"What kind of ability does this old man have to have killed so many wives? Just looking at Old Zhao's appearance, he doesn't seem like the type to be fatal to his wives. There must be some other tricky business going on."

I continued to ask about the identities and causes of death of those wives.

He Shang recounted the details to me, mentioning that there were nurses, female university students, models, actresses, dancers, and so on. They were all quite glamorous, but unfortunately, their lives were short, and their deaths were similar. They all died of illness.

Cheng Xinghe was amazed and asked, "All died of illness? That's quite rare. What did the families of these wives say when they saw their daughters die?"

He Shang sneered, "What could they say? They all came from humble backgrounds. As long as the compensation was sufficient, what more could they ask for? Besides, the autopsy results were normal, and they indeed died of illness. There was nothing more to be done but to blame their own children for having weak fortune."

Cheng Xinghe clicked his tongue and said, "So that's why people are still willing to marry their daughters to this old man, even though they know the risks? It's like knowingly walking into a tiger's den."

He Shang sighed, "To tell you the truth, I didn't understand before, but now I do. Poverty is more terrible than death. Right, guys?"

I didn't hear what He Shang said. I was just thinking that those brides couldn't have died of illness.

Dying of illness is considered a natural death. Since they all had family members burning joss paper for them, they should have followed the rules of the underworld and been reborn into a better life long ago. Why were they still lingering here?

Anyway, now that I could use my qi-observing ability a few more times, I took a closer look. Sure enough, I saw some faint black qi floating around.

People without resentment wouldn't produce malevolent qi. They all died unwillingly.

However, they didn't cause trouble like Zhang Liang did. Does that mean Zhang Liang had deeper resentment and died even more tragically?

I asked He Shang, "When did the current Mrs. Zhao marry into the family?"

He Shang replied that the wedding was held last year, and it had been almost a year now. However, this Mrs. Zhao was not an easy character and might not necessarily die.

Earlier, He Shang had mentioned to me that this woman was quite famous, so I asked him what he meant.

He Shang told me that Mrs. Zhao used to be a celebrity, but her family had fallen on hard times, and her situation was similar to his a while ago. However, being a beautiful woman, she didn't have to borrow money for food delivery like He Shang. Instead, she made her way back into high society, lowered herself, and shuttled between various wealthy men.

She was both beautiful and charming. Because of her good upbringing, she had skills that ordinary women didn't have, charming those wealthy men to no end. Many people competed for her affection and even fought in the business world just to be with her.

Unfortunately, despite spending a lot of money, none of them could truly get close to her, and the more they couldn't have her, the more they wanted her, becoming even more obsessed. Some men even committed suicide over her.

The wives of those men were furious, but since the goddess hadn't actually done anything with their husbands, they all called her a fox spirit - the queen of fox spirits.

The men loved this nickname, and it became her alias.

In the end, the old man, Mr. Zhao, won the competition and married the beautiful woman, much to the surprise of everyone. Why did she marry such a wife-killer? Wasn't she asking for death?

But their relationship was extremely good, envied by many.

He Shang summarized by saying that the combination of a lifelong wife-killer and an incredibly seductive fox spirit was unexpected but also perfectly matched. They were made for each other, and it saved them from harming others.

At this point, he asked, "Dude, didn't you come to investigate Zhang Liang's case? What does all this have to do with it? It's completely unrelated. I advise you to get down to business quickly. It would be quite embarrassing if that Han guy beats you to it."

When He Qizheng heard this, he also coughed and asked if we wanted to walk further inside.

At that moment, a charming voice sounded behind us: "Master, have you discovered anything?"

It was Mrs. Zhao, walking towards us like a willow swaying in the wind.

I made a few perfunctory remarks and said, "I still need to take a closer look. However, I have a bold request. Would it be convenient for me to see your bedroom with Mr. Zhao?"

If I remembered correctly, Zhang Liang was shot dead in her bedroom, and the vengeful spirits also appeared there.

After hearing these words, I noticed He Qizheng looking a bit nervous out of the corner of my eye. That's right, Zhang Liang should have been killed by him and his colleagues.

Mrs. Zhao was very accommodating: "Of course, it would be a bit troublesome for the master. By the way, I'm not feeling well and want to go back and rest."

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I nodded and casually said, "Does your headache bother you? Mint and white chrysanthemum tea can help."

Mrs. Zhao was taken aback: "How did you know I have a headache?"

The "matricide pillar" harms the lady of the house, causing headaches.

Mrs. Zhao was delighted, and one of her hands entwined around my arm like a vine: "I only knew that the master was famous in feng shui. I didn't expect you to have such high attainments in medicine too. If it's convenient, could you take a look at me? I've been troubled by headaches for a long time!"

She chose a good angle, making it seem like she was just excitedly seeking medical attention. However, I could feel that her nails were gently scraping the inside of my arm.

The force was like a playful cat's claw, tickling me in a pleasant way.

The nickname "fox spirit" was well-deserved.

I calmly withdrew my arm and said with a smile, "I only know a little bit about medicine. For professional matters, you still need to consult a doctor. I know a professor with exquisite medical skills. I'll introduce you to him another day."

Mrs. Zhao's hand missed its mark, and a flash of surprise passed through her exquisite peach blossom eyes. It seemed as if this was the first time her subtle hint had failed. But perhaps it was precisely because it was her first failed attempt that her eyes sparkled with interest in me.

Women, like men, often desire what they cannot have. To her, I seemed like a challenge.

She actually thought too highly of me.

It wasn't that I had strong willpower or could resist temptation in the face of beauty. It was just that my index finger was throbbing with pain, and I was afraid to approach her, or else I would have been just as enchanted as she intended!

Then, Mrs. Zhao turned to He Shanghe and smiled, "Young Master He, everyone was looking for you just now. I never expected to find you hiding from the drinks here. They're planning to make you drink three cups of punishment when you get back! I specially came to warn you, so how are you going to thank me?"

These words sounded harmless enough, but coming from Mrs. Zhao's mouth, they were incredibly seductive. Any other man would probably have been captivated.

But He Shanghe didn't have that kind of mindset. He was only thinking about his construction business and quickly thanked Mrs. Zhao before rushing back.

Mrs. Zhao leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Actually, I just didn't want too many people around to disturb the master's feng shui assessment."

The flirtatious meaning of these words was obvious to anyone.

I caught a glimpse of He Qizheng gnashing his back teeth and his expression darkening, as if he was envious and jealous of me but didn't dare to say anything.

When we arrived at Mrs. Zhao's boudoir, Cheng Xinghe saw a bowl of Swiss chocolate on the table and wanted to go inside even more than I did. But Mrs. Zhao coughed and looked at me, "Master, since this is my boudoir, perhaps those unrelated individuals should..."

Cheng Xinghe never expected to be considered an unrelated individual and was furious. I thought for a moment and gave Cheng Xinghe a meaningful look, asking him to wait outside and see if he could make any discoveries.

Although Cheng Xinghe was full of resentment, he had no choice but to squat outside and wait, stuffing his mouth with raisins from the banquet like a hamster.

He Qizheng's back teeth were clenched even tighter, but he didn't dare to make a sound due to his status. He stood outside the door like Cheng Xinghe, staring at me with increasingly dark eyes.

After entering the room, before I could even take a closer look, Mrs. Zhao exclaimed, "Oh no... I feel so dizzy. The room is spinning. Is that ghost coming out again? I'm so scared..."

My heart skipped a beat. Damn it, would Xiaoxiang lose her temper and kill the client? How would I establish myself in this industry then?

But I waited for half a minute, and nothing happened. Xiaoxiang didn't react.

It was strange. Earlier, when the lotus aunt grabbed my collar, Xiaoxiang threw her out. But when Mrs. Zhao threw herself into my arms, Xiaoxiang didn't react at all. Could it be that she also judged people based on their appearance?

The fragrant scent of Mrs. Zhao's body wafted towards me, truly embracing me with warmth and softness.

A sharp pain shot through my index finger again, waking me up instantly. I quickly disentangled myself and took a step back, saying, "Mrs. Zhao, you're very brave. Most people wouldn't dare to live in a house where someone had died."

Mrs. Zhao seemed surprised that I could control myself and almost fell to the ground. She barely managed to stand upright and stared at me with complex eyes before saying, "I have a clear conscience, so why should I be afraid? I've done nothing wrong."

She talked quite openly.

I was just about to assess the feng shui of the room when Mrs. Zhao suddenly grabbed me and said, "Master, I can see that you're a good person. That's why I want to ask for your help... Someone is trying to harm me!"

"I know," I quickly said. "I'm looking for that Zhang Liang..."

"It's not Zhang Liang!" Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth. "The one who's trying to harm me is..."

Just then, the Seven-Star Longquan suddenly trembled, and at the same time, the sound of breaking glass came from outside. Cheng Xinghe shouted, "Zhang Liang is here!"

Mrs. Zhao let out a cry and fell towards me again. I didn't want my index finger to suffer Xiaoxiang's wrath for nothing, so I pushed Mrs. Zhao's limp body onto the bed and ran outside. "Where is he?"

Cheng Xinghe pointed at the window and said calmly, "He's been behind the glass the whole time. He's been staring at you two and cursing. His eyes are about to pop out."

"What did he say?"

"Zhang Liang said that this bitch is so vicious. He was framed by her and can't swallow this injustice. Even if he disappears completely, he wants to clear his name. He also said that anyone who helps that bitch will die."

I immediately had a hunch. Could it be that Zhang Liang had stumbled upon some secret that was enough to get him killed?

I asked Cheng Xinghe to inquire about the specifics of the injustice.

Cheng Xinghe muttered a few ghostly words, but before he could finish, I suddenly felt a sharp aura rushing towards me. I immediately hugged Cheng Xinghe and dodged to the side. The cold, sharp aura missed us and sliced through the air where Cheng Xinghe had been speaking with Zhang Liang. There was a loud bang, and the intricately carved Suzhou glass of the window shattered!

Cheng Xinghe was still in shock and asked what was going on. I turned around and saw that it was indeed Han Dongliang, holding a thick whip in his hand. That last attack had come from him.

Cheng Xinghe stared at the whip and his eyes lit up. "Brother, that's a Mountain-Driving Whip! You're impressive."

"Are you underestimating me or what?"

"You're not underestimating him. He's just being a jerk," Cheng Xinghe retorted.

Legend has it that the Mountain-Driving Whip was a treasured item of the Jade Emperor. It could move mountains from one side to another and ward off evil spirits. Of course, it was no trifling matter.

It was unlikely that he could get his hands on the Jade Emperor's actual whip, but any talisman worthy of bearing that name couldn't be an ordinary one.

Han Dongliang sneered, "You think you know about the Mountain-Driving Whip? I guess I really did underestimate you."

"You're not underestimating us. You're just being a dog looking down on people," Cheng Xinghe retorted.

The Mountain-Driving Whip was wrapped in thick red malevolent qi. I was taken aback. It was red malevolent qi!

This kind of red malevolent qi could only be accumulated by destroying 999 evil spirits with a talisman. One strike from it could instantly annihilate an evil spirit!

He intended to completely obliterate Zhang Liang's soul!

I immediately asked Cheng Xinghe, "Where's Zhang Liang now?"

Cheng Xinghe looked around and quickly said, "He's on the roof!"

It seemed that Han Dongliang had also discovered Zhang Liang's whereabouts, as he swirled the Mountain-Driving Whip towards the roof. "Kid, if you destroy that evil spirit, I'll win this competition."