Chapter 17: The Titan Pays Respects, The Blood Well Swallows People
Creeeak— The sound of tal grinding ca from overhead.
One of the steel cables of that hundred-pound crystal chandelier snapped without warning, causing the entire fixture to tilt.
"Look out!" Su Qingge scread.
Zhou Ying had not yet recovered from the shock of being betrayed; she looked up at the falling giant shadow, her legs turning to jelly, unable to move a single step.
Just as the chandelier was about to smash into the crown of her head.
Zhang Xuanyao reached out, grabbed Zhou Ying by the back of her collar, and yanked her backward.
Bang!! A massive roar echoed through the hall.
Crystal shards splattered everywhere, hitting the tiled floor with a crisp shattering sound.
The chandelier smashed heavily onto the spot where Zhou Ying had just been standing, gouging a pit into the floor.
A cloud of dust rose up. The entire room went deathly silent.
Lin Manman scread in terror and crouched on the ground, covering her head. Su Qingge covered her mouth, her face deathly pale.
Zhou Ying slumped on the ground, less than ten centiters from the pile of debris.
A flying shard of crystal sliced her cheek, and blood dripped down her chin onto her white silk skirt.
She stared blankly at the shattered chandelier, then looked up at Zhang Xuanyao, who was brushing dust off his cuffs.
"Help... help ..." Zhou Ying's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, trembling violently.
Zhang Xuanyao finished his last sip of cola and tossed the empty can into the trash bin nearby, landing it perfectly.
"There's no need to eat the check; it's too hard and bad for your stomach."
Zhang Xuanyao looked down at her, his tone indifferent: "Go back and check your company's accounts. Wu Jianguo might have taken more than just that 30% stake. If you move fast, you might still be able to intercept him at the airport."
Zhou Ying snapped back to reality. Ignoring the injury on her face, she scrambled to her feet and bowed deeply to Zhang Xuanyao.
"Great Master... I'm sorry! I was blind! I... I'll go right now!"
She picked up her broken phone and rushed out of the police station hall like a madwoman.
Lin Manman stood there, so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor. She looked at Zhang Xuanyao with eyes full of terror and awe, not daring to say another word.
【Ding! Zhou Ying's destiny changed, major property loss averted.】
【Obtained shock value from those present: 5000.】
The crisp voice of the System rang in Zhang Xuanyao's mind. He felt smug inside, yet his face remained as inscrutable as ever.
"Layperson Su, let's go." Zhang Xuanyao turned and strode toward the door.
Su Qingge hurriedly followed, taking steps twice as fast as usual, afraid of being left behind.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked at the entrance of the police station. The driver opened the door, and Su Qingge invited Zhang Xuanyao to sit in the back seat, then sat down right next to him.
Inside the car, Su Qingge stared at Zhang Xuanyao's profile, her burning gaze almost setting him on fire.
"Great Master, you said earlier that the land south of the city... has sothing underground?" Su Qingge lowered her voice, her tone full of curiosity.
Zhang Xuanyao closed his eyes to rest, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. "That is a Ten Thousand Corpse Pit." Zhang Xuanyao spat out the four words.
Su Qingge's breath hitched, and her body involuntarily shrank closer to Zhang Xuanyao. "A Ten Thousand Corpse Pit? Wasn't that place an old factory area before?"
"Beneath the factory area is an ancient battlefield from several hundred years ago. The resentnt was sealed underground and was originally at peace. But if you start excavating and disturb what's beneath the earth, everything within a few miles will beco a cursed land."
Zhang Xuanyao opened his eyes and looked at Su Qingge: "Although your five hundred million went down the drain, you preserved the Su Group's century-old foundation. This deal is not a loss."
Su Qingge nodded repeatedly: "Not a loss! Definitely not a loss! I already had my secretary transfer the five million over just now; you must accept it, Great Master."
"That is a repair fee; I will naturally accept it." Zhang Xuanyao turned his head and looked at the retreating street scenery outside the window.
"Layperson Su, just drop off at the intersection ahead."
"Huh?" Su Qingge was stunned, "Are you not returning to Mount Longhu?"
"I am hungry; I need to go eat sothing good." Zhang Xuanyao pointed to a five-star hotel not far away. "And, by the way, et an old friend."
Su Qingge followed his finger and saw an old man in a gray gown standing at the hotel entrance, holding a compass and looking around anxiously.
That was the titan of Heng City's Feng Shui world, Jiang Yuanshan, known as "Half-City Jiang."
Jiang Yuanshan started his apprenticeship late, but he had learned every bit of the Patriarch's abilities.
Zhang Xuanyao started his apprenticeship early, but he was always fooling around and not doing his proper work, thinking about what to eat for lunch in the morning and what to eat for dinner at noon.
Zhang Xuanyao had only learned about seventy or eighty percent of the Patriarch's teachings.
Su Qingge was shocked. Even Jiang Yuanshan was waiting for him here? What exactly is this Master Zhang's background?
The Rolls-Royce pulled up smoothly at the hotel entrance. The door opened, and Zhang Xuanyao stepped out.
Jiang Yuanshan, who had been pacing anxiously at the hotel entrance, saw Zhang Xuanyao and his eyes lit up instantly; he trotted over.
His speed didn't look like that of a man in his seventies at all.
"Junior Martial Uncle! You've finally arrived!"
Jiang Yuanshan ran up to Zhang Xuanyao and, without a word, bowed ninety degrees.
Su Qingge, who hadn't yet had the chance to get out of the back seat, froze in place.
Half-City Jiang. In Heng City, from the wealthiest tycoons to the common street folk, who didn't know the na of Jiang Yuanshan?
He was a Feng Shui Grandmaster whom many people couldn't even et if they begged him on their knees.
Now, he was actually calling this young man in his early twenties... Junior Martial Uncle?
Zhang Xuanyao looked at Jiang Yuanshan in front of him and frowned slightly: "Old Jiang, didn't I tell you to wait in the hotel? Why are you wandering around on the main road?"
Jiang Yuanshan straightened his back, his old face full of bitterness.
"Junior Martial Uncle, sothing huge has happened. If I had waited any longer, I fear Heng City would have been turned upside down."
As he spoke, he looked at Su Qingge, who was getting out of the car. Jiang Yuanshan was stunned for a mont, then recognized the person in charge of the Su Group.
"President Su? How are you with..."
"Layperson Su dropped off." Zhang Xuanyao explained casually, then turned to look at Jiang Yuanshan. "Tell , what happened to that land?"
Zhang Xuanyao sneered. "Nine Dragons Guarding? That is Nine Ghosts Pulling a Coffin."
He glanced above the hotel. The originally clear sky had sohow been covered by a faint layer of gray. That was the Death Qi drifting over from the south of the city.
"When the first shovel went down, what happened?" Zhang Xuanyao asked.
Jiang Yuanshan shivered. "They dug up a well. A blood well."
"The water inside was red and slled foul. The excavator driver went mad on the spot and drove the machine into the deep pit. President Qin Hu didn't believe in evil; he had people seal the well and continue digging, but as a result..."
Jiang Yuanshan swallowed hard: "As a result, those workers who filled the well all vanished."
"What do you an by 'vanished'?" Su Qingge pressed.
"Exactly what it sounds like." Jiang Yuanshan's voice trembled: "Neither alive nor dead, no bodies found. They just disappeared right next to the wellhead in front of everyone's eyes."
Su Qingge gasped, her hands and feet turning cold. If she hadn't t Zhang Xuanyao today. If she hadn't followed his advice to withdraw from the bid. Then the missing workers would likely be employees of the Su Group. And she would be facing an abyss from which there is no return.
"Take to see it." Zhang Xuanyao put away his carefree deanor.
"Junior Martial Uncle, now?" Jiang Yuanshan hesitated.
"President Qin Hu has a violent temper. He is furious about this matter right now and has sealed off all news about the construction site. If we go over, I'm afraid he'll treat us as troublemakers."
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