Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

The assassins did not act rashly this time.

The lesson from last time was too profound; the burly man still has a bruise on his lower back, and the skinny man's hand has only just recovered from the swelling.

To rush in recklessly would be tantamount to suicide.

They decided to take a closer look at the defenses of the Gu residence.

During the day, the two hid in a teahouse across the street and chose a window seat.

He drank a pot of tea from morning till night, his eyes fixed on the gate of the Gu residence without blinking.

The teahouse waiter passed by three times, each time giving them a subtle look.

When he came for the fourth time, the burly man quickly refilled the pot.

"What are you looking at? Can't I just drink my tea?"

The waiter thought to himself, “You two have been sitting here for six hours, and you’ve drunk a pot of Biluochun tea like it’s water. And you’re talking to me about drinking tea?”

But he didn't dare say it.

Because these two don't look like friendly people.

The assassin, with great professionalism, staked out the area for two days and discovered a few things.

The Gu family was not large; during the day, most of those coming and going were servants and a few people who looked like managers.

That kid with amazing kung fu skills, who can leap across rooftops and kick people in the middle of the night.

He always wore all black, with a short knife at his waist, and a grin on his face.

During the day, he stayed by Editor Gu's side.

It occasionally appears in the front yard, sometimes squatting against the wall to sunbathe, sometimes chasing after the cat in the kitchen.

However, the most important discovery was about Gu Debai.

This Mr. Gu would burn incense and pray to Buddha in the right wing of his study every night before going to bed.

They bowed for a full hour.

It was a large-scale operation.

The altar was filled with portraits of various deities, its grandeur comparable to that of a small temple.

The God of Wealth is in the center, and his portrait is half a person tall. On either side of him are the City God and the Earth God.

In front of the portrait were six incense burners, three plates of fruit, two dishes of cakes, and a bowl of water.

Every night, Gu Debai would kneel on the prayer mat, kowtow three times respectfully, and then begin to chant.

He recited it with such devotion.

"Greetings, God of Wealth!" Your disciple, Gu Debai, pays his respects.

"May my family be healthy and prosperous, have plenty of money, have smooth sailing when they go out, and avoid any bad business dealings or defaulting on payments."

"I also ask the City God and the Earth God to bless my family with peace and safety, and to help us turn misfortune into good fortune. My luck has been bad lately, so I beg you all to take good care of me."

Reading it all isn't enough.

He took out a stack of paper money from his sleeve and burned it in front of the incense burner.

He muttered to himself as he burned it.

"These are for you all; they're just a token of my appreciation. Please don't think it's too little, immortals."

The two assassins, perched on the courtyard wall, stared in disbelief.

There was a long silence.

The burly man suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Got it!"

"What?"

"This old man believes in ghosts and spirits to the core! Let's give him a ghostly encounter!"

The skinny man's eyes lit up, but he hesitated for a moment.

"Pretending to be a ghost? Is his study far from that boy in black's residence?"

"Far away! I've observed it. That kid lives in the east wing of the front yard. His study is in the west side of the back yard. There are two courtyards in between. As long as you don't make too much noise, that kid won't hear you at all."

The tall, thin man stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

"You mean... you dressed up as a ghost in the middle of the night, went into his study, and scared him to death?"

"right!"

The burly man lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming.

"He burned paper money to pray to the gods every night, and he both respected and feared ghosts and spirits. How could he bear it if two ghosts suddenly appeared in the middle of the night?"

"No need for surgery, no blood. When the coroner comes to examine it, it will just be a case of excessive shock and a ruptured heart meridian. No one will be able to detect it."

The tall, thin man nodded slowly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Brilliant! We got kicked out last time we tried to force our way in. If we dress up as ghosts, that kid won't mistake us for assassins and stop us, right?"

That's exactly right!

"It's settled then. We'll make our move tomorrow night at midnight."

The two assassins went out that afternoon to prepare the props.

They first went to a theatrical troupe in the south of the city.

Taking advantage of the fact that the show ended and there was no one watching backstage, he stole two sets of costumes for the Black and White Impermanence from the costume trunk.

The White Impermanence's outfit consisted of a pale white robe and a tall hat with a long brimmed lid. The hat had four characters written on the front: "Great Fortune Upon Meeting."

Black Impermanence's outfit consisted of a jet-black robe with two crossed bones embroidered in white thread on the chest, and a prop iron chain around his waist.

I also got a set of face paint.

White powder, black ash, and vermilion red—enough to paint two faces.

That evening, the two tried on clothes in a dilapidated temple outside the city.

The burly man donned the attire of the Black Impermanence.

The robe is a bit short.

He was so muscular that part of his calf was sticking out, making him look like a butcher in mourning clothes.

Finally, the iron chain was hung on, and it swayed, making a rattling sound.

"How is it?"

The tall, thin man, dressed in the robe of the White Impermanence and wearing a long-brimmed hat, looked at his reflection in the water vat of the dilapidated temple.

The hat was too big; it sank down and covered half of my face.

He pushed his hat up a little.

"Not bad. That's impressive."

The burly man, his face covered in soot, grinned.

"Hehe, tomorrow night I'll show that old man what it means to have someone from the underworld."

……

at the same time.

Inside the Gu family study.

Gu Mingyue closed the door tightly.

Gu Mingli sat at the table with a blank sheet of paper spread out in front of him.

There were a few hastily drawn circles and arrows on it, probably some kind of action diagram.

But the drawing is so bad that even a ghost couldn't understand it.

Yi Wu stood on the left, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed.

Yi Shi stood on the right, still holding half a piece of osmanthus cake that he hadn't finished eating.

One is so serious it's cold, the other so casual it's carefree.

But both of them were listening intently.

"Here's the plan."

Gu Mingyue lowered her voice and tapped the white paper on the table with her finger.

"Let's go to Father's study at midnight tonight."

"Take advantage of the moment when he's burning incense and praying to Buddha."

"Yi Wu and Yi Shi dressed up as the Black and White Impermanence, while my brother dressed up as a soul that had been locked away."

"Let the father see with his own eyes his son's soul being taken away by the underworld messengers."

"Then the Black and White Impermanence left a message..."

She cleared her throat and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Those who embezzle disaster relief funds will surely have their souls taken away."

After saying that, she returned to her normal tone and looked at the people inside the room.

"Do the three of you understand?"

Yi Wu tilted his head slightly, looking at Gu Mingyue as if he were re-evaluating her.

Yi Shi's eyes lit up instantly, and he became excited, as if he had discovered something fun.

"Great idea! Miss, how did you come up with that?! It sounds interesting!"

"However... I have a question."

"explain."

"Why is it the young master's soul that was taken away? Couldn't Yi Wu play the role? It would be so cool if I dressed up as the Black and White Impermanence with the young master!"

Gu Mingyue shook her head.

"Do you think my dad would feel heartbroken if he saw Yi Wu's soul being taken away?"

Yi Shi tilted his head and thought about it seriously.

I glanced at Yi Wu.

He and Yi Wu had only recently moved into the Gu residence, and Gu Debai still thought of them as guards that the young lady had bought.

They probably don't even remember what Yi Wu looks like.

Therefore, having Yi Wu impersonate a spirit has no deterrent effect.

Yi Wu glanced back at Yi Shi and snorted disdainfully.

Gu Mingyue said matter-of-factly, "So it must be his biological son."