evil tycoon

More than half an hour later.

Swish!

A figure scrambled over the wall and entered.

"Hiss~~"

The person landed and swayed, staggering and leaning against the wall, letting out a painful groan.

The monkey's eyes widened.

Han Ping'an was stunned.

The person who arrived was Gu Ming.

Not only did they bypass the main gate and walk through the wall, but they were also left in a mess, with several footprints remaining on their clothes.

The worst part is the face.

Half of his face was swollen, and the bloody finger marks showed that the slap was really merciless.

Gu Ming's face was pale and bloodless, his aura was weak, and what was even more strange was that he was also covered with wisps of Yin energy.

Let alone Han Ping'an, even a seriously injured monkey could sense it clearly.

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It is absolutely true.

"this……"

The monkey's face was as white as paper, its lips trembled, and a barely concealed fear flashed in its eyes.

Han Ping'an's description of the grocery store owner suddenly came to mind.

His heart sank to the bottom.

It’s over.

"Ming-ge, you..." Han Ping'an was both shocked and bewildered.

Wait, what's going on here??

Who hit him?

Gu Ming gritted his teeth, limping as he glared fiercely at the monkey: "Damn it, you want to risk your life, huh? Besides risking your life, you also owe me five hundred taels."

"With all these injuries, five hundred taels isn't too much for me, is it?"

"..."

The monkey stared in disbelief: "No, not many."

"I owe it, I owe it."

Only after the words were spoken did I belatedly realize what had happened.

done?

Did the shopkeeper agree?

Indeed, he was ruthless.

What's five hundred taels if I can stay?

Gu Ming covered his face and said weakly, "Ping An, quickly get me some medicine, ouch, it hurts so much."

"That bastard has no sportsmanship, he's too ruthless."

"oh oh."

Han Ping'an wasn't sure if it was an act or not, so he hurriedly ran to get the medicine.

After a while.

The monkey was satisfied and had gone back to its house to rest.

Han Ping'an was applying medicine to Gu Ming in the front hall.

"Ming-ge, what happened? Did you really find Uncle Ping'an and have him beat you up?"

Gu Ming's injury was undeniably real.

Gu Ming grimaced: "No, how would I know where Lao Gu is? I asked a friend to beat me up."

"If you can't bear to lose the rabbit, you won't catch the eagle. These two blows I took look serious, but they're just superficial injuries. But that guy still owes me five hundred taels of silver."

Do you think he'll admit it or not?

"It still has to be Ming-ge."

Han Ping'an gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

Great.

The monkey was completely paralyzed by the trap.

If I owe another five hundred taels, I'll have to work for the shop until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

"That's about it."

"Let me calm down, then I'll go to where this guy hid his money and get the rest back—over a hundred taels."

Thinking about money made Gu Ming feel less pain.

In his excitement, the monkey immediately revealed where he had hidden the money.

Han Ping'an put away the ointment and looked at Gu Ming's disheveled appearance, almost unable to help but burst out laughing.

However, the monkeys have been dealt with for now.

That pile of stuff is now ready to use.

First, let's use the evil-gathering jar.

Gathering and nurturing negative energy takes time, so prepare in advance.

It was almost afternoon.

Han Ping'an stared at the control panel in the backyard, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

[Lifespan reduced by three]

[The Gathering Cauldron: Find a place where evil spirits are concentrated, place it inside, and it will gather evil shadows in seven days. The more concentrated the evil spirits, the faster the gathering. It consumes one hundred drops of blood to plant a mark on the Life Cauldron, and outsiders will not be able to see its secrets.]

He has 42 years left to live.

Han Ping'an ignored it and watched as the nick in the jar in his arms miraculously healed, becoming perfectly round again. He secretly marveled at the wonder of the Life Cauldron.

A thought crossed my mind.

The evil-gathering jar fell directly into the life-destiny cauldron.

"kind."

One hundred drops of blood disappeared.

I felt almost nothing.

Sensing the connection between himself and the Gathering Evil Jar, Han Ping'an seemed to be deep in thought.

This brand allows him to sense the location and movement of the jar from a great distance, and he will be able to detect it immediately if someone touches it.

The evil-gathering jar itself can sense evil influences. Simply take the jar to a place where evil influences are hidden and accumulated, and the jar will remind you through its branding.

Furthermore, preventing outsiders from investigating is a mark left by the Life Cauldron.

Han Ping'an estimated that no one could see through this disguise.

perfect.

"Next, we need to find a suitable location."

A place where evil spirits reside.

It's definitely not realistic to do it in the middle of nowhere.

Within the county, the execution ground.

dungeon.

"None of them are suitable."

Han Ping'an shook his head. This place was filled with malevolent energy, but there was no way to hide there.

"Zhengqi Street, Wuming Slope".

"There are many unclaimed corpses buried there for many years, and it is also a place for dumping corpses. Uncle Ping An also said that there are many yin and evil corpses there."

"Most suitable."

Han Ping'an's eyes lit up.

The unnamed slope is only a short distance from the shop; you can even see half of it from the shop's entrance.

Moreover, few people usually go there.

It's safe to say that aside from buying coffins and paper money, very few people would be so bored as to wander around Zhengqi Street.

That's so unlucky.

But Han Ping'an found this bad luck incredibly appealing.

"Let's go check out the nameless slope first."

Han Ping'an walked into the front hall, where Gu Ming was passing the time by reading a storybook.

"Ming-ge, I'm going out for a bit."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Gu Ming didn't ask him where he was going, he just gave him a word of advice.

Han Ping'an nodded slightly, left the shop, and walked along the street towards the back.

This is the first time I've visited Zhengqi Street since arriving in this world.

The street is neither large nor long, only about half the size of the wide, long streets in the county.

The shops along the street were all simple and not tall; some even had awnings on the side, filled with various kinds of paper money, funeral clothes, and other items.

"Tsk, they even have paper beauties."

Han Ping'an glanced at a corner under the opposite shed, where a row of paper beauties looked quite lifelike.

I can't help but picture a scene of a filial son crying and wailing as he burns paper money and beautiful women for his father.

As he continued on his journey, almost everyone he met recognized him.

Han Pingan recognized some of them, but couldn't quite place the names of others, and responded with a smile.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

The evil-gathering jar in the life cauldron shook violently seven or eight times.

There is an ominous influence.

Moreover, this level of power is not only extremely powerful but also incredibly fierce, beyond imagination.

Han Ping'an's facial muscles twitched, and he looked sideways at the coffin shop in front of him in disbelief.

The fluctuations from the energy-gathering jar pointed precisely to this shop.

Are you kidding me?

If a coffin shop might have malevolent energy, how could it have disturbed the energy-gathering jar to this extent?

But the Qi-gathering jar can never make a mistake.

This coffin shop is haunted!

Han Ping'an looked up at the signboard, his expression almost breaking down.

Puma Coffin Shop.

Puma?

In a daze, I dreamt of my past life.

Puma sells coffins.

and many more.

The character "彪"?

Han Ping'an's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the information he had revealed during his conversation with Uncle Yong and Uncle Wang at the door a few days ago.

Old Biaozi.

Yes, this shop belongs to Lao Biaozi.

The shop was dark and gloomy, giving it a sinister feel.

Han Ping'an hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

The moment I stepped into the shop, I felt a chill in the air.

The first thing you see inside are rows of coffins, some large and some small, all dark in color. However, some of them seem to be made of different types of wood, with slight differences in the depth of color, such as black, brown, and dark purple.

It's creepy.

At the same time, the evil-gathering jar vibrated even more violently. If the source of evil could be found and placed here, it would probably gather an evil shadow in less than a day.

At that moment, a curtain was lifted from behind, and a person walked out.

He looked much older than Gu Ping'an, with a burly build and many wrinkles on his face.

"Safety?"

"What brings you here, kid? Did Old Gu need something?" Old Biaozi asked, looking surprised.

"Uncle Biao, Uncle Ping'an isn't at the shop. I just came out for a stroll and looked around." Han Ping'an offered a lame excuse.

Old Biao grinned upon hearing this, his face crinkling with wrinkles that looked rather strange and eerie in the dim light, sending chills down Han Ping'an's spine.

"Look around as you like."

"The one thing we have in abundance is coffins."

"If you want to prepare something for someone else, remember to come here. I guarantee they'll be satisfied."