The conversation—
Was uneventful.
Ren Fa spoke.
At length.
Details.
Conditions.
Arrangements.
Jiu Shu listened.
Occasionally asking questions.
Clarifying.
Confirming.
Uchiha Mo—
Said nothing.
Only listened.
———
Ren Tingting tried—
More than once—
To speak with him.
Each time—
Met with polite distance.
Gentle.
But absolute.
———
Half an hour later—
Everything—
Was settled.
The grave relocation—
Three days.
———
"I'll go out for a bit."
Tingting stood.
"I won't be of much help here."
Ren Fa smiled.
"Go."
"Buy whatever you like."
"Just return early."
———
She brightened instantly.
Then—
Turned.
To Mo.
"Mr. Mo…"
"Would you like to come?"
"I can show you around."
———
A pause.
Mo thought.
Ren Fa—
Local power.
Resources.
Influence.
If this world—
Became a base—
This family—
Was the key.
And Tingting—
His only daughter.
A perfect entry point.
———
"…Alright."
Mo nodded.
———
Her eyes lit up.
But she quickly composed herself.
Graceful again.
Then—
Left.
Light steps.
Eager.
———
Mo followed.
Unhurried.
———
Behind them—
Ren Fa watched.
Silently.
The smile on his face—
Faded.
His gaze—
Turned sharp.
Cold.
———
"That young man…"
"He's dangerous."
———
"Jiu Shu…"
He lowered his voice.
"Where is he from?"
———
"A hidden clan."
Jiu Shu replied calmly.
"Do not provoke him."
"Or you may invite trouble."
———
Ren Fa stiffened.
Understood immediately.
Cultivators—
Were real.
And if even Jiu Shu warned him—
Then Mo—
Was not simple.
———
"It's not that I want trouble…"
Ren Fa forced a smile.
"It's that he seems…"
"…interested in my family."
———
His gaze—
Shifted.
Toward the stairs.
Anxiety.
His daughter.
———
"No…"
"I need people watching them."
"I can't take that risk."
———
Meanwhile—
On the streets—
Tingting knew nothing.
She walked ahead.
Excited.
Introducing everything.
Silk.
Jewelry.
Foreign goods.
Cosmetics.
———
Mo—
Was uninterested.
———
After an hour—
He escorted her back.
Then—
Returned.
Directly.
To the mortuary.
———
Three days—
Passed.
Quiet.
———
Mo explored.
Every street.
Every shop.
Every house.
Memorized.
———
Xiuren—
Didn't leave.
Studied.
Constantly.
Occasionally—
Discussed theory.
With Jiu Shu.
———
Jiu Shu prepared.
Rice.
Ink.
Talismans.
———
Ren Fa—
Paid generously.
More respectful.
More cautious.
———
Then—
The day arrived.
———
Mid-morning.
A crowd gathered.
At the grave.
———
"Jiu Shu!"
Ren Fa stepped forward.
"Everything is ready."
———
Jiu Shu nodded.
"Begin."
———
The altar was set.
Fruits.
Wine.
Incense.
Candles.
———
Jiu Shu changed robes.
Stepped forward.
Incense in hand.
Three bows.
———
"Ren Gong Weiyong—"
"At this hour—"
"We move your resting place."
"May you rest in peace."
———
Ren Fa followed.
Kneeling.
Servants behind him.
———
"See anything?"
Mo asked.
———
Xiuren smiled faintly.
"I have."
———
He pointed.
"Dragonfly Touching Water."
"A classic."
———
"The pit is deep."
"But only part is usable."
"The coffin…"
"Cannot lie flat."
"It must stand."
———
Mo raised a brow.
"Upright burial?"
———
Xiuren nodded.
"If done correctly—"
"Prosperity."
"Generations of it."
———
Then—
He looked up.
"At the cement layer."
"It seals everything."
———
"The dragonfly…"
"No longer touches water."
———
"So what remains—"
"Is no longer fortune."
———
His eyes sharpened.
"Perfect feng shui…"
"Turned into a trap."
———
Mo understood.
Someone—
Had done this.
Deliberately.
———
"Interesting…"
Xiuren murmured.
"I wonder…"
"If they're still alive."
———
By then—
The coffin was unearthed.
———
"Lift it!"
———
Workers strained.
Placed it down.
———
Silence.
Heavy.
———
Ren Fa stared.
Unmoving.
———
Jiu Shu stepped forward.
Examined it.
Carefully.
———
The deeper he looked—
The darker his expression became.
———
"Open it."
———
Crowbars moved.
Slowly.
———
Creak—
The lid shifted.
———
A foul stench—
Escaped.
———
Jiu Shu leaned in.
Looked.
And froze.
———
The corpse—
Was intact.
No decay.
———
But—
Its face—
Dark blue.
Its nails—
Black.
Purple.
———
As if—
It had never truly died.
———
"Father!"
"Grandfather!"
Ren Fa collapsed.
Emotion—
Breaking through.
———
But Jiu Shu—
Didn't move.
His face—
Grim.
———
"This grave…"
"Cannot be used."
———
"We must cremate."
———
"No!"
Ren Fa roared.
"My father feared fire!"
"How can I burn him now?!"
———
Silence.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
———
Because everyone—
Understood.
———
Something—
Was very wrong.
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