to make amends and what I can do, if I encounter this kind of thing in the future, I will still do this.

Even, they do it again and again, and never repent. "

He looked at the accountant and asked curiously, "Isn't it pathetic for someone like me?"

The accountant was silent, looking at him for a long time, then he exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed softly: "There are too many pathetic people in the world who suffer the consequences of their own actions, and there are also many abominable people who do evil and refuse to repent, but people like you are no longer in the same category.

I can’t tell you whether you can succeed or not, old man, but I can be sure of one thing—the harm left by people like you is probably much greater than that left by them.”

"I took it as a compliment."

Ji Jue laughed, not caring at all.

"Before I leave, Mr. Accountant, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Just one thing, pay the bill on time and don't delay the final payment. Apart from that..."

The accountant chuckled, took out a badge from his pocket and threw it towards him. Ji Jue took it in his hand, but couldn't tell what the badge was.

It was like a fungus emblem was casually carved on a piece of scrap iron with a knife.

"What is this?" Ji Jue lowered his eyes to look at it.

"It's a symbol and certificate for sacrifice. Wear this and walk on the streets of Middle-earth. If you see someone who doesn't kneel, they will cut off your feet. Well, you might also be hacked to death.

My advice is don’t mess around with it, Hongbang has many enemies.”

The accountant shrugged and said with emotion: "We, the followers, have no right to question the decision of the priest. There are not many people in this generation who are qualified to wear the Iron-Broken Crown. It is a good thing to have one more.

Even though the Knights don't understand, they won't object. However, they guess you probably don't care either.

I don't need to say anything extra, but I'll remind you for safety's sake... Although there are many inheritances of fungi, they are not so common that they are everywhere. I hope you don't spread them around."

"That's not necessary. Besides, isn't the Homecoming Knights pretty handy?" Ji Jue flipped it up indifferently, watching it flip in the air and put it into his palm: "Friendship is friendship, and bills are bills, right?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

The accountant supported his old waist and stood up from the steps, stretching his body: "I have said all the good and bad things to you, old man, I will not bother you any more.

I wish Mr. Ji a prosperous business."

"Thank you."

Ji Jue smiled and watched the accountant and a large number of returning knights leave.

However, Slan stayed with a small team. On the one hand, they were making extra money from the Federation, and on the other hand, it was a free service.

They will serve Ji Jue until the end of the rainy season.

To some extent, it is also a silent reminder...

Those money-making battles have been fought for you, and from now on the balance will be kept for me.

Don't waste time, hurry up.

It was a free gift, so Ji Jue naturally wouldn't rush out. What's more, this was just the beginning. Pacquiao was dead, but weren't his partners still fine?
During the rainy season, the water ghosts who sneaked into Haizhou to burn, kill, loot and rob, didn’t they have time to escape?

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

No matter how bad the water ghost is, can't it still play a role in its surplus value?

Ji Jue naturally chose to take them all.

And what we need to deal with next is another piece of dog-skin plaster...

She rolled around in the factory's infirmary and cried every day that she was dying, but she didn't have any of her five meals a day and had to rely on her mouth to make Ji Jue bankrupt!

"Hey, boss, you're finally here!"

Tang Qian's face was as pale as gold paper. When he saw Ji Jue walking into the ward, tears were about to fall. He was barely able to breathe: "If you had come any later, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to see you."

"Before you speak, could you please wipe the oil off your mouth?"

Ji Jue waved his hand expressionlessly and threw a bag over: "Three for the down payment, I paid you fifteen two days ago, and now for the balance, I'll give you seventeen.

Thirty-five imperial gold coins, most of my family fortune is here, we have known each other for so long, we should at least speak frankly, Lao Tang?"

This is a lie.

Just thirty imperial gold coins...

Although Ji Jue didn't take much away before, now that the storage vaults of the Doomsday Train have been gradually opened, there is no place to put all this garbage.

At that time, Tiangui directly packed up the entire rift and took it away.

There are several boxes of this stuff in the pile of junk!
But even if there are several boxes, it is impossible to move them all out and put them in front of Lao Tang, right? I am not afraid of thieves stealing, but I am afraid of thieves thinking about it. What if this bastard takes the risk and comes to kidnap me with all his ancestors?
"That's it?"

Lao Tang frowned, his disappointment evident in his words. He didn't even want to act anymore, and managed to squeeze out a tear of sorrow: "When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. Boss Ji, you can't do this. I have risked my life for you..."

"You have no problem with going through life and death, but do you really want to settle the account?"

Ji Jue laughed and took out a pen and paper. "After your ancestor made such a scene, how do I calculate the damage he caused me? Who should I ask for compensation? Not to mention the damage to the site and buildings, more than half of the materials that were recycled are gone.

Besides, for the rental fee of Pan Ying, do I have to pay it according to the association's rental standard for S-level alchemy works? As for the wear and tear and consumption caused by this..."

"Well, please stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing Ji Jue being so shameless, Tang Qian flew into a rage and glared, “Why don’t you just include the medical expenses as well?” “That’s right. You use two rolls of vortex-purifying gauze every time you change the dressing, and you have to carry two rolls in your pocket. You take half of the medicine and touch the other half. The previous suture surgery was expedited by Mr. Xie, a famous vortex-purifying doctor in Yacheng, and I paid double the price... Oh, by the way, the meals in our factory are all made from high-end pollution-free organic vegetables from Yacheng, and they are also..."

Seeing Ji Jue becoming more and more outrageous, Lao Tang suddenly sat up in shock from his dying illness, asked with a smile where the visitor came from, and immediately put on a fawning face, almost snuggling up to him.

Stay low and be small.

The situation is stronger than people. It is not worth it to compete with this kind of shit. Besides, we still have to do business in the future, so of course we have to give it some emotional value!

Isn't this still for the purpose of making money?
Not shabby.

"Come on, let's stop talking nonsense." Ji Jue waved his hand: "Who is the hero or brave man you are shaking? You have to let me know, right?"

"Ah this..."

Tang Qian was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale again, and he lay down with a dying look like a candle in the wind, as if he would die in front of you if you asked me any more questions.

Anyway, it was impossible to pay back the money, and the sound of gold coins was nice, which he liked very much. But it was impossible to answer, after all, Ji Jue couldn't do anything to him, but if the ancestor was unhappy, he could really give him a few big bags and make him feel sour for several years.

Besides, there were too many things involved and he couldn't answer every question. The more he asked, the more trouble he would cause.

How can one achieve both in this world, without disappointing both my ancestors and my love?
There was nothing he could do about this kind of thing.

You can only pretend to be dead.

Until Ji Jue touched his pocket and took out five gold coins, and lined them up on the table in front of him.

The brilliant golden light illuminated his eyes.

But then, the bone knife chopped down and almost chopped off his little hand that was not very peacefully reaching out...

"If you don't want to talk, that's fine."

Ji Jue looked at him with a smile: "Why don't you shake him out so we can have a chat?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Qian immediately shook his head like a rattle.

What do you think our ancestors are? They come when you call them and go when you dismiss them?

Among so many ancestors, the higher up they go, the harder it is to get in touch with them. For example, Tianlugong only appears once every few hundred years and causes trouble for hundreds of years. How can we get in touch with him in just a few days?

Not to mention that I can't get in touch with him. Even if I can get in touch with him, if I get that old guy Tianlugong out for something like this, wouldn't he cause a river of blood?
It would be better to pretend and say that you tried your best but couldn't win, so that you can have an explanation and at least make Ji Jue give up.

But at the moment when his mind moved, before the burnt offering was performed, his expression suddenly changed.

broken!

The inherited burnt offering suddenly started to operate on its own, and in the sea of ​​blood in the deepest part of consciousness, a pair of eyes opened faintly and looked down.

A silent sneer.

Damn it? !
Tang Qian stood there in a daze...

It actually came out!

Soon, his expression began to twitch and became more and more complicated.

"Well, he..."

Tang Qian hesitated for a long time before conveying his opinion tactfully: "He said, well, now is not the right time, you still need to work hard."

【? 】

Ji Jue was also confused.

In fact, Tianlugong’s original words might not be as nice as he thought.

"Hey! You don't even have the title of Emperor Elect, so you are qualified to order me around? Wait until you become a swordsmith, then come talk to me! Tell that brat, if he wants to be friends with me, he should collect enough Six Days Ghost Seals for Sheng Xie first!"

After saying this, the pair of arrogant and indifferent eyes disappeared.

Tang Qian and Ji Jue, who had taken great pains to translate and convey the message, were left looking at each other in silence.

"No more?" Ji Jue asked.

"No, that's all."

Tang Qian spread his hands helplessly, and smoothly swept the gold coins into his pocket, pretending nothing had happened.

Anyway, the money is non-refundable!

Ji Jue frowned for a long time and asked, "Six-day ghost? What is that?"

"Ah, I know a little about this."

Tang Qian was afraid that Ji Jue would take the money back, so he quickly explained: "In the past, during the Eternal Dynasty, there were only three orthodox priests who were bound to the royal family, and they were called the 'Three Heavenly Priests'.

In addition, the six greatest priests among all other priests are called the Six Evils, the Seals of the Six Ancient Ghosts, which should refer to their inherited burnt offerings and sacred objects.

As for which six... emmmm, I don't know. After all, boss, you know that if people are good at studying, who would want to form a large group, right?"

Ji Jue was silent.

Four or five hundred years have passed. Apart from people like Lao Tang whose family has unclear relations with the Eternal Empire, who else would remember these messy things?

Judging from Tianlu's words, in order to achieve his complete form, Panying, no, Shengxie, in addition to blessing, at least needs to collect the sacred imprints of these six priests.

Wash blood with blood, and defeat evil with evil!
As the royal swordsmith of the Eternal Empire, the Ye family actually openly colluded with the six unofficial priests, and was able to leave behind the inheritance of the Nine Types and not be exterminated. Ji Jue could not guess the secret past behind it.

But the problem is...

Apart from the bacteria and scars that are offered to me on their own initiative, where the hell can I find these six?

"This is easy!"

Tang Qian was immediately beaming with joy: "According to Heaven... ahem, what our ancestors meant is that there is a resonance between the Six Evils and the Shengxie. Anyway, when you encounter a large group of them in the future, just beat them up. The one who can leave a mark on your sword is the one who will do it."

If you encounter a large group of them, just beat them up!
There's one right in front of me, and it looks pretty good. Do you want to try it?!

Ji Jue felt sick after hearing this - why would he, a craftsman, kill so many people when he had nothing better to do? And he went all over the mountains and plains to kill them? Have you had enough of living?
This is not the Eternal Empire era, where he can beat anyone he sees by relying on his imperial power and status as a swordsmith.

Besides, even during the Eternal Empire era, I couldn’t be a swordsmith!

There has always been only one swordsmith, and only the patriarch of the Ye family can hold this position. I don’t even have the last name Ye. Besides, have you seen the Fei Gong in my hand?
Only a ghost could have imagined that after four hundred years, the inheritance of the Eternal Empire's trusted swordsmith and the matrix of the empire's most threatening Mozhe would be in the same person...

If he were to travel back in time, wouldn't he be hung up and beaten by both sides?

Ji Jue was silent, looking at Lao Tang in front of him.

I just want to get my gold coins back.

I originally came here with the purpose of solving doubts and seeking knowledge, but in the end, not only did I not get a single question answered, but I also had a bunch of additional problems and troubles... How come you, the second party, initiated a task?
It’s a pity that Lao Tang had already put the gold coins in his pocket, and stood with his butt sticking up, refusing to surrender even at death.

If you are unhappy, feel free to do as you please. Anyway, don't even think about getting the money out of your pocket!
Ji Jue spent half an hour asking questions repeatedly, and explained a lot of random, true and false things, but in the end there was no substance or key points at all.

Seeing that nothing could be squeezed out of him, he got up and left in disappointment.

As soon as he got out of the door, he instructed the nurse: Kick this guy out as soon as possible. If he continues to stay here, I'm afraid that when he is discharged, I'm afraid that the infirmary building will be taken away too!

Since there is no surplus value, let’s return to society as soon as possible!

After checking the time, he hurried to the entrance of Xinquan.

Lu Yingyue’s people are about to arrive.

(End of this chapter)