A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

"President Qin!"

"In the conference room..."

"There's a coffin in the conference room!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Yue's voice had changed.

Qin Ruoxue held her phone, her face, which had just regained some color, suddenly turned pale again.

Everyone in the lobby looked up at the nineteenth floor.

The nineteenth floor, which was just lit up a moment ago, is now pitch black.

The entire floor seemed to be suddenly swallowed by darkness.

Only the safety indicator light was still glowing with a faint green light.

Like the eyes of a dead person.

Qin Yuanshan clutched his right rib, cold sweat dripping down his face.

He visibly stiffened when he heard the word "coffin".

Chen Bufan saw it.

Qin Ruoxue saw it too.

She turned her head sharply and stared intently at Qin Yuanshan.

"Second Uncle."

"What's the deal with the coffin in the conference room?"

Qin Yuanshan gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up straight.

"How would I know?"

His voice was hoarse.

"Ruoxue, so many things have happened at the company, and instead of dealing with the situation, you're asking me?"

Qin Ruoxue was both amused and exasperated.

"You're the one who asked me to go to the meeting room."

"You were the one who suggested the emergency meeting."

"There's a coffin in the conference room now, and you don't know?"

Qin Yuanshan's face was gloomy.

"Don't make false accusations."

"I brought the shareholders here tonight to stabilize the company."

"I'm not playing along with this conman!"

After saying that, he glared at Chen Bufan.

"Mr. Chen, you just mentioned something about the Seven Killings Stealing Wealth, and that I have a dark spot on my right rib."

Do you have any evidence to support these claims?

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"You want evidence?"

Qin Yuanshan sneered.

"certainly."

"This is not your live stream."

"And not those netizens who were scared out of their wits by you."

"The Qin Group has shareholders, legal counsel, and surveillance."

"If you accuse me of plotting to harm people, then provide evidence."

As he spoke, he regained some of his confidence.

Zhou Guoliang and the others also quietly moved closer to Qin Yuanshan's back.

They are now in a dilemma.

If Qin Yuanshan is really involved in these people's deaths, they're in big trouble.

But if Chen Bufan can't produce any evidence, then they can still try to cover up tonight's events by claiming that Qin Ruoxue has lost her mind.

Qin Yuanshan was also aware of this.

Therefore, he cannot admit it.

I would rather die than admit it.

Qin Ruoxue gripped her phone tightly.

She knew Qin Yuanshan was gambling.

Betting on Chen Bufan is based solely on metaphysical judgment, lacking any real-world evidence.

I'm betting she won't dare make a big fuss about it now.

The bet shareholders will continue to stand by him in order to protect themselves.

Just then, Chen Bufan spoke up.

"Lift up your clothes."

Qin Yuanshan's expression changed.

"What?"

Chen Bufan looked at his right rib.

"Didn't you need evidence?"

"The dark spots are the evidence."

Qin Yuanshan glared at him viciously.

"absurd!"

"I am the vice chairman of the Qin Group, not a monkey you can manipulate on the street."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"You dare not?"

Qin Yuanshan's forehead twitched.

"You dare not?"

He seemed to have been stabbed by those two words, and laughed in anger.

"What do I have to be afraid of?"

"I just think your request is vulgar and ridiculous!"

Chen Bufan did not argue.

He simply looked at Qin Ruoxue.

"If he won't lift it, call the doctor."

"Or call the police and have them examine your injuries."

Qin Yuanshan's expression changed again.

Qin Ruoxue immediately picked up her phone.

"I'm calling the police now."

Qin Yuanshan finally panicked.

"Qin Ruoxue!"

This outburst completely destroyed the previous air of dignity befitting an elder.

"Scared?"

"If you're healthy, why are you afraid of getting tested?"

The lobby was deathly silent.

The expressions of the shareholders behind Qin Yuanshan all changed.

They came with Qin Yuanshan to force Qin Ruoxue to relinquish power, not to get involved in the murder case and the evil scheme.

Liu Chenghai took a step back.

"Chairman Qin, how about..."

Qin Yuanshan suddenly turned around.

"Shut up!"

Liu Chenghai was so frightened that he dared not say another word.

Qin Yuanshan's chest heaved, his right hand pressed tightly against his right rib.

The more he pressed, the uglier his face became.

It hurts there.

It hurts.

It felt like a swarm of insects were gnawing inside the meat.

It hurts at 3 a.m., and it hurts at other times too.

In the past few days, the black spot has started to fester.

He consulted a dermatologist.

I consulted a private doctor.

They even secretly underwent pathological examinations.

The cause could not be found.

The doctor only said it was aseptic inflammation, but the condition was serious, and recommended surgery.

But Qin Yuanshan knew perfectly well that this was not an illness.

Because Xuanqingzi said it before.

It is normal for black spots to appear on the body before the Seven Killings Formation is formed.

Those are the traces of fortune changing hands.

Once the condition is resolved, the dark spots will naturally disappear.

But now, Chen Bufan says this is a backlash.

Qin Yuanshan didn't believe it.

I can't believe it.

He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, each word distinct:

"it is good."

"Since you insist on seeing, I'll let you see."

As he spoke, he reached up and unbuttoned his Zhongshan suit.

He was wearing a white shirt underneath.

He lifted the hem of his shirt slightly.

A dark spot was visible below the right rib.

Several gasps of astonishment rippled through the lobby.

Those are not ordinary dark spots.

It's about the size of a palm.

The color is bluish-black.

The edges are already festering.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, a dark red color, and even faintly oozing black fluid.

Even though Qin Ruoxue wasn't close, she could still faintly smell a fishy stench.

Several shareholders were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

"this……"

"Chairman Qin, when did you start this?"

"How could it have rotted like this?"

Qin Yuanshan quickly put the clothes down, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

"It's just a skin condition."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"skin disease?"

"Then why do you suffer from pain and can't sleep every night around 3 a.m.?"

Qin Yuanshan snorted but did not answer.

Chen Bufan continued:

"Why are there exactly seven rotten spots around the edge of the black spot?"

"Why are the first six already blackened, but the last one isn't completely rotten yet?"

Qin Yuanshan felt his heart skip a beat.

"You... how did you know that...?"

Qin Ruoxue immediately realized what was happening.

Seven rot spots.

The Seven Killings Formation.

Her voice trembled slightly.

"So the black spots on his body correspond to the Seven Fiends?"

Chen Bufan nodded.

"right."

"The Seven Killings Stealing Wealth Formation does not only steal other people's wealth."

"It also needs to find someone to take over the management."

Qin Ruoxue looked at Qin Yuanshan.

"Is he the one in charge?"

"Yes."

Chen Bufan said:

"He thought he was the mastermind."

"It's actually just a shell to catch the backlash from the person who actually orchestrated it."

Qin Yuanshan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply:

"You're talking nonsense!"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Didn't the person who planned this tell you?"

"If the Seven Killings Formation succeeds, you will indeed be able to obtain a portion of the Qin family's wealth."

"But if it fails, the first to suffer the consequences will not be the one who set up the formation."

"It's you."

Qin Yuanshan's face showed a hint of disbelief.

"impossible."

He gritted his teeth.

"He said that as long as the Seven Killings Formation is complete, the Qin family's fortune will turn to me."

He said I would be fine.

The words had just left his mouth.

Qin Yuanshan froze.

Everyone in the lobby was staring at him.

Qin Ruoxue's voice was as cold as ice.

"He said that?"

"Who said that?"

Qin Yuanshan's face turned pale.

He realized he had let something slip.

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"Xuan Qingzi?"

Qin Yuanshan suddenly looked up.

How did you know?

The moment those words left his mouth, his face turned completely ashen.

Because that's tantamount to admitting it.

Qin Ruoxue took a deep breath.

She did not have an attack immediately.

On the contrary, they were frighteningly calm.

"Mr. Chen."

"What do I need to check now?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Financial flows".

Qin Ruoxue immediately looked at Liu Chenghai.

"Mr. Liu."

Liu Chenghai's face turned pale.

"President Qin..."

Qin Ruoxue didn't care about his expression.

"All unusual expenditures by the Qin family within the past three months."

"Especially for renovation, consulting, advisory, and cultural services."

"Investigate now."

Liu Chenghai glanced at Qin Yuanshan.

Qin Yuanshan stared intently at him, his eyes warning him.

Qin Ruoxue sneered.

Why are you looking at him?

"You are the representative of the Qin family's finance committee."

"Is it still Qin Yuanshan's private account?"

"If Qin Yuanshan can handle you, why can't I?"

Liu Chenghai's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Qin Ruoxue continued:

"check."

"Or I can call the police now and let the Economic Crime Investigation Department investigate."

Liu Chenghai dared not hesitate any longer and immediately took out his tablet to log into the financial system.

Everyone in the lobby fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of him tapping on the screen.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

Liu Chenghai's face grew paler and paler.

Qin Ruoxue stared at him.

"You found it?"

Liu Chenghai's throat moved.

"There are a few payments... that are indeed not quite right."

"explain."

"The first payment was made three months ago for the consultation fee on the renovation design of the lobby and the office on the nineteenth floor."

"The amount is eight million eight hundred thousand."

"The recipient of the payment is Mingtang Space Design."

Qin Ruoxue said:

"I know that, continue."

Liu Chenghai scrolled down.

"The second expense is the risk control consulting fee."

"The amount is twelve million."

"The recipient of the payment is Xuanqing Cultural Consulting Co., Ltd."

Qin Ruoxue's eyes flickered.

"Specialized risk control consulting?"

"Who approved it?"

Liu Chenghai's forehead was beaded with sweat.

"Chairman Qin."

Everyone looked at Qin Yuanshan.

Qin Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said:

"Our company's project has defaulted. What are the issues with hiring an external risk management consultant?"

Qin Ruoxue sneered.

"Why didn't the risk control consultant go through the president's office?"

Qin Yuanshan remained silent with a sullen face.

Liu Chenghai continued his investigation.

The third expense is the corporate strategic transformation consulting fee.

"The amount is thirty million."

"The recipient of the payment is also Xuanqing Cultural Consulting."

Qin Ruoxue's voice grew even colder.

"Thirty million?"

"Is there anything else?"

Liu Chenghai dared not look at her.

"There's one more thing."

"It was just called out last week."

"It's nominally a crisis public relations and brand reshaping service fee."

"The amount is fifty million."

"The recipient of the payment..."

He paused for a moment.

"Still Xuanqing Cultural Consulting."

The lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Eight million eight hundred thousand.

Twelve million.

Thirty million.

Fifty million.

The total is nearly 100 million.

Qin Ruoxue stared at Qin Yuanshan.

"Second Uncle."

"A cultural consulting firm received nearly 100 million yuan from the Qin family."

"I, the CEO, knew absolutely nothing about it."

Qin Yuanshan forced himself to say:

"Special times call for special measures."

"The Qin family needs external resources."

Qin Ruoxue's face:

"What resources?"

Qin Yuanshan fell silent again.

Chen Bufan looked at Liu Chenghai.

"Investigate where this company's funds are going."

Liu Chenghai's fingers trembled.

Qin Ruoxue said:

"check."

Liu Chenghai had no choice but to continue.

Soon, his expression turned even more unpleasant.

"The funds were quickly distributed after they were deposited into the account."

"Some of it was transferred to several shell companies."

"Some were withdrawn in cash."

"There's still some..."

Qin Ruoxue asked, "Where did you go?"

Liu Chenghai swallowed.

"Transfer to a private account."

"Account name?"

Liu Chenghai looked at the screen, his voice tense.

"Xuan Qingzi".

The instant those three words came out.

The lights in the lobby suddenly flickered.

Snapped.

The black stone statues at the four corners simultaneously ooze a touch of dark red.

Qin Yuanshan clutched his right rib and let out a sudden scream.

"what!"

He knelt down on the ground.

The dark spot under his right rib seemed to come alive, and began to ooze black fluid.

Qin Ruoxue's face turned deathly pale.

Chen Bufan, however, only stared at the name on the financial system.

"Found it."

"The person who sets up the Seven Killings Formation."