Ch 289: Like Looking at a Bumpkin

“Are you ready?” Miao Yan asked with a deep gaze.

Song Chengan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He glanced at the person opposite him, whose undisguised, gloating expression revealed he was thoroughly enjoying the show.

He was a little regretful, but the atmosphere had been built up, so he had to watch.

Song Chengan took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and nodded.

The next second, Miao Yan walked up to him, raised his hand, and aimed for his eyes.

Song Chengan subconsciously dodged and asked warily, “What are you trying to do?”

Miao Yan paused, utterly speechless. “How can you see ghosts without opening your Yin-Yang Eyes?”

Song Chengan looked at the curtains. Couldn’t he see them just by drawing the curtains?

Miao Yan was even more speechless. “Sunlight is harmful to ghosts. This new ghost needs to be nurtured. It’s best to keep it out of the light.”

Song Chengan was silent for two seconds, but couldn’t help glancing at the opposite side.

Gu Qingyin had an incredulous expression, looking at him as if he were a bumpkin.

Song Chengan found it jarring, withdrew his gaze, and nodded again.

Miao Yan opened his Yin-Yang Eyes for him, then released Song Chengyun’s soul without another word.

Song Chengyun was still wearing the clothes he had on when he died, a wrinkled suit, a pale face, and black, empty eyes staring blankly ahead, but if you looked closely, there was no focus.

Most importantly, his toes were an inch off the ground…

Song Chengan froze for two seconds, then gasped sharply, almost fainting. When he came back to his senses, his heart was still pounding wildly, and all he could hear was “thump, thump, thump.”

This was Song Chengyun? Could this really be Song Chengyun?!

Song Chengan subconsciously looked at the projector, suspecting it was some advanced projection technology, but the conference room projector was off, and not even plugged in.

“Don’t doubt it, this is your brother,” Miao Yan said. “New ghosts are all like this at first, unless they have some great resentment. Otherwise, they have to wait until the seventh day after death to regain consciousness.”

Song Chengan’s two assistants exchanged glances, seeing unease in each other’s eyes. They didn’t have their Yin-Yang Eyes open, so they couldn’t see Song Chengyun’s ghost, but looking at President Song’s expression, could he really be seeing something?

The two subtly inhaled, could there really be ghosts in this world?

Miao Yan only let him look for a moment before taking it away. This ghost still needed to be nurtured, and it wasn’t good to let it out for too long.

Song Chengan didn’t stop him. When the curtains were drawn open and sunlight streamed in, he suddenly came back to his senses, feeling like he had just had a brief and absurd dream.

It was too unreal.

Song Chengan took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. After a long while, he said, “It shouldn’t be aimed at our family. There’s nothing like this in H Country.”

Gu Qingyin chuckled. “Just because you don’t know doesn’t mean others don’t. Look, you’ve lived in a daze for the past thirty years, and today you’ve suddenly touched the essence of things. How do you know others haven’t had the chance to discover it?”

Song Chengan was silent. That was true, he couldn’t be sure.

He reached his hand back, and his assistant very perceptively placed the file in his hand. He handed it to Gu Qingyin. “This is a list of the financial groups that have been long-term rivals of the Song Family. Not many, only three in total.”

Gu Qingyin didn’t even look at it, pushing it directly to Miao Yan.

This wasn’t her commission, helping out occasionally was fine, but she definitely wouldn’t get involved in the main part.

After all, it was rare to be a client.

Miao Yan read the information quickly. After a while, he looked up and asked, “Han Yunxi, he’s studying in China? And studying traditional Chinese culture?”

Song Chengan’s eyelids twitched. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t know if you’re clear on this,” Miao Yan said, looking at him with a light expression. “Many Chinese folk cultures have a mystical element. If he’s been attending class seriously, he couldn’t be completely ignorant of the inner world. Whether he believes it or not, he must know about it.”

Song Chengan followed his train of thought. If Han Yunxi knew and was interested, and then investigated carefully, with his financial resources, learning about the existence of the inner world would be easy.

“I’ll investigate,” Song Chengan asked. “Are there no problems with the other two families?”

Miao Yan shook his head. “I can’t see anything from the information. I’ll also investigate Zhao Xiaowei’s disappearance location as soon as possible to see if I can find other clues.”

Song Chengan got up, nodded to them, and left. He had an appointment with the funeral home for cremation today.

Once the outsider left, Miao Yan relaxed his held-up energy and looked at his idol with a smile. “Master Gu, can you do a retrospect? Can you check where she was before she was summoned back?”

Gu Qingyin sighed inwardly. She still had to work. Before she could respond, Huo Yunjing spoke up, “I’ll do it.”

Gu Qingyin relaxed instantly and leaned back in her chair.

Miao Yan was a little disappointed, but smiled and thanked him on the surface. “Thank you for your trouble.” He was very respectful.

Regardless of anything else, Huo Yunjing’s strength as a senior Ghost King deserved respect.

The curtains were drawn again, and Zhao Xiaowei’s ghost was released.

Huo Yunjing used ghost energy to construct a formation, using Zhao Xiaowei’s ghost as the core, and began to trace its origins.

Within the range of the formation, time began to flow backward, revealing chaotic images, changing rapidly, and finally freezing in a messy forest.

“What kind of forest is this?” Liu Ergou was confused. “There’s nothing distinctive about it. There are so many forests of all sizes across the country, how can you tell where it is?”

“No,” Gu Qingyin stared at the image, pondering. “The trees planted in different places are different. These kinds of trees are mostly found in the south.”

Liu Ergou still shook his head. “The range is still too big.”

Gu Qingyin took out her phone, took a picture of the image, and sent it to Miao Yan. “Look at the picture and find the place. We still need a professional.”

Miao Yan reacted and was a little skeptical. “Can it be done?”

Gu Qingyin put away her phone and pulled Huo Yunjing out. “You have to believe in the power of technology.”

Miao Yan felt something was wrong, but whatever his idol said must be right, so he would just do it!

With this kind of thing happening, the opening ceremony was naturally postponed. The VIPs who had received invitations but hadn’t arrived yet also received apology calls from the Huo Family. The compensation gifts were not lacking. Some with special status were notified by Xue Ning personally.

Gu Qingyin suddenly had free time and dragged Huo Yunjing around.

The resort was very large, and there was also a hunting ground set up next to it, specifically for wealthy people to experience the fun of hunting.

Of course, the animals in the hunting ground were all raised themselves, rabbits, sheep, and the most ferocious were wild pigs.

Gu Qingyin found it interesting and dragged Huo Yunjing in to play. Both of them were very skilled and proficient in many melee weapons, but they were a little unfamiliar with guns.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t been exposed to them, it was just that using them wasn’t as smooth as using melee weapons.

Before setting off to hunt, there would be a special coach to train them on how to use the hunting rifle. After the training was completed, they could change clothes, put on their equipment, and enter the venue, accompanied by professionals.

The resort hired very excellent veterans, so safety was absolutely guaranteed.

Gu Qingyin just wanted to play on a whim. Before going in, she never expected that there would be a pleasant surprise.

（End of Chapter）