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The case was eerily similar to the one involving Lin Zhi. After we finished giving our statements, the police let Wang Jun and me go.
On the way back, Wang Jun seemed lost, his head hung low as if deep in thought. I felt increasingly certain that this was clearly a setup, an attempt to manipulate the feng shui for some twisted gain.
But this was utterly insane. Originally, there were four pillars in place, plus a newly constructed one, forming the Five Ghosts Wealth Formation. While this formation had some effect, it surely wouldn’t have a decisive impact on such a large electronics company. If it truly worked, wouldn’t everyone just set up a formation and become rich?
Moreover, the sinister aspect of this formation required the sacrifice of five young women. It operated on immense resentment, and two lives had already been lost. Did they really intend to kill three more innocent lives?
“Brother Wang, has your company been experiencing any issues lately?” I asked, puzzled.
Wang Jun continued to walk like a zombie, not responding to my question. I couldn’t stand his attitude, so I stepped forward and turned his face toward me. “Do you still want to avenge your colleagues? If so, you need to cooperate with me. Who are you putting on this pathetic act for? If you truly care, help your colleagues find justice and let them rest in peace.”
Seeing my angry expression, tears welled up in the corners of Wang Jun’s eyes as he nodded. “Ling Feng, I’ll listen to you.”
I repeated my earlier question. After thinking for a moment, Wang Jun replied, “There are whispers in the company that we might be facing financial problems.”
His confirmation only strengthened my suspicions. Someone must have taken desperate measures and resorted to this harmful path.
However, such formations couldn’t be set up by ordinary people; there had to be someone orchestrating it from behind the scenes.
“Brother Wang, can you arrange for your boss to meet with me? I have some questions for him,” I said seriously.
Wang Jun grasped my shoulders. “Are you suggesting that our boss is the murderer?”
I met his incredulous gaze and, though reluctant, nodded.
To formalize our meeting, I suggested we meet at the KFC near Wang Jun’s company.
I found a spot in the corner and sat down, watching the endless stream of cars and hurried pedestrians outside. Suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, I reflected on the nature of humanity—why is it that some people would harm innocents for their own gain?
The general manager, Mr. Zeng, was in his late forties, with slicked-back hair that gleamed and a tall, upright figure that defied the typical image of a middle-aged man with a potbelly.
However, the anxiety in his eyes and the dark circles beneath them revealed that he had been going through a rough patch lately.
Wang Jun introduced him, saying, "This is our General Manager Zeng, and this is Ling Feng..."
After the introductions, Wang Jun left. Just as he turned to leave, Mr. Zeng also made to walk away.
"Mr. Zeng, are you feeling guilty?" I spoke up directly.
Mr. Zeng paused for a moment and replied, "I don't have time to entertain your nonsense..."
He turned to leave, but when I called out the words "Five Ghosts Wealth Formation," he halted in his tracks. His face turned pale as he walked over to sit across from me, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Mr. Zeng asked in a lowered voice. He then pulled out a stack of cash from his briefcase and tossed it onto the table in front of me.
It seemed that Mr. Zeng thought I was colluding with Wang Jun to extort money from him.
I chuckled and tossed the money back at him. "What are you doing, Mr. Zeng? Do you really think money can solve this? Don’t you feel even a little scared when you lie awake at night?"
"What do you want then?" Mr. Zeng asked, feigning calmness.
I scoffed and said, "What do we want? Two people have already died; do you really want to stubbornly wait until five are dead before you wake up to reality?"
"No... no... he didn’t mean it like that... he..." Mr. Zeng murmured, his face twisted in pain.
"He? Who is he? Why would he help you?" I leaned across the table, urgently questioning Mr. Zeng.
When Mr. Zeng looked up again, his expression had returned to a calm demeanor. "This has nothing to do with you. I advise you to mind your own business."
I felt a surge of anger inside me. What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? You are trampling on lives, and you still think you have the right to speak?
I quickly formed a hand gesture and cast a simple Illusion spell at Mr. Zeng. Normally, this Illusion would have no effect on someone with a strong mind, but given that Mr. Zeng had something to hide, he naturally fell victim to it.
I watched as Mr. Zeng pleaded for mercy, "Don't blame me... I didn't harm you... Go find him... It wasn't me..."
The people around us turned their gazes in surprise. Seeing this, I snapped my fingers and dispelled the Illusion.
Mr. Zeng looked out at the sunlight and the crowd surrounding him, wiping the sweat from his brow. He stood up and seemed ready to flee, as if there were ghosts lurking everywhere in the shop.
I got up and pressed him back into his seat. "Mr. Zeng, do you still intend to keep this a secret? You should know that the cycle of cause and effect in this world is profound. What you do today may not seem significant now, but it could come back to haunt you in the future—perhaps even your son or your parents? As someone who runs a large business, how can you not understand this principle? There’s no such thing as a free lunch."
Mr. Zeng clenched his fists, his face showing signs of struggle. "I only met him once; he was wearing a Taoist robe. It was all his idea; I never thought it would lead to death... Otherwise..."
I scoffed internally. Otherwise what? Would you give up such an opportunity?
Isn't it written in books that once capital sees profit, it will take risks? Especially with such a huge temptation?
"Then how do you usually contact them? Don’t try to lie; this Five Ghosts Wealth Formation requires someone to control it regularly for it to function," I asked coldly.
The once high-and-mighty CEO could only curl up and scream under my relentless questioning, "Stop asking! If I tell you, he won't let me go..."
"Do you think Lin Zhi and her companion will spare you?" I asked ominously, using one hand to direct the air conditioning towards Mr. Zeng's neck.
Mr. Zeng's eyes widened in shock as he curled up under the table, begging for mercy repeatedly.
I squatted down and continued to ask, "When will he come back to your company?"
"He will go to the company three nights from now..." President Zeng replied, panting heavily.
I pulled President Zeng out from under the table and said, "You should do more good deeds from now on; otherwise, you'll face endless hell after death..."
A gentleman loves wealth but acquires it through proper means. This is a principle even a child understands; how could President Zeng not grasp it?
I wasn't exaggerating to scare President Zeng. The Five Ghosts Wealth Formation is a formation that harms one's moral standing, and it can truly affect one's family.
That so-called Daoist was merely taking advantage of President Zeng's desperate situation, exploiting his vulnerability.
The Five Ghosts Wealth Formation has another purpose: the five ghostly resentments can help the practitioner cultivate their Magic Technique.
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