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When Uncle Qin fell to the ground, no one in the ancestral hall dared to approach him.

He was facing upwards.

His eyes were wide open.

Blood was everywhere in his nostrils, mouth, eyes, and ears.

Blood streamed down his cheek, quickly spreading a small patch of dark red on the floor tiles.

Just minutes before, he was cursing Chen Bufan as a liar.

They also said that Chen Bufan had buried the pottery jar beforehand.

Now, he lay there, his chest heaving violently, and a sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.

He didn't die.

But he only had half a life left.

The Qin family members in the ancestral hall were all terrified.

Those who were just clamoring to fire pottery jars are now backing away one by one.

No one dared to approach the black ceramic jar anymore.

The earthenware jar still sits in front of the coffin.

The blood-red character for "debt" on the jar looked as if it had just been redrawn in blood.

It was blindingly red.

Qin Ruoxue stood there, stunned.

She watched as her fourth uncle reached out and touched the jar.

I watched with my own eyes as blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Even the strongest rationality cannot remain completely calm in the face of such a scene.

Uncle Fu asked in a trembling voice:

"Mr. Chen, is there any hope for Fourth Master?"

Chen Bufan glanced at Qin's fourth uncle on the ground.

"He won't die."

The Qin family had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Bufan added another sentence:

"But in this lifetime, don't even think about touching the Qin family's money again."

Everyone's faces froze.

Qin Ruoxue approached Chen Bufan and asked:

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bufan said:

"The money jar acknowledges the debt."

"The deeper one's greed for this wealth, the heavier the backlash will be."

"How much profit has this fourth uncle enjoyed from the Qin family over the years?"

Qin Ruoxue looked at the man on the ground.

"Quite a few."

"He owns shares in a Qin family subsidiary."

"They distribute tens of millions in dividends every year."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"That's right."

"He wasn't trying to destroy the can just now."

"They want to destroy the debt."

"But he already had the Qin family's debts on him."

"The debt hasn't been repaid, but the contract has already been signed."

"It would be strange if there wasn't blood."

Inside the ancestral hall, the Qin family members felt their scalps tingle.

Someone couldn't help but whisper:

"And what about us?"

"We didn't touch the pottery jar."

"This was something the old man did back then, what does it have to do with us?"

This statement was like opening a floodgate.

Immediately someone echoed:

"Yes, the old man buried the money jar."

"We have no idea."

"I was just a kid back then, why should I be held responsible?"

"Exactly, go find whoever borrowed it."

"Everyone in the Qin family has contributed to their business over the years; how can you say it was all borrowed?"

Third Grandfather also spoke up:

"Mr. Chen."

You need to be reasonable when you speak.

"Even if the old man did something back then, it was his decision alone."

"The descendants of the Qin family were unaware of this."

"Ignorance is no excuse."

Chen Bufan slowly raised his eyes.

"Ignorance is no excuse?"

He walked to the earthenware jar, bent down, and picked up the yellow paper.

The names of Qin family descendants were written densely on the yellow paper.

Some were crossed out with black lines.

Some of them have a red dot next to them.

Some were still clean.

But every name is on paper.

"Where did you get the house you're living in?"

No one spoke.

"Where did you get the shares you hold?"

The ancestral hall is quieter.

"Where does the dividend you receive each year come from?"

The Qin family members' expressions grew increasingly grim.

Chen Bufan's voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone feel suffocated.

"The Qin family was on the verge of bankruptcy twenty years ago."

"If it weren't for this money-borrowing jar, the Qin family would have already fallen apart by then."

"You stand here today, adorned with gold and silver, driving luxury cars, and sharing shares, yet you claim to know nothing about it."

"Can."

He held up the yellow paper.

"But every penny you've earned over the years is stained with blood debts."

As soon as those words were spoken, the ancestral hall fell into complete silence.

Qin Ruoxue looked up at Chen Bufan, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She wanted to argue.

That's undeniable.

She truly didn't know about the Qin family's money-borrowing jar from back then.

She was not involved in Old Master Qin's transactions.

But she enjoyed the Qin family's wealth.

She attends the best schools.

Live in the best house.

Take over the Qin Group.

Standing in a position that countless ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

If these things were truly obtained by the Qin family at the cost of their lives, then she is not entirely innocent.

The Qin family members began to shift blame onto each other.

"Qin Yuanshan definitely knows about this!"

"Yes, he recently sought out Xuan Qingzi to make arrangements, which means he already knew the Qin family had problems."

"Who served the old man back then? Uncle Fu, you must know something!"

Uncle Fu was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"I don't know!"

"The old man really didn't want anyone to touch that black box when he was alive."

"But I really didn't know the money jar was buried underground."

"Don't wrong me!"

Then someone looked at the third grandfather.

"Third Uncle, you and the old man were the closest back then."

Were you there when that gentleman came to the old house?

Third Grandfather seemed to have choked on something, coughing violently for a while. After finally stopping, he immediately shouted:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I was out of town at the time!"

"Don't pin this on me!"

Qin Ruoxue watched them pass the buck and was truly speechless.

Just now they were saying that the Qin family was one.

Now that things have really gotten to this point, everyone is trying to absolve themselves of all responsibility.

Even the fourth uncle on the ground was ignored.

Chen Bufan didn't stop them from arguing. With a flick of his finger, he drew a talisman and stuck it on his fourth uncle's arm.

Uncle Si suddenly convulsed twice and fainted.

"It can keep him safe for the time being."

Qin Ruoxue gestured to Uncle Fu to have his men carry Fourth Uncle out. Several of Fourth Uncle's family members also followed, grumbling and cursing.

Seeing this, everyone finally calmed down.

After dealing with his fourth uncle, Chen Bufan sat down cross-legged and looked at the black pottery jar.

The black markings on the surface of the pottery jar became clearer after Fourth Uncle touched it.

Previously, there were only a few faint lines.

Now, those patterns, as if awakened by blood, are slowly emerging.

Slender.

coil.

Circle after circle.

It is more complete than the ghost money in Shen Qingyue's red cloth bag.

It is more complete than the ancient bronze coins of the Wang family.

It is also deeper than the black demonic traces left by Xuan Qingzi.

wrong.

This could not possibly be Xuan Qingzi's work.

Xuanqingzi's Seven Killings Stealing Wealth Formation.

It can also cause negative energy to counteract negative energy.

But his strategy was too superficial.

Ruthless enough, but lacking in substance.

But this money-borrowing jar is different.

It had been buried for over twenty years.

The contract hasn't been broken yet.

The debt is still being collected.

They could even nail the descendants of the Qin family to yellow paper, generation after generation.

This is not something an ordinary warlock could do.

It's not something a social media influencer like Xuan Qingzi can touch.

Qin Ruoxue suppressed her emotions and cleared her throat.

"Mr. Chen."

"What do we do now?"

Chen Bufan glanced at her.

She looked terrible.

You could even see that she was trembling slightly.

But they did not run away.

This made Chen Bufan's evaluation of her slightly higher.

At least, she didn't try to distance herself from the situation like the other members of the Qin family.

"Are you scared?"

Qin Ruoxue remained silent for a moment.

"Afraid."

She looked at the yellow paper covered with the names of the Qin family members and couldn't help but shiver again.

"I used to think that the Qin family's money came from business competition."

"Even if there are unclean areas, it's just a business tactic."

"But now they're suddenly telling me that there are murders behind this money."

Her voice lowered.

"I don't know how to face this."

The Qin family members reacted differently upon hearing this.

Some people feel guilty.

Some people are dissatisfied.

Some people think she went to unnecessary lengths.

Chen Bufan had no intention of comforting her.

They didn't say, "It's not your fault."

It also didn't say "you are innocent".

He only said:

"Only by knowing where the debt came from can you know how to repay it."

Qin Ruoxue's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a lifeline.

"Can you pay it back?"

"able."

Chen Bufan's next words made her heart sink again.

"But it depends on whether the Qin family is willing to part with it."

Qin Ruoxue asked:

"Give up what?"

Chen Bufan looked at the Qin family members in the ancestral hall.

"Giving away wealth."

"Relinquish power."

"Let go of things you shouldn't have taken over the years."

Upon hearing this, the Qin family's expressions immediately changed.

"On what grounds?"

"The Qin family's money belongs to the Qin family; why should they give it away?"

"The company has just stabilized, and you're asking the Qin family to spend money? What will happen to the Qin Corporation then?"

"Is this going to bankrupt the Qin family?"

"Ruoxue, you can't listen to him!"

"He's an outsider, of course he can make it sound so easy!"

Qin Ruoxue ignored them.

She just looked at Chen Bufan.

"What if you can't bear to part with it?"

Chen Bufan pointed to the bloodstains left on the ground where his fourth uncle had just left his blood, which had begun to congeal and turn black.

"If you can't bear to part with someone, then he's an example."

The ancestral hall fell silent once more.

"Not a single one will escape."

No one dared to speak again.

Chen Bufan turned his head and glanced at the crowd. Everyone whose gaze fell on him looked away, and some even ran away.

He shook his head inwardly, turned around, and re-examined the pottery jar in front of him.

He didn't touch the jar again, but instead used a vermilion pen to gently remove the black soil around the bottom of the jar.

The black soil is very wet.

There was also a faint smell of decay.

Qin Ruoxue also squatted down.

"What are you looking for?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Signature".

"Signature?"

"It's impossible for such a 'borrowing jar' not to have a name recorded on it."

"You mean, the people who helped the Qin family borrow money back then left their names?"

Chen Bufan said:

"It may not be their real name."

"But it will definitely leave a mark on the door."

He stuck two yellow talismans on his hands, lifted the pottery jar, and placed it sideways against the octagonal table in the main hall.

After removing the last layer of black soil, the bottom of the pottery jar was finally revealed.

It's not flat there.

Instead, it was engraved with two characters.

The text is very small.

It was engraved very deeply.

It looked like someone had painstakingly carved it in stroke by stroke with the tip of a knife.

Qin Ruoxue covered her nose and leaned closer to take a look.

"Immortality?"

Many members of the Qin family in the ancestral hall heard this and gathered around.

What does "immortality" mean?

"A person's name?"

"Company name?"

"Or is it a Buddhist name?"

Chen Bufan stared at those two words.

It felt like something was gently pressing down on my chest.

longevity.

Lu Changsheng.

Changing one's fate.

The Chen family's old case.

nameless.

Many lines that were originally scattered suddenly took a colder direction at this moment.

Xuanqingzi is certainly not the source.

He's just a lackey.

They weren't even considered true insiders.

The Qin family's money-borrowing jar is the real old thing.

Chen Bufan patted the dirt off his clothes, and Qin Ruoxue noticed a change in his expression.

"Mr. Chen."

"Who is this Changsheng?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

Just then, the three black copper coins on the table suddenly vibrated simultaneously.

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next second.

A muffled sound came from Old Master Qin's coffin.

thump.

It sounded like something was knocking on the coffin lid from inside.

The color drained from the faces of everyone in the ancestral hall in an instant.

Qin Ruoxue turned her head slowly, incredulous.

From the crack in the coffin, a wisp of black smoke slowly emerged.

Chen Bufan stared at the black mist.

"It's not Xuan Qingzi."

"This debt has a real creditor."

"They're here."