I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 446 You Are Already Dead_1

Chapter 446: Chapter 446 You Are Already Dead_1

Everyone around turned their gaze towards you. Most of those who could come here were Han Cheng’s relatives and friends, and these people had different statuses, so their looks varied accordingly.

Those looks were ones of confusion, indifference, mockery, disdain, and contempt, as if a big potluck gathered people of all sorts from society, making a dish unique to the people of Huaxia—a chaotic stew!

As for you, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, all of this was just trifles, completely ignoring the gazes of the people around you. Two Sen Luo Curse Marks slowly emerged in your eyes as you said to Han Cheng, "Boss Han, now you can reveal your cards."

"What the hell is this kid up to?"

"Who knows, he looks good, but he seems a bit touched in the head, not focusing on proper business."

"Just now Han Cheng called him ’Chairman’. What kind of society is that, a corporation? Could he be from Yamato?"

"Doesn’t seem like it. I’ve been in Yamato for a few years. Not to say that men there aren’t as tall, but even if they did have the temperament, it would be different."

"Temperament? What temperament are you talking about with someone who doesn’t even have clothes worth a thousand dollars on him? I think he’s just a farmer in disguise!"

"So what if he’s a farmer? Twenty years ago, your dad was a farmer too!"

"You..."

Arguments among relatives stemmed from their inherent contradictions, but such meaningless bickerings would soon subside because after all, they were related by blood.

Under the scrutiny of the Sen Luo Eyes, a thick layer of evil qi was clearly covering Han Cheng. This qi was different from the ghost qi of demons and monsters; it was more like resentful qi, sharper than any resentful qi you had seen on vengeful ghosts before!

At the moment Han Cheng revealed his cards, the resentful qi transferred to his hand, changing his cards to the highest possible hand, a Full Bull.

Seeing Han Cheng win again, Zong Wangyue quietly asked you, "Boss, did you see something?"

"Yeah, I saw it, but let’s not startle the snake. Have Han Cheng find a private room. I need to have a good talk with him."

"Alright."

Afterward, Han Cheng led you upstairs.

From the appearance and furnishings, this was Han Cheng’s study. Three walls held bookshelves, and the shelves were indeed filled with books. Although each book was dust-free, they all looked brand new and untouched.

Bookshelves and books are hallmarks of the wealthy, or one could say, a decoration.

After a casual glance around the study, you noticed there were indeed many antiques, and they were quite valuable.

You and Han Cheng sat across from each other on the sofa, with Zong Wangyue holding Dongxue’s slender waist, sitting aside with a grin, letting Dongxue serve him fruit.

Han Cheng looked at Zong Wangyue with envy and then turned to you, saying, "Chairman Li, the reason I had my cousin invite you here was mainly that I hoped you could help me get rid of the qi of wealth on my body."

"Qi of wealth?" you frowned.

"Yes, qi of wealth." Han Cheng was clueless and really thought it was qi of wealth shrouding him, not the resentful qi that could snatch away his soul and spirit at any moment. "One thing about me is that I know my limits. Ever since I was little, my old man always told me not to be too greedy and that everything should be done in measure. I feel that the money I have now is enough; there’s no need to earn more through these shady ways because it will surely backfire in the long run."

You and Zong Wangyue exchanged glances and both laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing much; it just sounds quite reasonable," you said with a smile. Then you asked Han Cheng, "Boss Han, when did you start messing with that Lucky Cat?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Cheng said, "It must have been six or seven months now."

"Who told you about this method?"

"A business friend of mine, who mysteriously told me that this method could attract wealth energy. I was idle anyway, so I gave it a try, and after setting it up, the flow of wealth energy never stopped. No matter what business I did, I made a fortune."

You paused and said, "How many Lucky Cats did you get?"

"Two, a male and a female." Han Cheng spoke very frankly.

"No wonder the resentful Qi on you is blending together. In this way, the condensation speed of this resentful Qi became even stronger than other people’s."

"What are you talking about? Resentful, resentful Qi?"

Hearing your words, Han Cheng jumped out of his chair.

Looking at Han Cheng, you asked coldly, "Your father must have said something when you were young, ’There’s no such thing as a free lunch, no luck that comes out of nowhere, and certainly no such thing as wealth energy.’"

"But, but my friends..."

You cut off Han Cheng’s wishful thinking with a single sentence, "If they started before you did, their Three Souls and Seven Spirits have already been nearly devoured by the resentful Qi. They’re beyond help, incurable."

With that, you suddenly stood up and said to Han Cheng, "Take me to the altar where you worship the Lucky Cats."

Seeing that you knew everything, Han Cheng’s heart grew even colder, but your presence offered him a sliver of relief, and he quickly led you toward the basement.

Han Cheng’s basement was actually a wine cellar, which stored many expensive wines, including foreign red wines worth hundreds of thousands per bottle.

Compared to the upstairs, the wine cellar was noticeably colder.

Despite a somewhat stiff smile, while passing the wine tasting area, Han Cheng still turned to you and said with a laugh, "Chairman Li, it’s quite cold in this wine cellar. Should we have a drink to warm up a bit?"

Zong Wangyue, with his arm around Dongxue’s waist, smiled and said, "Cousin, you should say it’s to steady your nerves, considering the cold sweat on your forehead."

Han Cheng glared at Zong Wangyue. He was very proud, and if he weren’t on good terms with Zong Wangyue, he might have turned hostile already.

You remained silent and stopped walking, staring straight ahead.

Right in front of you stood a wooden door. The appearance of the door was quite exquisite, finely carved and sculpted, and the material of the door was also of great quality. Thin streams of cold and mournful resentful Qi leaked from the door’s crevices, flowing toward Han Cheng’s body.

"Chairman Li, the altar is inside the door." After hearing that his body was enveloped in resentful Qi, Han Cheng felt absolutely terrible.

You turned to Han Cheng and said indifferently, "Boss Han, you’re very lucky."

"Hm?"

Pointing at the door, you smiled and said, "That door must’ve been expensive, right?"

"Yes, it cost me quite a bit. It is made of..."

"Purpleheart wood, and it’s a thousand-year-old Purpleheart at that."

"Exactly! Chairman Li, you have a keen eye!"

"It’s because the door blocked most of the resentful Qi inside, with only a trace seeping through. If this were an ordinary door, you would be dead already."