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Xuansi Tomb Hall was as noisy as Caishikou early in the morning.

On the left, someone came to apply for the paperwork to move the tomb, saying that the land deed for the ghost house was too expensive; on the right, someone cried and said that his late husband had a dream every night and asked Xuansi to send someone to see it; there was a fat businessman in front of the counter, banging the table and shouting about the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, not saying it was a sign of getting rich, and asking Xuansi to stamp it to prove that his ancestors had manifested their spirits.

Bai Jin sat behind the cabinet, brows unmoved and the brush in her hand moving quickly.

"Smoke from the ancestral graves is under the control of Huosangtang. Signs of wealth are under the control of Caishan Temple. Xuansi is not responsible for bragging for your ancestors."

The fat businessman blushed: "How can you, a little girl, talk?"

Bai Jin raised his head and smiled.

"Speak in human language. If you don't understand, I can ask the lost souls collection office next door to translate it into nonsense for you."

The fat businessman walked away holding his belly.

As soon as Shen Qingluo entered the door, she heard Bai Jin raise her voice and say, "Hey, the little money fan from Huaiyinpo is here."

Many people in the hall turned to look at her.

Shen Qingluo's expression remained unchanged as she slapped the receipt from last night's visit to the Wang family's tomb on the cabinet.

"Seal."

Bai Jin took the document and checked it skillfully.

"Wang Shou Caitou stayed vigil for seven days to make up for the purchase of land certificates. The souls of the dead were placed correctly, and the living people were compensated three taels of silver... Tsk, can you even calculate the compensation for the dead people who were kicked out of the ghost house?"

Shen Qingluo: "It's not clear. A living person can pretend to be confused."

Bai Jin stamped her with Xuan Si's small seal and recorded her achievements in her belt.

"Do you really want to take that order from the Liang family?"

"The pay is good."

"Life is precious." Bai Jin lowered his voice, "One of the first two tombkeepers shouted to everyone when he came back, 'There is a woman combing her hair in the grave',' and is still tied up in the hospital; the other resigned from the Xuansi license that day and said he would rather sell tofu in the future."

Shen Qingluo asked: "Is it profitable to sell tofu?"

Bai Jin was stunned: "What's the point?"

"If he makes money, I can refer to it."

Bai Jin was speechless for a moment and pushed a case book to her.

"The Liang family in the north of the city is a wealthy family of three generations. The ancestral grave is in Crow Ridge. I have been crying for the past seven days and nights, and a lamp has been burning in front of the grave. The Liang family gave me a deposit of thirty taels, and the matter was settled for seventy taels."

Shen Qingluo opened the case book.

The case book is written in great detail, but the more detailed it is, the weirder it gets.

The ancestral tombs of the Liang family are extremely well built, with constant incense and offerings during festivals and festivals that are more luxurious than those in small temples.It stands to reason that there are offerings to the ancestral graves and sacrifices to the souls of the dead, so we shouldn't have to cry for seven nights.

She turned to the end and found that there were only a few sentences left by the first two tombkeepers.

"There is a female voice in the grave."

"Lights shine underground."

"Don't ask, don't listen."

Shen Qingluo stopped.

Bai Jin also stopped joking.

"Aluo, there's something wrong with this order."

The small door next to it opened with a creak.

Zhao Wumian, the master of the tomb hall, walked out wearing a robe, his hair was not tied up yet, and his eyes were sleepy.

"There's something more than wrong."

He yawned and threw another old book to Shen Qingluo.

"The Liang family's ancestral tomb had its feng shui changed three years ago. The report stated that slope protection should be added, but there were two extra ditches on the drawing."

Shen Qingluo flipped through the drawings.

On the west side of the main tomb in Crow Ridge, there is a thin line that should not appear.

"Who approved it?"

Zhao Wumian leaned against the cabinet: "It was not approved by Xuan Si."

Bai Jin was stunned: "Then the Liang family privately touched the ancestral grave?"

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