The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

Qin Muyao looked at Lin Fan with an indescribable expression in her eyes.

"After you go back, the Qin family will protect you. Even if strange things come knocking, someone will be there to protect you. Stay here with me..."

He paused, his fingers gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly. "I can't even protect myself!"

Qin Muyao bit her red lips, her gaze shifting from Lin Fan's face to the Guan Yu card in his hand, and she remained stunned for several seconds.

"OK!"

She took a deep breath and took the Guan Yu card from Lin Fan's hand. At this moment, the dazed look in her eyes was gone, replaced by a calm expression.

Thanks!

Qin Muyao put the Guan Yu card into her pocket, turned around and went back into the house.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

Lin Fan heard her rustling as she packed her things outside the door. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the door was opened again.

At this moment, Qin Muyao had changed her clothes, put on a mask and sunglasses, and her face was completely covered. She looked exactly the same as when she escaped from the Qin family.

She tossed the keys to Lin Fan and said in a flat tone, "Here are the keys. I'll have someone come and pick up the things this afternoon."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"Qin Muyao".

Lin Fan watched her retreating figure and called out to her.

Qin Muyao stopped in her tracks, but did not turn around, waiting for Lin Fan to speak.

"Be careful on the road!"

Qin Muyao stood there, remained silent for two seconds, softly hummed in agreement, and then disappeared into the corridor.

Looking down through the guardrail, Qin Muyao was looking at her phone. A moment later, a black sedan stopped in front of her, and the driver got out and opened the door for her.

The black sedan started and slowly drove out of the residential area.

Lin Fan stared blankly at the direction where the car disappeared for a long time.

"I'm all alone again," he said softly, his voice quickly carried away by the wind.

At 2 p.m., there was a knock on his door.

"Knock knock knock".

"They're here!"

Lin Fan slowly moved the wheelchair and opened the door.

A middle-aged man in a brown suit stood outside the door, followed by two burly young men who stood ramrod straight; they were clearly his bodyguards.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lin Fan?" The middle-aged man bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"I am, and who are you?"

"Hello, I am the Qin family's butler, my surname is Zhou." The middle-aged man handed over his business card with both hands and continued, "Miss asked me to come here."

Upon hearing the introduction of the visitor, Lin Fan recalled what Qin Muyao had said before leaving. Qin Muyao had mentioned that someone would be coming to move in the afternoon.

Lin Fan rummaged around in his pocket for a while, then took out the key to the next room and handed it over.

"Qin Muyao's things are next door. Here's the key. You can move them anytime."

Butler Zhou did not take the keys. A hint of doubt flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to normal. "Mr. Lin, you must have misunderstood. Miss sent us to deliver something to you."

He took out a pre-prepared envelope from his briefcase and handed it to Lin Fan with both hands. "This is from Miss, she asked us to give it to you."

"What's this?" Lin Fan weighed the envelope in his hand. It was thin, and inside was something about the size of a card.

"The young lady said this is Guan Yu's card-making fee, and she instructed that it must be delivered to you."

Lin Fan held the envelope, glanced at the key in his hand that hadn't been taken, and slowly withdrew his hand. Of course, how could the eldest daughter of the Qin family lack such things?

"Now that the goods have been delivered, we won't bother you any longer, Mr. Lin. Please take care of yourself."

After saying this, he bowed slightly and turned to leave with his two bodyguards.

Lin Fan closed the door, opened the envelope, and inside was a bank card, along with a slip of paper with the password and amount written on it.

"Two hundred thousand, password 123456"

That's all.

Lin Fan stared at the bank card for a long time. She had calculated the card-making fee for Guan Yu so meticulously; she was determined not to owe him anything.

Lin Fan smiled; it did indeed fit the young lady's style of doing things.

Lin Fan placed the bank card on the table and then put away the key to the room next door.

He then opened the company's leave application system, paused his finger on the screen for a moment, and then submitted a request to return to work, typing: "My condition has improved, I will return to work as usual tomorrow."

submit!

Soon, a green "Passed" indicator popped up on the screen.

I go to work not because I love my job, nor because I'm short of a little extra pay, but because the company has a robust security system.

The entire building is covered by multiple layers of defense cards year-round, layer upon layer, which can withstand the onslaught of the ghost tide for a period of time, making it many times safer than my rented apartment.

It would be a shame not to use this free resource.

Besides, even if some strange entity is attracted to him, there are so many card makers in the company; no matter what, it's still better than him having to carry it all alone.

Going to work is about protecting yourself in the name of the company.

Lin Fan leaned back in his chair and suddenly felt a little ironic. He had previously thought he could escape the fate of having to go to work, but now he was in a hurry to go to work.

He had just submitted his application to return to work and put his phone down when it started vibrating.

He glanced at the caller ID on his phone: "Supervisor".

He hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone: "Supervisor?"

"Lin Fan, I saw your application to return to work." The supervisor's voice was much warmer than usual. "How's your recovery going? Can you get your health card made now?"

"I'm much better now, and I can go to work normally."

"That's good, that's good." The supervisor paused, then changed his tone, "Didn't I tell you before that there was a big job? Now I'll assign that client to you."

Lin Fan's fingers tightened slightly as he immediately thought of what Zhou Chen had mentioned to him earlier: Zhao Zhong of the New World Foundation had specifically asked him to make the cards!

At this moment, Lin Fan pretended to know nothing and asked, "What customer?"

"Mr. Zhao Zhong, a philanthropist in our city and chairman of the New World Foundation, is being entrusted with this important task. Don't mess it up."

The supervisor's voice carried a hint of pride when he mentioned Zhao Zhong, as if knowing Zhao Zhong was something extraordinary.

"He heard about the Zhang Fei card you made for Miss Qin, and he's very interested in it. He said he'd like to ask you to make a similar humanoid summoning card, and he'll name his price."

"Did he specify what kind of card he wanted?" Lin Fan asked.

"He didn't say, he just said we'd discuss it in detail when we meet. Are you free tomorrow? I'll contact him and arrange for you two to meet and talk things over."

Lin Fan thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

"Okay!" The manager's voice rose a few octaves. "Then I'll get back to Mr. Zhao and have him make the arrangements!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fan stared at his phone screen, his brows furrowing slightly.

Zhao Zhong of the New World Foundation! This person, who shares the same name as the Ten Attendants, is also the one who introduced Zhang Li to Old Master Qin. Is this person from the All Souls Society? What is his background?