Director Jin didn't understand the inside story, but he also found it strange and said: "Sophora tree? How can I possibly have a sophora tree here? Mr. Cha, I've been doing things according to your instructions, and all the trees I bought are Paulownia trees."

  Looking at the small sapling that was less than a person's height, Cha Wenbin broke off a branch and pointed to the ground, saying: "Since ancient times, mulberry trees are not planted in front of the door, and pagoda trees are not planted behind the house. Pagoda trees are indeed good carriers for attracting dirty things. The location of this Luofeng Slope is just opposite your office building, don't you think this pagoda tree is aiming directly at your window?"

  Being said by Wenbin, Director Jin found that it was indeed the case. How coincidental is it that there's a locust tree falling here?

  Cha Wenbin kicked the mud under his feet and said, "Look again, the soil under this tree is obviously fresher than the surrounding area, which means that this tree was just planted not long ago. Look at the time, it's probably around when you had the accident. Director Jin, have you offended someone recently?"

  This can make Director Jin anxious, thinking carefully, recently didn't offend anyone. Besides, doing business with the dead doesn't often involve interacting with the outside world, and there wasn't any particular conflict with that family either. He said: "Mr. Cha, I really don't think I've offended anyone, is it possible this tree is causing trouble? If so, would pulling it out solve the problem?"

  "It's useless, this is just a lead. It seems that person originally intended to harm you, but instead let those two people die first. The pagoda tree has ruined the feng shui of this place, in my opinion, it was also done by that person, with the purpose of creating chaos. This place originally had heavy killing energy, without the Phoenix Slope, it's equivalent to a ghost town." Zhang Wenbin signaled for the muscular man to come over and said: "Brother, you have great strength, pull it out from the roots and carry the pagoda tree with me."

  Heng Rou's face was facing upwards, and with a mouthful of saliva in each hand, he pinched the tree trunk. With just one pull, without even shouting, the whole thing was uprooted. Jin Guan Zhang sighed inwardly: He is truly a godlike person.

  The roots of that tree were still small and fluffy, which once again confirmed Zhang Wenbin's inference, it was not a natural disaster.

  Hengmei's face was stern as he walked with Cha Wenbin to a small gate in front of the funeral home, where bodies were transported and hearses arrived. Chaozi and the others followed behind, while Director Jin thought for a moment before saying, "Do you think someone might be jealous of my business and trying to sabotage me?"

  Cha Wenbin smiled: "I didn't expect this, but isn't our county's only crematorium yours?"

  The director of the Golden Pavilion pulled Cha Wenbin to one side and whispered, "Mr. Cha, you don't know that since rumors spread about this place being haunted, every family within a hundred miles who has had a death in the family has gone to Lin County instead. His business has doubled overnight. I heard he's making a fortune just by selling urns."

  Zha Wenbin said: "This I can't control, if you suspect, probably need to find the Public Security Bureau for investigation, first go get some gasoline and then close the door."

  Jin Guanzhang did as he was told, took the oil can to the car and poured out a pot of oil. He handed it over to Cha Wenbin, "Chaozi, light up this tree, then we'll leave first. You, Jin Guanzhang, better take your family to the county town tonight to find a hotel to stay in, wait until tomorrow morning to go to my house and wait for news from me. Also, leave the key with me."

  Chaozi passed the gasoline bucket, poured it on that locust tree, and struck a match. Immediately, a fierce fire broke out, burning with thick black smoke rising high into the air. Several passersby even thought the funeral home had reopened.

  Director Jin was overjoyed, and with a trembling hand, he took out the key along with an envelope and handed it to Cha Wenbin, saying obsequiously: "Mr. Cha, now that you have this, if there's anything you'd like me to do, just let me know and I'll take care of it."

  Zha Wenbin glared at him and said, "Hold on to your envelope, or I'll turn around and leave!" Director Jin was also aware of his temper, and he stood there, unsure whether to take it or not, with a red face. At the critical moment, Chaozi had to come and mediate, smiling as he took the red envelope and stuffed it straight into Director Jin's pocket: "Let you take it away, then take it away. Tomorrow, after things are settled, I'll naturally come to retrieve it."

  Jin Guanzhang had no choice but to take the envelope and return to the car, where Chaozi asked: "Wenbin brother, why don't you charge money for anything? This old man is a black-hearted businessman who only cares about making money. It's only natural that we should collect some money too."

  Cha Wenbin patted his shoulder and said, "Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong brothers, and Da Ge brothers, doing this line of work, if you do things just for the money, it will only shorten your lifespan. You offend too many gods and ghosts on a daily basis, sometimes you can only do some things to accumulate some good karma. But life must go on, so my master told me before he passed away that not all money is worth taking."

  When there was only a pile of ash left at the door, Zha Wenbin took out another stack of paper money from his pocket. This crematorium had three doors: one for transporting bodies in, one for receiving ashes, and the main gate leading to the office.

  On these three large gates, each posted a symbol, then took several brothers out of the gate, and Director Jin drove a small car to take them to the county town. The wine table had already been booked. As for Cha Wenbin, he was naturally generous, good meat and hospitality, but after seeing the drinking capacity of the two brothers, Director Jin gave up the idea of offering a toast.

  They had dinner, and as instructed by Cha Wenbin, they opened two rooms on the upper floor of the reception building. The four of them went upstairs to rest first. Director Jin still had to rush back home to pick up his wife and children, and it wasn't until they met again that it was time for dinner.

  After dinner, Cha Wenbin asked Jin Guanzhang for the floor plan of the crematorium again. This thing was understood by only two detectives, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong, who glanced at it for a few seconds and memorized all the locations. The three most important locations were: the makeup room, the incineration room, and the peaceful room.

  He deliberately took down the keys to the three doors and kept them on Cha Wenbin's body, Director Jin left the car key to Chaozi, and Cha Wenbin ordered him not to go out again, in case something unexpected happened, just be honest and sleep in the hotel.

  Taking advantage of the dark night, around 10 o'clock, Cha Wenbin gave an order and Santana headed towards the funeral home again. Along the way, Cha Wenbin was silent and didn't know why, but he felt a sense of oppression that couldn't be expressed. He thought to himself on the road, tomorrow morning I'll go back and tidy up, then head to the provincial city.

  The car drove straight into the courtyard, and Cha Wenbin had specially changed into a Taoist robe tonight. The elegant and refined appearance finally appeared again, also adding a sense of security to this oppressive black night.

  Carrying the Seven-Star Sword and holding the Great Seal, he gave each of the three a talisman for protection before they all entered the office building together. This place was already crowded during the day, filled with the smell of incense, paper money, and other offerings; it was even more so at this late hour.

  Opening the compass in my hand, I saw that all around were floating "friends". Fortunately, there were no troublemakers for the time being. It seemed that within this month, the lonely souls and wild ghosts from all directions would settle down here.

  Because there are talismans on the door, this group of people can only wander around in the building. As long as it's not harmful to others, Zha Wenbin has always been focused on transcendence. Whoever dies will become that way, no need to make things difficult.

  The entrance leads to a large hall, the end of the path on the left is the cremation chamber, the far right end of the second floor is the mourning hall, and the makeup room is in the basement. These three places are not very pleasant to stay in, Chaozi felt his hair stand on end as soon as he entered, but after all, he was a seasoned person, and asked: "Wenbin brother, where should we go first?"

  "Let's go take a look at the dressing room first," said Cha Wenbin, pointing to the stairs behind the hall. "If you feel like something is going to hit you from behind, as long as you don't turn around, nothing will happen."

  With him leading the way and Heng Yan following, those "friends" felt a strong sense of justice approaching from afar, combined with his innate killing aura, they all hid far away. This is what we usually call a person with a high flame, eight characters are hard, even little ghosts will detour when encountering him.

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