When Qin Han Tang undertook the construction project for the third phase of Hong Lou Chun, he signed a contract with the Song family, which clearly stipulated the completion date.
However, due to frequent safety accidents during construction, the project progress was repeatedly delayed, and they were on the verge of breaching the contract.
Song Xiang Yu, the person in charge from the Song family, had been causing trouble for Qin Han Tang recently, threatening to hold him accountable according to the contract and demand compensation for all losses if the project was not completed on time.
Now, seeing Song Yan's luxury car speeding towards him unexpectedly, how could Qin Han Tang not be afraid?
Watching the Maserati park in a spot not far from him, Qin Han Tang felt utterly exhausted and his face turned ashen.
However, when he then saw Chen Xiao, dressed in a white coat, step out, he was immediately stunned. After a long pause, he incredulously asked:
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, you... you seem to be driving the car of the Song family's eldest daughter?"
Chen Xiao had already been deeply captivated by the somewhat eerie concrete floors before him. He nodded casually, then went upstairs on his own, quickly reaching a bare apartment on the second floor.
By this time, the sky had begun to darken. The bare apartment's walls were dim, resembling a set for a major horror film.
Chen Xiao's sharp gaze swept across the empty balcony. The profound and mysterious Wu Zi Jin Fang in his mind whirred rapidly, his expression gradually becoming solemn:
"Mr. Qin, if I'm not mistaken, your daughter had her accident right here, didn't she?"
Qin Han Tang was still trying to guess Chen Xiao's relationship with Song Yan, appearing somewhat absent-minded. When Chen Xiao's question caught him off guard, he was startled as if his tail had been stepped on. He then exclaimed with immense reverence:
"You can see that too? Dr. Chen, you are truly miraculous!"
Chen Xiao walked towards the balcony, occasionally patting the rough walls with his hand, and stomping on the cement floor. Finally, he picked up some unused lime from the corner and drew an oval shape about one square meter on the ground. He then said to Qin Han Tang indignantly:
"Mr. Qin, according to my observation, the area I've marked is likely where a cruel and inhumane child's Yin Sha formation has been laid. Can you find a tool like a hammer drill to break it open and take a look?"
"Inhumane? Cruel and inhumane?"
Qin Han Tang didn't understand but was awed. He nervously asked:
"Dr. Chen, what is a child's Yin Sha formation?"
"This..."
Chen Xiao hesitated, then after much deliberation, said:
"Simply put, buried beneath the cement where I marked with lime is a child no older than four years old."
"Ah—"
Although Qin Han Tang already strongly believed that his construction site had attracted something unclean, he never imagined it would be so terrifying. When Chen Xiao said this so abruptly, he let out a scream of fright and involuntarily stumbled backward.
As he gradually calmed down, a chill ran down his spine, his legs felt weak, and he stammered:
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, you... you're not trying to scare me, are you? Who... who would bury a child here for no reason? That... that's a human life!"
"Otherwise, why would I call it inhumane and cruel?"
Chen Xiao looked at the cold cement floor beneath his feet, feeling both pity and anger. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone in the world could actually master such ferocious formations described in the Wu Zi Jin Fang.
Seeing Qin Han Tang trembling and only wiping cold sweat from his brow, he frowned and urged:
"Don't just stand there foolishly. Hurry and find the tools. If we dig out the body and hand it over to the police, we might be able to catch the mastermind behind your misfortune. And, of course, we might be able to avenge the wronged child."
As he spoke, he took out a marker pen and a notepad from his pocket, scribbled a talisman, and tossed it out onto the balcony. The notepad instantly burst into flames without fire.
Though tiny in the twilight, the flames seemed like a divine object cleansing filth, a divine fire illuminating darkness. In the blink of an eye, Qin Han Tang felt the previously desolate and eerie bare apartment transformed. He was both surprised and delighted. He turned and dashed out the door, saying with extreme excitement:
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, please wait. I'll go downstairs to get the hammer drill now."
He moved with incredible speed. Accompanied by the sound of his footsteps, he returned with a hammer drill in less than two minutes. He volunteered:
"Dr. Chen, please rest over there. Let me handle it from here!"
As he spoke, he disregarded his fear, picked up the hammer drill, and prepared to start.
But just then, accompanied by waves of alluring expensive perfume, Song Xiang Yu arrived, surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards and assistants. Before even entering the room, she aggressively questioned:
"Qin Han Tang, there's very little time left until the contractually agreed completion date. Why did you cause another safety accident this morning?"
As her words fell, she, graceful and opulent like a palace concubine, with a voluptuous and delicate figure reminiscent of Song Yan, and dressed in a cool and sexy manner even more so than Song Nuan, appeared before Chen Xiao and Qin Han Tang.