aircannonsinc 145. Your lungs are very healthy.
145. Your lungs are very healthy.
Behind the houses on both sides of the corridor, there was no life magnetic field of any living person, so in Jiang Chen's perception, this area was a blank space.
There isn't a single living person here. Is it because no one wants to rent it, or because it can't be rented out?
Jiang Chen was unaware that these houses were rented out, but in a different way, and the tenants were not living people, but rather urns and portraits of ashes.
That's how it is these days. In many places, a cemetery plot is less than one square meter, but it costs more than a house.
So some people simply buy a house and rent it out as a cemetery plot, and even rent it out as a mixed-use plot.
In a small room of a dozen square meters, hundreds of urns containing ashes are placed; in a house of a hundred square meters, thousands are crammed together.
The image of thousands of ghosts crammed together is too beautiful to imagine.
Moreover, there was more than one such house. The houses on both sides of the corridor, and even the dark and gloomy basement, were filled with countless urns, probably numbering in the tens of thousands.
This building is like a giant urn containing ashes.
It would be strange if the atmosphere were anything but pleasant, yet even so, the place remained perfectly calm, and Jiang Chen's Qi Observation Technique detected nothing unusual.
Zhao Hongyuan led Jin Peilin to the end of the corridor, to an iron gate.
Zhao Hongyuan knocked on the door three times in a specific rhythm.
Inside the door, a figure sat at the table; he was the Venerable One.
The room was very simple and clean, with no statues of gods or other items.
The Venerable One picked up his wine cup and took a sip.
His expression changed drastically, his body arched violently, and he burst into a tearing cough.
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
His cough was muffled and painful, and several mouthfuls of dark blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the table.
He seemed used to it, silently taking out a handkerchief and slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, then wiping the table clean.
After doing all this, he forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, and the sickly paleness on his face faded, restoring his unfathomable calm.
He straightened his robes, stood up, and opened the iron gate.
"Come in."
Zhao Hongyuan, standing outside the door, bowed respectfully and turned to Jin Peilin, saying, "Old Jin, the Venerable One is inside. Please go in."
After saying that, Zhao Hongyuan stepped aside without entering the room.
Jin Peilin looked at the man with a deep and profound aura in front of him, took a deep breath, and stepped into the room.
The iron gate closed behind him, and Zhao Hongyuan shook his head slightly and said softly.
"You can only blame your bad luck."
"This humble one, Jin Peilin, pays his respects to Your Excellency!"
As soon as Jin Peilin entered, he immediately knelt down on the ground, prostrating himself completely.
"Get up." The Venerable One's voice was gentle, revealing no emotion.
Jin Peilin dared not raise his head and remained kneeling on the ground.
"Jin Peilin's birth chart indicates he is born under the element of metal, but unfortunately, he lacks both water and wood. Metal without water rusts, and without wood, it becomes brittle. Hence, he has spent half his life in poverty and burdened with debt. Even the wife he finally found is incompatible with his fate. How tragic!"
The Venerable One spoke slowly and deliberately, revealing in one sentence the predicament and hardship that Jin Peilin had endured for half his life.
Jin Peilin lay on the ground and wailed, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and resentments of the first half of his life.
"Venerable One, you are a living deity! I beg you, I beg you to have mercy and save me!"
"I don't want to live like this anymore. I dream of getting rich and making something of myself!"
He cried and kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud.
"I beg Your Excellency to defy fate and change my destiny. I will do anything you ask me to do, as long as I can change my fate."
Jin Peilin didn't dare to look up, otherwise he would have seen the look of disgust on the Venerable One's face, though his tone remained gentle.
"Very well, seeing your sincerity, I'll help you this once. However, defying fate comes at a price; I need to take something from you..."
"I'm willing, I'm willing to pay any price!" Jin Peilin shouted without hesitation.
"it is good."
The Venerable One nodded, slowly extended his hand, and placed his index finger on Jin Peilin's brow.
A surge of icy energy instantly rushed in.
Jin Peilin froze, his body as if frozen, unable to move.
He was horrified to discover that he was not only unable to move, but also unable to make a sound; only his eyeballs could still move.
He saw the Venerable One take out a sharp blade that gleamed with a cold light from under the table.
He wanted to struggle, to shout, to beg for mercy.
But there was nothing he could do.
The Venerable One walked up to him expressionlessly and knelt down.
"Your element is metal, and metal governs the lungs. Your lungs are very good, really very good."
The cold blade sliced open Jin Peilin's chest.
Jin Peilin is conscious.
He could clearly feel the excruciating pain of his skin being cut open, his muscles being separated, and his ribs being broken.
He watched helplessly.
Looking at the Venerable One's hand, which reached into his chest cavity, he spoke his heart to him.
Excruciating pain and a feeling of suffocation exploded simultaneously. Jin Peilin's pupils dilated sharply, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and his life force began to dissipate.
The Venerable One, carrying the still-warm lung, walked to the glass wine jar in the corner and threw it in.
The wine mixed with blood, turning a deep red.
The other wine jars also contained other organs, and it was unknown how long they had been soaking; the contents had turned white.
Only after he had done all this did he open the door.
Zhao Hongyuan walked in with two of his men, and when he saw the corpse on the ground, his expression remained unchanged.
"Clean it up."
The Venerable One gave a brief instruction, then returned to the table, scooped a cup from the wine jar, and continued to savor it slowly.
Zhao Hongyuan's men worked quickly. One of them stitched up the corpse's chest, giving the deceased a final moment of dignity, while the other laid out a huge black plastic bag.
The body was quickly disposed of, bagged, and carried out.
Outside the tenement building, Jiang Chen, who had been maintaining his senses, saw the light representing Jin Peilin's life magnetic field in his mind completely extinguished.
died.
It was somewhat unexpected, but not entirely surprising.
Then he saw Zhao Hongyuan's two men carrying a heavy black plastic bag onto a black van without license plates.
Jiang Chen did not act rashly.
He watched the bread truck start up, drive out of the alley, and merge into the traffic.
Jiang Chen's figure flashed, and he followed silently.
The van eventually drove into the suburbs and stopped in a deserted field.
Zhao Hongyuan's men worked together to drag the heavy black plastic bag off the car and throw it into a pit that had been dug beforehand.
Then I picked up a shovel and quickly backfilled the area.
Throughout the entire process, they remained silent and their movements were practiced, clearly indicating that this was not the first time they had done something like this.
After doing all this, the two patted the dirt off their hands, tamped the soil down, and then quickly left.
Jiang Chen only emerged from the shadows when the van's taillights completely disappeared into the night.