What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Although I had a general idea of ​​this outcome before I came.

Now, after some covert investigation, I'm 90% certain this person is a fraud.

However, I did not show any abnormality.

I didn't act like a hothead and suddenly step forward to test him with our industry slang, nor did I give Li Qing a look that signaled him to sabotage me.

At that moment, I was just like an ordinary businessman, sitting quietly in my chair, occasionally picking up a piece of food from the table in front of me.

The reason is simple: why offend people for no reason?

Since Boss Wang was able to organize this dinner party tonight, and even finalized the time for the ritual to begin at midnight, it means that this was definitely not the first time he had met this Qingyunzi.

Given Boss Wang's shrewdness as a businessman, even with Boss Lei's influence, he would definitely have taken Qingyunzi to the construction site in advance to conduct an on-site inspection and do some preliminary preparations.

Knowing full well that strange things had happened on that piece of land, and that it might even be haunted, Qingyunzi still dared to take on the job after inspecting the site.

What does this tell us?

This means that the person is either a greedy and audacious conman who plans to simply go through the motions, take the money, and run away.

Either he actually has some hidden trump card or a special magical artifact.

Besides, who can say for sure about anything in this world?

What if, even if there's only a one percent chance, this Qingyunzi really is a big shot who has returned to simplicity and come to this mortal world to play around?

Although the probability is extremely low, it's always good to maintain a sense of awe and caution.

If I rashly step forward to test the waters, I will not only disrupt the balance that Boss Wang has worked so hard to maintain, but also offend Boss Lei.

There's even the possibility of inexplicably creating a formidable and unfathomable enemy.

This is completely contrary to my current principles of conduct.

My identity here tonight is merely that of a "bodyguard" and a guarantor secretly hired by Boss Wang.

You get paid for what you do.

As long as this Qingyunzi doesn't cause any major problems or endanger our safety, it's his freedom to act however he wants.

I just need to watch quietly and wait until he really can't hold on any longer before stepping in to settle things.

Li Qing, who was standing to the side, seemed to have noticed my attitude as well.

His eyes were darting around, as if he was brewing some mischievous idea and wanted to speak.

But when he turned around and saw me looking so calm and focused on eating, he pursed his lips and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

They then turned their attention to a large hairy crab on the table.

The meal was very peaceful; in fact, it could be said that both the host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

During the gathering, Master Qingyunzi displayed exceptionally high levels of conversational skills.

He didn't deliberately flaunt obscure Taoist scriptures, but instead used a simple yet somewhat mysterious tone to explain some basic principles about feng shui for changing one's fortune and avoiding misfortune.

To Li Qing and me, these words were nothing but empty platitudes.

But for businessmen like Boss Lei and Boss Wang, who have weathered many storms in the business world and are inherently somewhat superstitious, this proved to be very useful.

Boss Lei nodded repeatedly as he listened, and personally poured tea for Qingyunzi, his words filled with respect.

Although Boss Wang had something to hide, he still addressed everyone as "Master" and showered them with flattery as if it were free.

As for Li Qing and me, the so-called "partners," we perfectly played the role of guests.

Jin Wanliang would occasionally crack a joke to liven up the atmosphere, making the whole private room feel cheerful and harmonious.

Around 9 p.m., the dinner party finally came to an end.

Boss Lei put down his napkin, glanced at his watch, and said in a deep voice:

"It's almost time."

Master, Xiao Wang, let's head to the construction site now.

"Set up the altar as soon as possible, and when midnight arrives, we will trouble the master to perform his supernatural powers."

"Boss Lei, you're too kind. I will certainly do my best."

Qingyunzi stood up, flicked his whisk, and looked confident.

Boss Wang quickly ran out to pay the bill, and then the group walked out of the private restaurant in a grand manner.

The streets of Jiangcheng were already a bit chilly on an early autumn night.

Boss Lei and Qing Yunzi got into a black Rolls-Royce, and escorted by two Land Rover bodyguards, they drove into the night.

Li Qing and I followed Jin Wanliang and got back into the Mercedes.

As soon as the car door closed, cutting off the view from the outside, the atmosphere inside the carriage immediately changed.

"call--"

Jin Wanliang let out a long breath and said as he started the car:

"I was sweating all over after this meal."

Brother Chen, you haven't said much at the table just now. Did you figure anything out?

Just what kind of person is that Qingyunzi?

I sat in the passenger seat, rolled down the window a little to let the cool night breeze in, and replied:

"I didn't see anything special about it."

I didn't sense any fluctuations of internal energy from him; it wasn't even at the most basic level of Qi cultivation.

"Ha! I knew it!"

Li Qing, sitting in the back row, immediately slapped his thigh and let out a cold laugh.

"That old fellow acts all high and mighty, but he's actually just a good-for-nothing!"

Just now at the table, I realized that he was just an ordinary person.

Listening to him spout those nonsensical metaphysical theories, I almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

With his rudimentary theoretical knowledge, any blind fortune teller I randomly picked up from under a bridge would be better than him.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

I turned my head, looked at Li Qing in the rearview mirror, and smiled as I reminded him.

There are many hidden talents in this world.

What if he practices some secret method that we don't know about, or carries some magical artifact that can completely shield his aura?

Even if we take a step back and assume he really is an unskilled fraudster...

He dared to take on this kind of ghost story job, so he must have been holding a few things to bolster his courage.

Let's be cautious, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

"Brother Chen is right."

Jin Wanliang nodded in deep agreement and stepped on the gas.

"Whether he's a real god or just a charlatan, our task tonight is to keep an eye on Boss Wang and ensure this project can continue."

As long as he doesn't cause any major trouble, we can treat it as a free midnight religious ceremony performance in the suburbs.

Driven by Jin Wanliang, the car sped through the night of Jiangcheng.

As we drove away from the bustling city center, the neon lights along the roads became fewer and fewer, and the streetlights became dimmer.

After driving for about forty minutes, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

Without the obstruction of tall buildings, the night wind seemed even more unrestrained, rustling the leaves on both sides of the road.