Chapter 1126: Chapter 1126: The Gradually Unveiled Truth...

The next day.

When Bao Gucheng got up, he felt a bit of soreness in his head.

He glanced at his fully-clothed self lying in bed, the documents on the table half-reviewed, and the window slightly ajar from the breeze...

When did he fall asleep last night, and why didn’t he remember anything at all?

He vaguely remembered being quite angry last night, full of fury he wanted to unleash, but upon waking up, although his head throbbed, the frustration in his heart had completely vanished.

When did he become so broad-minded?

Hearing him get up, Chen Long entered with a tablet to report the tasks.

He hadn’t even said much before Bao Gucheng interrupted, "Did I do anything special last night?"

It wouldn’t have mattered if he didn’t ask, because as soon as he did, Chen Long almost cried, "Sir, you were so harsh training us last night, my waist almost snapped — you nearly broke me with that over-the-shoulder throw."

Is that special enough!

Bao Gucheng pondered, "Nothing else?"

Chen Long replied, "You floored all of us... then disdainfully went back to sleep, nothing else happened."

Are we not special enough, sir!

Bao Gucheng pinched the bridge of his nose, "Continue with the report."

"Sir, after it was found last time that your second brother, Bo Huanxi, was involved in the burying of bodies in Qingcheng, didn’t you suspect there was someone else behind that fool?"

"We’ve been watching him closely and have finally found some clues."

"That playboy surprisingly has a strong belief in fortune-telling and often throws money at a bunch of street magicians." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Bao Gucheng chuckled coldly, "What’s he trying to predict?"

Chen Long felt a bit awkward, "He predicts when he can inherit the Bao Family fortune... and also, when you... well, kick the bucket. Previously, the rumor in the imperial capital about you meeting your demise at twenty-five originated from him. Gosh, those fortune-telling charlatans talk utter nonsense..."

Bao Gucheng’s expression remained unchanged, as if it was commonplace to hear about his supposed short life, "Is this pointless intel a waste of my time?"

"No, sir, listen to me, the key point is, among those fortune tellers, the one Bo Huanxi trusts most often visits the Nangong Family!"

"So what?"

Chen Long could have kept from bringing up Nangong Mo, but once mentioned, it reminded Bao Gucheng why he was angry last night, "If he loves fortune-telling so much, why doesn’t he predict when he’ll die himself."

So that guy would stop hanging around Ms. Zuzi.

"Mr. Bo, I never thought there was anything wrong with Nangong Mo and Bo Huanxi both being into these fortune-teller masters. At most, it shows their lack of scientific and cultural knowledge. If they wanted predictions, they’d find someone like Ms. Zuzi, who’s a high-IQ, top-tier predictor, right? What skills do those fortune-telling old men have? His most famous achievement recently was selling a talisman paper to the Vice President, and it worked because the Vice President was diagnosed with an incurable disease, shortening his life by ten years, ha ha ha, how effective indeed..."

While Chen Long was babbling on, veering further into gossip than reporting, Bao Gucheng was nearly ready to throw him out.

He finally got to the point.

"...Sir, the point is, this master has been frequently appearing at Qingcheng Mountain lately. Qingcheng Mountain, the place where our brothers were brutally killed and buried. We didn’t think Bo Huanxi was the murderer; if he killed, he wouldn’t have needed to bury the bodies in a Hexagram Array. But if it were the fortune-teller master, it would be different. They say his specialty isn’t fortune telling but Feng Shui..."

Feng Shui, to put it simply, is about selecting auspicious locations for burial sites.

Setting up an array in a cemetery is something ordinary people would never think of.

But someone specialized in cemetery Feng Shui might.

Details are coincidentally linking together, and some truths seem just a step away from being uncovered.

"What is this person’s name?" Bao Gucheng’s eyes deepened.

"Wu Ming, Master Wu Ming."

"Bo Huanxi, Nangong Mo, Wu Ming..." Bao Gucheng’s voice chilled, his tone sharp, suddenly posing an unexpected question—

"Where is she?"