Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 858: Lifefire on the Verge of Extinguishing

Chapter 858: Chapter 858: Lifefire on the Verge of Extinguishing

Jiangli sat there, deep in thought.

Seeing this, Fu’er didn’t say anything further.

While Xia Xin went out to perform the ritual, Jiangli didn’t stay idle either.

Fu’er, not knowing how to cook, went out to buy some food.

As Jiangli was waiting for the food, she received a message from Fu Shiyan. It was nothing important, just some idle chat, mentioning he had been in meetings all morning.

It sounded like he was complaining.

Jiangli, feeling bored and secretly enjoying Fu Shiyan’s voice, started chatting with him about this and that.

Maybe it was because of the constant chatter ’in her ear,’ Jiangli’s mood inexplicably improved a lot.

On Fu Shiyan’s side, Duan Jianchuan had been constantly by his side, as that was his task.

During Fu Shiyan’s meetings, Duan Jianchuan attended them as well.

Finally out of the meeting room, Duan Jianchuan felt like he had just escaped with his life.

He was about to complain to Fu Shiyan when he turned his head and saw Fu Shiyan smiling and chatting with someone.

Seeing his expression, Duan Jianchuan knew immediately who he was talking to and felt a wave of frustration surrounding his heart.

He turned to the other side.

Qing Yue was walking beside him. For some unknown reason, Qing Yue had insisted on coming to the company today.

Duan Jianchuan, afraid Qing Yue might cause trouble, had suggested he stay at home to recover, but still couldn’t stop him.

Now seeing Qing Yue, Duan Jianchuan felt that it was definitely a good thing he had come along!

At least he wasn’t the only one feeling lonely.

Qing Yue, noticing the appreciative and satisfied look in Duan Jianchuan’s eyes, frowned and said disdainfully, "Old Duan, what’s with that look? While I don’t mind either gender, I’m not that undiscriminating."

Duan Jianchuan’s face fell instantly, "I’m not undiscriminating either, don’t worry."

Qing Yue responded with an "Oh," "That’s good then."

Duan Jianchuan: "..."

Forget it.

Wen Zishu is still the best.

...

After leaving Jiaoyang Temple, Xia Xin took a taxi to the address sent by Qin Yingjun, a funeral home not far from the Western Suburban Cemetery.

The land around the Western Suburban Cemetery is quite expensive, reportedly reserved for wealthy people.

The funeral homes that sprang up nearby follow suit, with the cost of a funeral package there being enough to buy an ordinary car.

Xia Xin hadn’t expected Qin Yingjun and the others to choose this place to handle Wen Mao’s funeral.

As he approached, his surprise somewhat diluted his fear.

But perhaps it was the generally chilly and eerie atmosphere of the funeral home, Xia Xin felt a surge of Yin Energy as soon as he walked in.

Just as he was wondering about it, he heard Qin Yingjun’s voice.

"Master Xia Xin—"

Xia Xin looked over and saw Qin Yingjun walking over from a hall nearby.

The funeral home had prepared various halls of different sizes to facilitate holding funerals.

The direction Qin Yingjun came from seemed to be the largest hall in the funeral home.

"Mr. Qin." Seeing Qin Yingjun approaching, Xia Xin nodded at him, but in the next second, his movement suddenly froze.

Because he saw a thick cloud of Yin Energy surrounding Qin Yingjun.

Clusters of it, like black mist, swirled around Qin Yingjun’s shoulders.

Humans have three Lifefires on their body, one on the top of the head and one on each shoulder.

But the Lifefires on Qin Yingjun’s shoulders were almost extinguished by the Yin Energy, flickering faintly, ready to go out completely at any moment.

Xia Xin felt a jolt in his heart and instinctively asked, "Mr. Qin, have you been anywhere or met anyone unusual recently?"

Qin Yingjun was taken aback by Xia Xin’s question, "I haven’t been anywhere special. Master Xia Xin, why do you ask?"