Volume 1, Chapter 186: Coffin-Carrying Accident

Because of the incident involving Chen Haoxin previously, Qin Yu had suspended her broadcasts for a few days under the pretext of "sending the three ghosts away."

Although she was not broadcasting, Qin Yu's private messages had not been quiet for a single day.

For the past two days, a netizen named "Wealth and Honor in Blooming Flowers" had been bombarding her with frantic direct messages.

Once again, Mu Ling approached her holding his phone.

"Xiao Yu, won't you really consider taking a look? This person seems extremely anxious; they've been trying to reach you for three days straight."

Qin Yu rubbed her temples. "I'm going live this afternoon!"

Hearing this, Mu Ling's eyes lit up instantly.

Qin Yu gave him a strange look, and realizing his reaction was too obvious, he immediately let out a sheepish chuckle.

Looking at the stark white teeth he exposed, which clashed horribly with his skin tone, Qin Yu felt her temples throb violently.

Massaging the space between her eyebrows, she instructed, "I'll leave the cleanup work for those three ghosts to you. Make sure you do a neat job."

Mu Ling gave a mock salute. "Task guaranteed to be completed."

Aside from Zhang Wei, whose moral character was corrupt, the other two ghosts had not caused any major trouble. As long as everything was coordinated with the underworld, those three ghosts could simply be shoved in when the Ghost Gate opened.

At this thought, Qin Yu pondered a rather serious question: Could this be considered working for the underworld? If so, should she consider contacting them to sign a long-term cooperation contract?

Thinking of the golden opportunities she had foolishly squandered in the past few days, Qin Yu couldn't help feeling a tinge of regret.

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As soon as Qin Yu opened her live streaming room, a video call request popped up.

That flamboyant, rose-red lotus profile picture undoubtedly belonged to "Wealth and Honor in Blooming Flowers."

Qin Yu frowned and decisively declined.

Even though she had just started broadcasting and the viewer count was still low, the rules could not be broken.

"Whoever wins the lucky bag may apply for a video call."

With that, Qin Yu issued the first lucky bag.

Unsurprisingly, "Wealth and Honor in Blooming Flowers" snatched it.

She eagerly applied to join the stream.

"Master! Help! Master! You have to save our family! Something bizarre is happening here!"

The moment the video call was connected, chaotic noise erupted from the other end.

The sounds of suona horns, talking, shouting, and weeping were all jumbled together. Even with spiritual energy protecting her body, Qin Yu couldn't help feeling a bit assaulted in her eardrums.

Qin Yu pointed to the upper right corner. "Old rules: send the divination fee before we do business."

"Wealth and Honor in Blooming Flowers" sent: True Love Descends × 1.

"What happened?"

"Master! My grandfather's coffin won't budge!"

[Wow, Master, you're secretly streaming behind my back again!]

[Mom, I've finally made it! I grabbed a front-row seat for the Master's stream! There are less than a hundred people in the room!]

[What do you mean the coffin won't budge? Wouldn't it be way scarier if the coffin *did* move?]

"Here's the thing. My grandfather passed away from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage at the end of last month. Everything was going smoothly, but halfway through the funeral procession into the mountains, a torrential rainstorm hit and turned the mountain roads into a muddy mess. Right at that moment, my grandfather's coffin suddenly became unbelievably heavy. The six or seven strong men carrying it couldn't take another step."

The woman's voice was laden with shock and terror.

Qin Yu furrowed her brows slightly.

Deep mountains and heavy rain—a recipe for corpse transformation.

"Didn't you check the almanac for a propitious date before heading up the mountain?"

Usually, for weddings, funerals, and other major life events, a designated feng shui master would select an auspicious day and hour. For a situation like this to occur was simply abnormal.

"We did, we did! We hired the most famous feng shui master in the village to check for us! We were one hundred percent certain that day was an auspicious day! We checked the weather forecast too, and it was supposed to be completely rain-free! But for some reason, it started pouring! And it hasn't stopped raining for days!"

Frowning deeply, Qin Yu remained silent. "Where is the coffin now?"

"It's kept in my house! We brought it back because we were afraid the rain would ruin the wood."

Fearing that Qin Yu might not believe her, she added, "We had to haul it back with a flatbed trailer! People couldn't lift it at all! Now the coffin is inside the house, and none of us dare to run around. The feng shui master told us to keep a close watch these days, terrified that something bizarre might happen."

Hearing this, Qin Yu nodded slightly.

That feng shui master had at least done one thing right.

The coffin wood had absorbed moisture, and combined with the heavy yin energy naturally present after a person's death, it was prime condition for a corpse transformation.

"Send me your grandfather's birth date via private message."

Qin Yu instructed.

"Wealth and Honor in Blooming Flowers" didn't dare to harbor any doubts and immediately sent the information.

Looking at the string of characters, Qin Yu closed her eyes and began calculating with her fingers.

Under the harsh lighting, her slender fingers moved back and forth across her fingertips.

A moment later, a thin layer of sweat actually beaded on the tip of her nose.

When she opened her eyes, a flicker of oddity crossed her gaze.

"Your grandfather had the physiognomy of a long life."

The woman on the other end chimed in repeatedly, "The village's feng shui master said the exact same thing! If it hadn't been for that cerebral hemorrhage, Grandpa definitely would have lived much longer!"

Ignoring her remark, Qin Yu slowly raised her head. "It seems your grandfather still has some unfulfilled wish. Only by helping him fulfill it will he be willing to rest in peace."

The woman let out a gasp, then suddenly covered her face and burst into tears. "Grandpa! We didn't mistreat you while you were alive; what on earth are you still dissatisfied with that makes you refuse to be buried?"

Hearing the woman's theatrical crying, Qin Yu felt a slight sense of revulsion. "Your grandfather didn't die of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, did he?"

A single sentence instantly cut the woman's crying short.

The next second, the woman flew into a rage. "What do you mean by that? Are you implying that I murdered my own grandfather?"

The corners of Qin Yu's lips curved upward into an unfathomable smile. "I didn't say that."

"You..."

The woman was momentarily struck speechless.

Looking at the woman, Qin Yu's eyes grew several degrees colder. "Where is your grandfather's coffin? Take me to see it."

Realizing Qin Yu wasn't going to press the matter further, the woman's tone softened considerably.

She held her phone up and walked toward the ancestral hall.

The entire way, the sounds of gongs, drums, and wind instruments echoed continuously.

It was evident that the old man came from a very large and influential family.

Qin Yu sighed softly, as if feeling that certain individuals had been treated unfairly.