General of the Heavens

"Is Uncle Nine here? I'd like to see him." Ning Chen forced a slight bow, suppressing his awkwardness. Wen Cai looked Ning Chen up and down, judging from his attire, he must be a big sheep-headed man…

Pshaw! He's a big customer!

"Looking for my master? Come with me!"

Without saying a word, Wen Cai led Ning Chen through the door. Passing by several rooms, the doors were wide open, and more than a dozen coffins were clearly visible.

Ning Chen silently prayed that seeing the coffin would bring him wealth…

"Master, someone wants to see you!"

From a great distance, Wencai was shouting loudly. The door to the innermost room opened gently, revealing the iconic unibrow—it was undoubtedly Uncle Nine.

"Who is this...?" Uncle Nine asked hesitantly.

Just as Wen Cai was about to spout nonsense, Ning Chen quickly said, "My name is Luo Xiang. My luck has been bad in recent years. I would like to ask Uncle Jiu to take a look at the feng shui of my family's ancestral graves to see if there is any problem."

"For feng shui consultations, two silver dollars are the minimum!"

Before Uncle Jiu could speak, Wen Cai's eyes lit up. He held up two fingers in front of Ning Chen, looking greedy.

"You bastard! Who gave you the right to interrupt?" Uncle Nine smacked Wen Cai on the head and then bowed apologetically to Ning Chen.

"Mr. Luo, please don't be offended. My apprentice is useless, but rest assured, I'll take care of the feng shui of your family's ancestral graves. I won't charge much, just two silver dollars!"

"Haha! Uncle Jiu, you're too kind! Money is no problem, don't worry. If it really is a feng shui issue, I won't mind spending any amount of money!"

Ning Chen said generously, "With two hundred silver dollars in hand, I'm a rich man wherever I go." Uncle Jiu packed up and set off with Ning Chen.

Peach wood sword, Taoist robe... fully equipped!

Following the path, Uncle Jiu, Wen Cai, and Ning Chen spent quite a bit of time before finally arriving at the grave of Luo Xiang's father, the predecessor of the original.

There were already seven or eight strong men there with tools, waiting, which surprised Uncle Nine. It seemed as if Ning Chen was certain that there was a problem with the feng shui.

However, Uncle Nine didn't think too much about it. What if Ning Chen was a cautious and meticulous person? It would be reasonable to take precautions.

"Uncle Jiu, look, this is my father's grave. More than 20 years ago, when I was still young, my uncles and elders took care of the funeral arrangements."

Later, all my uncles and aunts passed away one after another. The feng shui master back then said this was a treasure land, but over the years, my family has declined considerably. So, is there something wrong with the feng shui?

Ning Chen talked nonsense to Uncle Jiu with a straight face, while Wen Cai wandered around the tomb like a thief.

"The feng shui is good. If I'm not mistaken, this burial site should be called the 'Dragonfly Skimming Water' site. It's 34 feet long, but only 3 feet are usable; it's 13 feet wide, but only 4 feet are usable. Therefore, the coffin cannot be laid flat; it must be buried according to the proper burial rites!"

Ning Chen gave a thumbs-up, full of admiration, and said, "Amazing, Uncle Nine! It's exactly as you said it; you're absolutely right, just like that feng shui master from twenty years ago!"

"Master, what is a legal burial? Could it be a French-style funeral?" Wencai leaned closer and asked, looking rather dazed.

Uncle Nine revealed the secret of the Dragonfly Skimming Water Point technique in one sentence. He was intentionally showing off his true skills, with the aim of demonstrating his abilities to Ning Chen.

The moment you ask a question, your sophistication drops!

"Law my foot! Shut your mouth!"

Ning Chen retorted disdainfully, "They're buried upright!"

"Oh, right, that feng shui master once said: If the ancestors are buried upright, the descendants will definitely be great!" Ning Chen said at this moment.

Uncle Nine asked jokingly, "Is it effective or not?"

"This..." Ning Chen's expression turned somewhat grim. "Our family business has been getting worse and worse over the past twenty years, so could there be a problem with the feng shui?"

"I think the feng shui master has a grudge against your family!"

Uncle Nine's expression was resolute as he said in a deep voice, "Did the old master have some kind of grudge against him before his death?"

Ning Chen's eyes darted around, and he said sheepishly, "I heard that this burial site originally belonged to a feng shui master, but my father knew it was a good spot and bought it for a high price..."

"It was just an offer of bribes, not coercion?" Before Ning Chen could finish speaking, Uncle Nine interrupted him, staring intently at him.

Ning Chen felt awkward under Uncle Jiu's intense gaze. The words of explanation he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he could only smile awkwardly and remain silent.

"So, what does Uncle Nine say we should do?"

Uncle Nine stroked his chin and said, "Open the coffin!"

Ning Chen was overjoyed, because this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for! All of this was part of Ning Chen's plan!

This tomb is not the tomb of Luo Xiang's father at all, but the tomb of Ren Fa's father, the richest man in Renjia Town!

As for how it became Luo Xiang's father's grave?

That all started with the last time Ning Chen burned paper money for him. After burning the paper money, Ning Chen patted his butt and was about to go down the mountain when he suddenly discovered Old Master Ren's grave!

This is a golden opportunity for Ning Chen!

Without hesitation, he went down the mountain, spent fifty silver dollars, hired five men, and overnight switched the tombstone of Old Master Ren with the tombstone of Luo Xiang's father!

Ten silver dollars per person. Although it was a bit immoral, there were plenty of people willing to do it, and it went smoothly.

This whole stunt was a sudden inspiration from Ning Chen, popping into his head in an instant. As for whether those few men would betray Ning Chen...

It's only a matter of time, but by then, Ning Chen will have long since disappeared. If Uncle Jiu can catch up with him in another world and beat him up, Ning Chen will truly accept it!

……

"The offerings have already been made, can we start construction now?" At this moment, a strong and burly man walked over and respectfully asked Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine nodded, indicating that they could begin, while he walked to the side and watched them dig the grave with Ning Chen and the others, completely at ease.

With seven or eight men working together, the coffin of Old Master Ren was dug out in no time. Uncle Jiu, dressed in a Taoist robe, performed another ritual.

Ning Chen waited and waited, and finally the coffin was opened. With Uncle Jiu's approval, several men obeyed the order and stepped forward to open the coffin. However, a strange change suddenly occurred!

The birds in the forest seemed to be startled by something terrifying, and they all took flight. Several loud caws could be heard nearby.

In traditional beliefs, crows have always been an ominous symbol! A sky full of crows, their cawing deafening, is considered a sign that something big is about to happen.

Uncle Nine responded softly, saying, "When the coffin was opened, birds took flight in fright, and crows cawed loudly. This is an ominous sign! A bad omen!"

Ning Chen seconded, "A very bad omen!"

The young people acted quickly; before they knew it, the coffin had been opened, and a thick aura of death emanated from it.

Ning Chen was the first to be affected; the smell almost made him vomit up the food he had last year…

After the stench of the corpse dissipated, everyone stepped forward and peered inside, revealing the body inside the coffin. Despite being twenty years old, it showed no signs of decay.

Ning Chen knew it was time for him to take the stage, so he immediately knelt down and cried, "Father, I've disturbed you, I'm truly an unfilial son."

However, Ning Chen was the type to make a lot of noise but never actually cry; there wasn't a single tear on his face, after all, it was just a formality.

After feigning crying and wailing for a while, Ning Chen stood up, looking refreshed, and asked his Ninth Uncle beside him, "Ninth Uncle, is the tomb still usable?"

Uncle Nine stared intently at the corpse in the coffin for a while before snapping out of his reverie and saying, "Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it touches the same spot repeatedly, but never in the same place. This acupoint is ruined."

"What should we do then?" Ning Chen asked anxiously.

Uncle Nine replied, "I propose we cremate them on the spot!"

"Cremation? Sure!" Ning Chen agreed immediately!

Uncle Nine: "..."

Then, to everyone's disbelief, the zombie whom Uncle Nine believed to be Luo Xiang's father, who was actually still an unawakened zombie, vanished into thin air.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have completed the system task. Please return to the main world within one hour!" The system's cold voice sounded at the right time.

Ning Chen mentally applauded his own cleverness, then gave Uncle Nine twenty silver dollars. Uncle Nine, clutching the large sum of money, reluctantly took his leave.

After dealing with the aftermath, Ning Chen went to a secluded place, communicated with the system, and then flashed back to the main world.

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