novel bin Chapter 119 Your second uncle has some business to attend to; he'll die in a while.
Chapter 119 Your second uncle has some business to attend to; he'll die in a while.
Chapter 119 Your Second Grandfather Has Some Business to Take Care of, He'll Die Later
A deafening roar of thunder and lightning accompanied by torrential rain.
The night was as dark as ink, and the wind howled fiercely; the long-awaited thunderstorm had finally arrived.
Zhang Qing found an opportunity to leave alone, without going with the others.
The other party came to clean up, and he was one of their targets!
When Gu Bai returned to the hotel, the yang energy in the tea leaves had been stored up, and the aura of Tai Sui had also become stronger.
Standing by the window, I gazed at Wudang Mountain.
"Will the Thunderfire Refining Hall appear tonight?" Tai Sui was somewhat expectant; it also wanted to see this legendary spectacle.
Gu Bai shook his head and said, "What are you thinking? There's a lightning rod up there."
Tai Sui said irritably, "Then why are you even watching the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall?"
"We can wait until he takes it down," Gu Bai said. "That old turtle has the ability to generate rain and ice, so this weather is perfect for him. He'll naturally take down the lightning rod and then put it back on later."
For humans, dismantling a lightning rod is a hassle, but for a monster of the old turtle's caliber, it's a piece of cake.
"Go to sleep. I checked the weather forecast; it's going to be rainy and thundery for the next few days," Gu Bai said.
Tai Sui held his phone and continued watching the drama.
On a stormy night, the White Bone Demon slept soundly.
High-speed rail station.
"Wudangshan Station has arrived. Passengers, please disembark in an orderly manner."
The broadcast blared.
A handsome young man stepped off the high-speed train, listening to the deafening thunder, and said with a smile, "I'm lucky, I just arrived and it's already raining."
"Mount Wudang is full of lightning rods, so the Thunderfire Refining Hall that Young Master Yun was looking forward to probably won't appear."
A burly man carrying luggage said.
"Just tear it down. It's not like Zhang Qingguan hasn't been torn down before," the young man said.
The burly man said, "Zhang Qingguan might not have time lately. Wudang Mountain is not peaceful, so hopefully it won't affect us."
The young man said calmly, "If he can't handle it, then he doesn't deserve to be called a god. Ask the Second Master about it."
The burly man took out his phone and dialed a number: "Yes, it's us. Where is the old man buried?"
"What the heck?"
The burly man stared at his phone in astonishment: "Are you serious? Didn't they say he was cremated? Did the police notify you?"
"What's going on?" the young man asked, frowning.
The burly man hung up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young Master Yun, the death notice for your second master has been urgently withdrawn."
"What?" The young man was stunned. "Didn't you say it was supposed to be cremated? Can cremation be reversed?"
"The Public Security Bureau said they withdrew it." The burly man scratched his head.
He couldn't understand why the death notice for someone who had been cremated could be withdrawn.
What? A pile of ashes can be reassembled into a human?
"Someone who's been dead for two months can be urgently recalled? Is Zhang Qingguan some kind of god? Call the police station, I demand an explanation!" the young man roared.
The burly man dialed the phone: "Is this the Public Security Bureau?"
A gruff voice rang out: "I am Guo Jin from the Public Security Bureau. Please speak."
The burly man said, "I have a question. There was an old man named Zhuge Buliang who reported his death two months ago, but I just called the funeral home and they said he's not dead yet?"
Guo Jin thought for a moment and replied, "Oh, he has something to attend to. He'll die in a while. You can wait a bit."
"What do you mean? Wait a while before he dies? What did you do to him?" the burly man asked urgently.
Guo Jin asked sternly, "Who are you people? Why are you asking about him?"
Qin Dayou's use of the identity of Zhuge Buliang was agreed upon by Zhuge Buliang and the entire welfare home.
Although Qin Dayou doesn't spend every day with his children and is thinking of going back to retire, he has donated a portion of his earnings to the welfare home in the past two years.
The welfare home did not cancel the household registration.
Aside from those in the know, everyone knew that Qin Dayou was Zhuge Buliang.
Recently, more and more people have been inquiring about Zhuge Buliang.
Before getting on the bus, Qin Dayou mentioned something else: be careful of anyone who comes to inquire about Zhuge Buliang, as they may be after his relics, and you need to screen them carefully.
Thinking of this, Guo Jin became wary.
"We are family members," the burly man said.
"Another family member. I'll register you first. Come to the Public Security Bureau in half a month and we'll talk in detail," Guo Jin said.
"Registration? Half a month?"
Guo Jin: "You are the fifteenth family member. The Public Security Bureau is short-staffed, so we can only register you first."
The burly man: "??"
What? The fifteenth family member?
"Are you deliberately preventing us from recognizing the old man? What exactly do you want?" The burly man suppressed his anger.
"Once we confirm your kinship, we will naturally hand over his belongings to you."
"Didn't you say the death notice was withdrawn? How come there are still belongings?"
Guo Jin was silent for a moment: "Things are a bit complicated, but these don't conflict. Okay, I've already registered you. Is there anything else?"
The burly man's veins bulged: "Your name is Guo Jin, right? I'm going to file a complaint against you."
"I'm from Jiangcheng, a temporary worker."
"Your mom—"
Dudu stared at the phone that had been hung up, and the burly man nearly vomited blood in anger.
The young man's face also darkened: "Call the orphanage."
The burly man dialed the number, and an aged voice answered, "Who is it?"
"I am a relative of Zhuge Buliang. We contacted each other more than a month ago. You said his ashes are at the funeral home, right?"
The aged voice suddenly realized, "Yes, that's true. You should go to the police station and ask. I don't know the specifics."
"uncle----"
"We're getting old and afraid of being scammed, so we've entrusted everything to Guo Jin, the security chief of the Public Security Bureau."
The call ended again.
The burly man frowned deeply: "Young Master Yun, the orphanage said they've handed it over entirely to the Public Security Bureau. Would you like to go there now?"
"Let's find a hotel first, then we'll go to the orphanage tomorrow," the young man said with a gloomy face.
"Not going to the police station?"
"Go to hell! There's a queue, isn't there? Someone must have gotten here before us. Daring to covet my Second Master's belongings, they really don't want to live."
The young man's face turned ashen.
"Okay, I've booked the Qingyun Hotel. I'll take a taxi there now," the burly man said quickly.
Inside the hotel.
Yanran, the old turtle, and the Bodhisattva are eating fragments of canvas.
The chilling aura they spoke of was merely described as icy and cool.
Yang Xi yawned and glanced at his phone: "Guo Jin's message, yet another one inquiring about Zhuge Buliang."
"It's strange, nobody looked for this person when he was alive, but as soon as he died, a bunch of people came looking for him."
Gu Qingyi looked at the message and sneered, "They're probably after the belongings again."
"What exactly are Zhuge Liang's relics? Why are so many people interested in them? Are they priceless?" Yang Xi asked curiously.
"Only the two elderly people at the welfare home and Qin Dayou know the specifics," Gu Qingyi pondered. "It shouldn't be some priceless treasure, otherwise it would have been sold to support the welfare home long ago."
Old Wangba said, "That's not necessarily true. When Little Wangba was chatting with them, he mentioned that Zhuge Buliang wanted to sell it before he died, but Qin Dayou and the dean stopped him, saying that it couldn't be sold, so it was kept. I don't know the specifics."
Yanran's cheeks puffed out as she ate: "This awful stuff is so hard to chew! Who are these people?"
"How would we know who it is? We don't have time to worry about that now. Let's deal with Zhang Qing first, then we can talk about it." Old Wang stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth: "Yang energy tastes better. This stuff really tastes awful."
The Bodhisattva scoffed, "It's good enough that you can get food, yet you're complaining."
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