Leaf one (medium)

  Later, I tried hard to shape myself into a godfather image, and the effect was quite good. Gradually, I also made some small fame locally. And truly got acquainted with friend Ye Yi, first truly entered that world still because of that matter.

  A specific incident was that a family of four, consisting of brothers, brutally slaughtered and dismembered six people from the neighboring household in one night. When they tried to escape, they were caught red-handed by the police at the train station. For us ordinary civilians, this kind of thing is just a topic for casual conversation after tea.

  But I didn't expect to get involved in this matter myself, and it also brought a huge turning point to my own fate!

  That afternoon, I was dozing off in the office. A knock on the door woke me up, and when I looked up, it was a middle-aged woman around 40 years old, wearing large sunglasses, with an air of arrogance on her face, clearly a wealthy person. As soon as she came in, she asked me: "Are you the salesperson for graves here?"

  "Oh, it's me."

  "Find me a place with good feng shui." She barked at me with quite some arrogance.

  In my daily life, I always keep a distance from people like this, but can't be too dismissive because they are the gods of wealth. Although not my god of wealth. But today is the first time that such a wealthy person has come to find me, a low-ranking employee. I hurriedly smiled and said I could take her to have a look.

  On the way I asked who was being buried.

  That woman said it was her four sons. At that time, I felt a bit strange and thought to myself, "Wow, she buried four sons in one breath? What a big temper!"

  I took her to the so-called commodity cemetery district, which is also a good location chosen by the so-called Feng Shui masters. People buried here will have their descendants prosperous and safe, even if they can't be extremely rich and noble. Since she seemed to have plenty of money, I took her to the most expensive high-end cemetery district.

  The middle-aged woman circled around the empty grave a few times and asked me: "Can you keep secrets here?"

  I curiously asked: "How can it be kept secret?"

  The middle-aged woman looked at me and said: "It's just not letting others know who bought it."

  I said: "Okay"

  The procedures were handled quickly, and after signing a confidentiality agreement. The middle-aged woman's payment speed was also unprecedentedly swift, and the tens of millions of orders were done in an instant. I will also have some small dividends, and I am naturally very satisfied with this.

  On the same day, after buying the grave, the deceased was buried, which made me wonder about the other family members' sense of time and efficiency. The middle-aged woman did not lie that the four people buried in the tomb she bought were indeed her sons. And they were quite famous. Of course, these had nothing to do with me, but I didn't expect that the next evening, the middle-aged woman came again, and she stormed into the office in a rage.

  She burst into the room, cursing and using very foul language. I suppressed my anger and asked her to clarify what was going on, only to find out that someone had poured a large amount of feces on her son's grave. No wonder she was so furious - it's something that would be unbearable for anyone. However, I felt that this matter wasn't my responsibility. I told her to go to the relevant department to file a complaint, but instead, the old woman grabbed me and said, "You signed a confidentiality agreement, how did someone else find out that we buried four of her sons here?"

  For a moment I was also confused and didn't know how to distinguish.

  As mentioned earlier, in order to buy and sell graves, I have done a lot of homework and learned some knowledge about cemeteries. Under the strong request of the middle-aged woman, I can only accompany her to run to the tombstone of her sons when it's almost sunset to see the actual situation.

  Upon entering the cemetery, I found that the actual situation was much more complicated than I had imagined. Feces were splattered all over the ground, on tombstones and graves, and I could still see some colorful graffiti with obscene language written on the tombstones and marble graves. However, these were not the main issue; what shocked me most was that the four brothers' tombstones had been moved! Before burial, they were originally neatly arranged in a row at the same level, but now they were unevenly twisted, looking very eerie. Whoever did this must have harbored extreme hatred towards this family! Not only is it disrespect to the deceased, but such an act also has a significant impact on future generations. To put it bluntly, this kind of behavior not only makes life difficult for those who live here but may also bring bad luck to the descendants of the grave builders for eight lifetimes, which may be hard to shake off.

  I think this situation is difficult to resolve, frowning and trying my best to minimize the impact of this matter. Otherwise, who would dare to come to our cemetery in D city to buy a grave in the future? The whole of D city is not just our family's graveyard business after all. Competition is also very stressful.

  Just as the sun was about to set behind the mountains, a tall figure walked slowly from the other side of the cemetery: "If you don't want to die here tonight, leave quickly."

  "Who are you?" I asked.

  He was a young man with a clear face, holding a compass in his hand. The needle on it was spinning around randomly, and his smooth eyebrows were tightly furrowed together.

  A middle-aged woman seemed to have thought of something and shouted at him: "Is that old thing letting you come? Get out!"

  That little guy frowned and said in a gloomy tone: "I didn't let anyone come, I just don't want this place to become a chaotic burial ground."

  Under such circumstances, against the sunlight, around the tomb, in such a language, with such a low and hoarse voice, saying such terrifying words, made me involuntarily shiver.

  "Who are you?" I asked again.

  He looked at me and said: "I know you are Yang Guang, who has been very famous recently. I am Ye Yi."

  I was taken aback, the name Ye Yi was too familiar. People who mixed in D City and dealt with tombs all day didn't know about Ye Yi. This person was very mysterious, always a legendary figure. I didn't expect him to be like this.

  "What brings you here?"

  "For them." He said, pointing his hand at the big tomb.

  I comforted the middle-aged woman beside me who was about to go crazy, and said: "Ye Yat is the most famous Feng Shui master in D City, ordinary people can't even get an appointment with him." (Mainly because they can't find him). On one hand, I said this to calm down the middle-aged woman and let her know the identity and occupation of the other party. On the other hand, I also wanted to know what kind of person Ye Yat was. At this time, I couldn't help but suspect that this matter might have a direct relationship with him. Or is it a competitive tactic from another cemetery company? Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?

  I was ready to take out my phone and call the police.

  Just as I was about to reach into my pocket, Ye Yi suddenly spoke up and said: "Don't even think about making a phone call. If you were me, don't turn around and walk towards me right now."

  I was still wondering why the other person said that when I felt a deep, heavy breathing sound behind me. What made my hair stand on end even more was the sound of breathing next to my ear. The middle-aged woman beside me also fell silent, her eyes closed and trembling with fear.

  Yeh shouted at me: "The sun hasn't set yet, don't come over here!"

  I grabbed the old woman beside me and ran towards Ye Yi. To hell with materialism!