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Chapter 638 - Chapter 638 Chapter 24 Jin Mansion

Chapter 638: Chapter 24 Jin Mansion Chapter 638: Chapter 24 Jin Mansion The stretched Lincoln sedan sped along the highway, heading towards Jin Boqing’s mansion.

Jin Longyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and unintentionally glanced at Li Yan beside him, the car’s air conditioner, worth tens of thousands, seemed to have broken, the cabin was so cold that they could exhale white breath.

Li Yan was rubbing his face until it turned red, leaning against the backrest and talking on the phone.

Cha Xiaodao’s loud voice came through from the handset.

“Did you run into trouble? Hang up on me? And twice?”

“It’s a long story. What do you want with me?”

“We’re having trouble with a task over at Yang Zheng’s, and we would like to ask for your help. Hey, are you listening?”

Li Yan took a deep breath, sat up straight, and Jin Longyang felt a warm breeze hit his face. The bone-chilling sensation from just before vanished without a trace.

“I’m listening, could you explain in detail?”

After that, Li Yan listened quietly, and in the long silence that followed, all that could be heard in the entire cabin were the sounds of the engine starting and the exhaust.

Two to three minutes later, Cha Xiaodao finally explained the situation over the phone.

“Heh, that’s interesting.”

Li Yan then recalled Ye Shiru, protected by the “Heavenly Yi Guard”.

“When do you need my assistance?”

Yang Zheng took the phone: “The sooner the better. How about tomorrow?”

“Fine, you previously promised compensation in “Shudawei”, and I’m not one to start raising the price. Consider this a favor for you this time.”

Yang Zheng glanced at Cha Xiaodao: “Let’s keep our deals separate; I only asked Xiaodao for help earlier, now that you’re involved too, the compensation is another matter.”

“You’re being quite generous.”

Li Yan thought for a moment: “Then let’s have a drink sometime after this.”

“Haha, sure thing. We’ll meet you at Pearl Tower on Qingshan Road at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

The Lincoln sedan turned onto a lush mountain road lined with trees, and through the car window, a solitary villa halfway up the mountain could be seen.

“Mr. Li, we’re almost there.”

Jin Longyang spoke softly as a reminder.

“Understood.”

Li Yan hung up the phone.

The sedan entered the parking lot of Jin Mansion. After getting out of the car, Jin Longyang led Li Yan to a serene courtyard, where the ground was paved with green stone slabs, and featured a rockery and an artificial fountain.

“Mr. Li, the old master had a rule, you must remove your shoes before entering this courtyard.”

While Jin Longyang spoke, the look in his eyes towards the courtyard betrayed a touch of apprehension and fear.

Li Yan glanced at him and then lifted his head, his eyes rippling with a black shimmer.

A Fleeting Glimpse.

He saw a buffalo lying on the hillside, its horns piercing the sky.

[Feng Shui Arrangement: The Buffalo Towing the Mill]

This was originally a Feng Shui auspicious setup, but the ox before them was covered in bite wounds, its stark white bones visible, and the large ox eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, emitting a strong stench of resentment and a thirst for blood.

“Has Comrade Li Yan arrived? Then there’s no need to remove your shoes, the stones are rough on the feet,”

the voice of Jin Boqing came from inside the house, still full of vigor.

“We must still follow the old man’s rules.”

Having said that, Li Yan took off his shoes. With feet clad in white socks, he stepped on the uneven bluestone and as soon as he entered the courtyard, a faint smell of blood wafted into Li Yan’s nostrils.

Jin Longyang, upon seeing this, also quickly took off his leather shoes and shuffled into the courtyard on his tiptoes, staying half a step behind Li Yan. Then he shouted into the house, “Dad, how about I go in and see you with Mr. Li?”

“No need.”

Jin Boqing’s tone was flat: “Please let Mr. Li come in alone. You go hurry up lunch, Mr. Li will join us today.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go right now.”

Jin Longyang flew off like a rat chased by a dog, grabbing his shoes from outside the door and vanishing in a cloud of dust.

Li Yan stepped on the bluestone and entered, the chilly air hitting him in the face.

A bamboo pole carried a red banner over a zhang long, embroidered with golden threads with the inscription “The Coffin of Jin Chongwen, a Loyal and Righteous Subject of the Imperial Qing, Aged Fifty-Nine. Offered by the Hongci Palace Pilgrimage Group with Utmost Respect.”

On the altar was a pink paper palace, the incense burner in front was surrounded by dry fruits and sweets, a pig’s head, roast goose, roast chicken–all were present.

On both sides stood paper figures of golden boys and jade girls dressed in longevity clothes, their faces smeared with rouge. Arrayed in two lines were no fewer than fifty different paper figures; among them, General Guan Yu on horseback, Buddha figures leaning on cranes, palanquin bearers, scholars with square caps, all lifelike. Paper effigies normally were made much smaller than actual people, but these were the actual size. Jin Boqing, seated on a Taishi chair, had a pale face. He was surrounded by paper figures and was almost indistinguishable at first glance, looking a bit unsettling.

“Heh heh, Elder, your youngest son truly owes you a bit of filial piety.”

Li Yan entered the room, brushing aside the throng of paper figures when suddenly a snow-white delicate woman’s hand reached out from among the paper figures and fiercely grabbed Li Yan’s wrist. Li Yan’s eyes narrowed sharply, and a piercing scream suddenly filled the entire room, as the white hand, as if it had touched hot coals, frantically retracted.

Jin Boqing coughed incessantly; Li Yan stepped forward to help him and, seeing a teacup on the table, quickly poured a cup for Jin Boqing.

Jin Boqing waved his hand indicating it wasn’t necessary. After resting for a while, a bit of color returned to his face, and he then had the energy to respond to Li Yan, “There are no filial sons at the bedside of a chronic illness. If I couldn’t understand such sentiments, I wouldn’t have lived to this age. I heard Comrade Li Yan has gotten into a bit of legal trouble, is it serious?”

“It’s not a problem, the police have already cleared my name.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Jin Boqing nodded his head.

“I usually make Mingzha in this little courtyard. This house has a Feng Shui setup designed by someone, called ‘Ox Pushes the Millstone,’ it can suppress malevolence. Ordinary wealthy families wouldn’t arrange such a setup; this courtyard is the ‘millstone’ in ‘Ox Pushes the Millstone,’ capable of suppressing fierce spirits and preventing them from harming people.”

Jin Boqing looked around at all the gloomy paper effigies in the room, tears suddenly streaming down his face: “The craft of the Jin family was only meant for theatrical performances, funerals, sacrifices, fortune-telling. I was bold in my youth, disregarding the teachings of the elders, and made paper figures with enough spirit to be fierce, even thinking myself clever for it. These Mingzhas are all the work of my youth, Comrade Li Yan, help me get rid of them all.”

“Are you not planning to pass down the Jinmen Mingzha anymore?”

Li Yan asked,

Jin Boqing shook his head with tears still on his face: “There are many things beyond one’s control, and I have no say over them. I understand my children’s thoughts; after I die, these Mingzhas can easily bring calamity, it’s better to destroy them outright.”

“Consider it done.”

Li Yan gently tapped the tatami; Jin Boqing blinked, feeling the air suddenly grow much damper. The wooden walls and paper figures even began to form a layer of water droplets.

Before he could speak, a black vortex suddenly emerged overhead, and countless furious R’lyeh Water Tigers, like arrows shot from a riot, rampaged through the paper figures, tearing them apart.

Jin Boqing widened his eyes in disbelief as a paper figure of a modern girl was ripped and shook back and forth by violent bites, and before it could hit the floor, it was practically devoured, leaving next to nothing of its bamboo frame body.

The chaotic sounds of men’s and women’s cries, shouts, and roars lasted only a short dozen seconds before the entire room was cleansed! Nothing was left but scattered paper scraps and bamboo shards.

A bronze Water Tiger floated past the two men, still with bits of white paper clinging to the corner of its mouth.

“No time to delay, Elder, take out those three Mingzha with the face masks. My duty to the deceased will also be fulfilled.”

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