Chapter 43

“No.”

Qin Qing refused.

Gao Yang hadn’t expected her to be so direct.

“Master Qin, you open your shop and take on business to earn money. This client is very generous.”

No matter how generous they were, she needed to be capable of earning it. If they asked her to summon a soul or something… not to mention whether it was possible, the key was that she was afraid.

It wasn’t that she was genuinely afraid of a soul appearing; it was that even if there was nothing, she could still be afraid of the atmosphere.

Chinese horror was precisely this.

Qin Qing said, “I really can’t take this on. Our fate masters are different from your sorcerers…” God knows what sorcerers were up to.

“Fate masters calculate the living, not the dead. For matters concerning the afterlife, we are truly powerless.”

“I understand, my grandma also practices divination,” Gao Yang changed his approach. “But this matter isn’t entirely related to the deceased.”

Qin Qing scratched her ear, a little eager to see him leave.

This person spoke with heavy breaths, taking forever to explain clearly.

Gao Yang looked around, then leaned in closer, saying, “It’s about finding something. The person who passed away this time was an elderly woman, and she had an inherited antique in her possession. The old woman passed away suddenly, without explaining anything, so no one knows where she put it. We’ve searched everywhere, inside and outside the house, but we just can’t find it. Master Qin, isn’t finding things also part of your business?”

Qin Qing: “…”

The person was already dead; she couldn’t do anything.

Logs wouldn’t be archived on the server; they naturally vanished with the owner’s life.

Gao Yang was very persistent, seemingly very confident in Qin Qing.

Qin Qing thought for a moment and agreed.

It wasn’t because of the high remuneration Gao Yang promised, nor was it her attitude of treating a dead horse as if it were alive.

It was because Gao Yang mentioned that many industry professionals had already been there and couldn’t do anything.

Of course, Qin Qing didn’t want to show off; she herself was disguised as a charlatan and hadn’t seen how her peers “acted.” The small stalls outside Baiyun Temple had no reference value, but according to Gao Yang, they were a relatively high-end group.

Qin Qing said, “Let’s be clear first, I’m just going to take a look. Don’t get your hopes up; this doesn’t fall within the scope of a fate master’s work.”

“Absolutely, absolutely.”

Gao Yang immediately called a car to pick them up.

Qin Qing didn’t go alone; she brought a male employee. Yang Sang, who also had experience pretending to be a charlatan.

Yang Sang was called back for overtime. He was quite excited to hear he was going to meet another group of charlatans.

“Boss, do you think they are real? Will they be as amazing as you?”

Qin Qing tapped him, “Do you even hear yourself? What do you mean ‘as amazing as me’? Am I a Pokémon?”

“I’m just curious. Besides you, I haven’t met any other masters.”

Their destination was an old part of Jiangnan District.

That area was by the river, with a pier, and it not only carried the history of an era in Shanyu City but also still had merchant ships coming and going.

The specific area they went to belonged to Linsha Ferry, which had now largely been developed into a tourist and commercial zone. Land was extremely valuable, and there were not many residents left.

After getting out of the car, they wound through several turns and finally stopped at a small courtyard with a lush garden.

Qin Qing had been to Linsha Ferry countless times but never knew there was such an old-fashioned courtyard in this place filled with skyscrapers.

There were already quite a few people in the courtyard. When Qin Qing and her companion entered, they were watched, but no one spoke.

Most of the people in the courtyard were men. Of the only two women, one old lady sat in the corner. Gao Yang went straight to her upon entering, presumably her grandmother, Granny Shun.

Gao Yang said something to Granny Shun.

The old lady looked up and nodded slightly to Qin Qing.

Qin Qing bowed slightly in return.

The other woman, in her thirties, was carrying a briefcase.

Yang Sang leaned back behind Qin Qing, then straightened up and glared back at those who were sizing them up.

Qin Qing: “…”

She thought of an idiom… never mind.

Qin Qing was also observing those people.

More precisely, she was quickly scanning their Personal Panels.

These people were all “Sorcerers” invited by the main family. Qin Qing quickly scanned their logs and frowned.

Yang Sang quietly asked, “Boss, are these people ‘the real deal’?”

Qin Qing: “Talk less. We’ll discuss it later.”

A middle-aged man came forward and found seats for Qin Qing and her companion, also serving them tea.

They arrived late, so their seats were near the edge.

Qin Qing observed everyone within her sight. Currently, she hadn’t found any information related to the “inherited antique.”

She wondered if she could find some clues after meeting the elderly woman’s blood relatives.