"Minister…"
The assistant pushed open the door, his face filled with excitement.
The minister was stunned." What made you so happy?" Good news?"
He knew how steady his assistant was. It was rare for him to have such a big emotional fluctuation. Usually, if he had such a big emotional fluctuation, his expression would be good, and if his expression was bad, it would be bad.
The assistant was holding a document in his hand.
"Minister, make a guess."
The minister rolled his eyes at this answer.
He didn't let his assistant down. He started guessing what good news it was. The next second, he thought of something good." Team Leader Wu went to sleep? And he planned to not go to work tomorrow to catch up on sleep so that he could live longer?”
“……”
The assistant's expression froze.
The department head was indeed good friends with Team Leader Wu.
The assistant was speechless.
"No, Minister, I'll give you a hint. It has nothing to do with Team Leader Wu.”Then he added," Good news that has nothing to do with the Ghost Controlling Bureau.”
"It has nothing to do with our Ghost Taming Bureau."
The minister was stumped.
He thought of many things. For example, a certain Yin Qi land in Singapore had exploded and lost a Yin Qi land. Or, if he stole the country, his business would explode and he would be controlled by the capital? It's a good thing to have an ordinary person's perspective?
"You better tell me the good news. It's too difficult to guess.”
The assistant smiled.
He nodded and did not plan to let the minister guess. After all, the scope of good news was too wide.
"Minister." The assistant looked excited and said slowly," Minister, do you still remember the investigation team of Shing Wong's descendants that you specially set up?”
Pfft--
The sound of a chair sliding on the floor rang out.
The minister pressed his hands on the table and stood up. His eyes widened as he looked at his assistant in shock.
" Found it?!"
The establishment of the top-notch S-grade file, Shing Wong Temple, made him make a decision to investigate the descendants of Shing Wong!
The mention of the City God naturally reminded people of the outstanding contributions made by the ancients, which led to the emperors or the people spontaneously worshiping and building temples. The City God was different from many immortals. The history of the City God itself could be traced and easily found. Immortals like the Longevity Star also had their own stories and representative figures. However, it was very troublesome to investigate those people. Some of them were even fabricated figures.
However, the City God was different. They existed in history. They did not even need to seriously investigate history to know the historical story of the City God and the great achievements he had once made.
Therefore, the first thing he wanted to do was to investigate the history of the City God. Then, he thought of the possible descendants of the City God.
If they investigated the descendants of the Shing Wong, it would be more beneficial than detrimental to the Ghost Taming Bureau.
The Ghost Controlling Bureau's attitude towards the Shing Wong Temple was already very obvious. They would not provoke or contact the Shing Wong Temple to reduce unnecessary mistakes and maintain a 'subtle' relationship with each other. However, this relationship would definitely not be maintained so easily. The Ghost Controlling Bureau would not be passive.
The descendants of the Shing Wong were a 'response' that the Ghost Taming Bureau had made to deal with some special possibilities that might appear in the future.
For example, inviting their descendants to join the Ghost Control Bureau, giving them generous rewards, and the Shing Wong Temple showing goodwill. Although this was unlikely, what if?
Another example was that if there was a misunderstanding between the Shing Wong Temple and the Shing Wong Temple in the future, he could ask the descendants to come out and resolve the misunderstanding.
There were many possibilities.
It was precisely because of this that the minister set up a special investigation team and let them be in charge.
The department head was shocked at first, then he was pleasantly surprised." Quick, quick, quick, give me the information."”
The assistant nodded.
When he handed the information to the minister, the joy on his face decreased a lot.
The department head took the documents, pulled out a chair, and sat down to read.
Time slowly passed.
The more he looked, the uglier the minister's expression became. Surprise, frozen, ugliness…
Ten minutes later.
He read the information carefully word by word.
Puff.
The minister placed the documents on the table. He looked up at his assistant and frowned." You didn't check wrongly?”
"Is this a descendant of the City God?" He knocked on the documents on the table twice, his expression extremely ugly.
The assistant nodded.
There was a bitter smile on his face.
"It can't be wrong. I've confirmed it three times, and there's a 70% chance that he's a descendant of Lord Shing Wong. The reason why I said 70% is a conservative estimate. After all, it's been a long time, and it's not easy to track it down. That's why I said 70%.”
The minister was silent.
If someone was here, they would see the information on the table. The information that the minister was referring to had the first few words on it.
'Theft',' gangster-related 'and' illegal money-laundering'.
……
Moqin City.
It was in the same province as Cang City and Beiming City, and was located in the northernmost part of the province.
This city was famous for its snacks, which often attracted tourists to come here for a vacation.
An Ziming was born and raised in this city.
Three generations of his family had been in Moqin City, but it was said that their ancestors had come from somewhere else. Their ancestors had come to this city because of the war and because they wanted to make money.
Three months ago.
An Ziming had just celebrated his 28th birthday.
He had a good appearance, a well-proportioned figure, eight-pack abs, a crew cut, and liked to wear gray suits.
To outsiders, An Ziming looked like a talented person. At first glance, they thought that he had a rich job and a successful career. However, those who knew him knew that An Ziming was ignorant and incompetent. He had never worked before, let alone had a successful career. The company he opened was just a shell company that was used to make a front for some of his gray businesses.
An Ziming was very satisfied with his life. He dropped out of high school in his second year and entered society. However, he gave up his job after a few days. Because of his outstanding fighting ability, he followed some friends and became a fighter for others. Slowly, he also mixed in the underworld.
However, in the past few years, he had changed his job and started doing other things. He cooperated with others to launder money and earn a commission.
It could be said that he had a lot of money now. If not a million, he had at least a few hundred thousand. This was the money that he had 'saved' under the premise that he could spend very well.
Half a month ago.
An Ziming was emotionally unstable, and this was because he had encountered a ghost!
He was haunted by a ghost. A ghost wanted his life.
When An Ziming was scared to death, he was lucky enough to get rid of the ghost. Not only did he get rid of the ghost, but he also gained a special ability.
Such a change made him feel incredulous.
"Speaking of which, my luck has been pretty good in the past half a month. Did my ancestor show his spirit?”This was what An Ziming said after the incident.
After saying this, An Ziming thought of what his father had said when he was young.
In the past, their ancestors were very powerful.
He did not think too much about this thought. It flashed past his mind.
After that, An Ziming slowly gained a deeper understanding of this world through his 'special' friends due to his special ability. He slowly discovered the unknown side of this world.
The matter of ghosts was actually no secret in the eyes of some powerful people.
As long as their family had some power, some money, and tens of millions of capital, they would know about ghosts if they wanted to. Ghost incidents frequently occurred. It was difficult for ordinary people to know about these things, but they had many channels. It was not difficult for them to know. The Ghost Control Bureau could not block this. The capitalist class had many channels.
If Master Weighty didn't have the Ghost Controlling Bureau, he would have found out about his daughter, Ji Miao 'er, as long as he had the heart to investigate.
Some powerful people were afraid of death because they knew about ghosts. Therefore, they spent a lot of money to hire ghost controllers as bodyguards. This kind of thing was not unheard of. On the contrary, it was quite common.
Although An Ziming wasn't that powerful, he knew a lot of people. After asking around for a long time, he accidentally found out about the ghost controller.
He took the initiative to get in touch with the ghost controllers and then joined an unofficial ghost controller organization, Ghosthand.
Today, 10 AM.
An Ziming drove to a place and received a call after parking the car.
A voice came from the phone.
"Ziming, where are you? Is it coming?"
This voice was very low and had a special tone, as if there was charcoal in its mouth.
"We'll be there in three minutes." An Ziming replied. Then, he said a few words to the other end of the phone and hung up.
Two minutes later.
An Ziming saw a man standing at the entrance of the appointed milk tea shop. He was about 57 or 58 years old, with thick dark circles under his eyes. He looked difficult to get along with. To put it simply, this person looked like a bad person. His name was Xiang Sheng.
"Do you want milk tea?" Xiang Sheng revealed an honest smile, which gave people a sense of contrast.
He handed her a cup of milk tea.
"No thanks." An Ziming shook his head.
Xiang Sheng didn't mind. He threw the milk tea into the trash can beside him." When are we going to see your uncle?"”
Xiang Sheng said with a smile.
He was the boss of Netherclaw. Unlike those large ghost controller organizations, his organization was only a small one. However, despite his small size, his business was not small. He specialized in finding ghost controller bodyguards for rich businessmen and powerful people. He knew many people.
Recently, when he met An Ziming and chatted with him, he accidentally discovered something. This An Ziming was very likely to be a descendant of the City God!!
Other than being the boss of Netherclaw, Xiang Sheng also had another identity as a member of the Fraternity.
He was an old acquaintance of Yan Liangpeng, who had died not long ago.
Yan Liangpeng's death had made him particularly sensitive to the information about the Shing Wong. An Ziming had mentioned something when they were chatting. His family had a very powerful ancestor, so it was probably because of this that he was lucky enough to become a ghost controller. It was originally a self-deprecating remark, but Xiang Sheng suddenly remembered that the Ghost Controlling Bureau and various organizations were investigating the descendants of the Shing Wong, so he asked a few more questions.
After asking, she found out that An Ziming wasn't bragging. His ancestors were indeed famous. The elders above his father often bragged about this matter. Every generation would talk about this matter, either bragging or not forgetting the glory of their ancestors. They were very concerned about this matter and casually ordered people to investigate.
Originally, it was just a spur of the moment action. However, he did not expect that after this investigation, he would accidentally discover that An Ziming was very likely a descendant of the Shing Wong.
When Xiang Sheng heard the news, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep.
He believed that this information was definitely first-hand information. Even the Ghost Controlling Bureau might not be as fast as him!
The Ghost Controlling Bureau was definitely investigating the matter of the descendants of the Shing Wong, but their progress was definitely very slow. This was because they had started from the beginning, starting from ancient times and starting from hell. However, he had started from the 'results' and worked backwards. The effect was completely different.
Today, he planned to ask An Ziming about his few relatives and uncles. He wanted to ask him about An Ziming's ancestors.
His uncle was an old acquaintance of An Ziming's father and was also the godson of his grandfather. It was not an exaggeration to say that his grandfather raised him, so he definitely knew a little about his ancestors.
An hour later.
An Ziming and Xiang Sheng knocked on a door.
"He's here." An old voice came from inside.
The elderly uncle opened the door. When he saw An Ziming, his expression darkened." What are you doing here?"”
His voice did not hide his dislike for An Ziming.
An Ziming was ignorant and incompetent. His father had cut ties with him a long time ago. When he found out about what happened to An Ziming, he was furious. His mother was also in a nursing home now, and her family was still helping to take care of her. Later on, when An Ziming had money, his uncle personally came to ask An Ziming to give money to support his mother regularly.
An Ziming hadn't seen his mother for a few years. When his mother passed away last month, she didn't even attend the funeral. She said that she was busy earning money and asked someone to go on her behalf.
"Uncle, I'm here to ask you something.”
An Ziming chuckled, not caring about his uncle's expression at all.
"What is it?"
"I heard from my dad that our ancestors were famous. Does uncle know about this?”
"Hmm?"
His uncle looked at An Ziming in confusion, not knowing why he would ask about this.
Someone had come to ask the same question today, and he had just left not long ago. His uncle didn't mention this matter and chose to tell An Ziming what he wanted to ask. He really didn't want to talk to An Ziming.
"I heard about this from your father and grandfather. Your father didn't say much, but your grandfather's generation and even your great-grandfather's generation often mentioned this. Your grandfather came to us because of the war. Your family's ancestral home is in Cang City. In the past, probably during the Ming Dynasty or the Yuan Dynasty, there was an ancestor who was extremely famous. After his death, he was conferred the title of City God and built a temple.”
"Is it the City God of Cang City's City God Temple, Yong Ru Bo?!”Xiang Sheng said excitedly.
"I don't know the details, but it should be.”
His uncle shook his head and looked at Xiang Sheng strangely." I used to hear Ziming's grandfather say that this was the honor of their family and the glory of their ancestors. They must remember that if it weren't for the war, their family would still be in Cang City and would go to the City God Temple to worship their ancestors every once in a while. However, when it came to your grandfather's generation, he stopped this custom when he was young.”
He looked at An Ziming and Xiang Sheng.
"I'm done. That's all I know. Do you have anything else to ask? If not, I'll go cook.”
An Ziming's eyes flickered.
He glanced at Xiang Sheng, who shook his head slightly, his face full of excitement.
"Uncle, I want to investigate the matter of my ancestors. Do you know any evidence that can prove the matter of my ancestors?”
"I don't know…No, there's something that can prove it.”His uncle spoke and looked at An Ziming." The fish-like jade that your father gave you in the past was something that belonged to your ancestors. I heard from your grandfather that the shape of the jade and the name of your ancestors were similar. It was passed down from generation to generation, so that thing should be counted.”
" That piece of jade?!"
An Ziming was stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
That piece of jade with history was not of good quality. It was good because it was old. He had sold it directly when he was short of money in the past.
"Uncle, I'm done asking.”An Ziming returned to his senses and chuckled.
Uncle nodded and closed the door.
He didn't even want to talk to An Ziming, this unfilial son. His sister didn't even come to see her off until she died, so he didn't want to be polite at all. If it wasn't for An Ziming's background, he would have closed the door when he saw him.
He closed the door.
"This morning, someone came to ask about this ancestor question, and now Ziming is here to ask too. Strange, is there something going on?”His uncle muttered in a low voice with a strange expression.
He shook his head as he spoke. He did not want to get involved in this matter, so he did not care too much about it. He turned around and walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Outside the door.
An Ziming and Xiang Sheng turned around and left.
"Where did you put the jade?" Xiang Sheng was so excited that his face was flushed with excitement.
Today was definitely the happiest day of his life. He was happier than losing his virginity at forty.
"Um…I sold it."
" What?!"
Xiang Sheng screamed, his voice almost feminine.
His eyes widened." Where did you buy it? Who did you buy? Tell me, I'll get someone to investigate.”
As he spoke, Xiang Sheng's face turned red. He was not as calm as he used to be today. What had happened made him unable to remain calm.
After that, he found out about Yu's whereabouts from An Ziming.
"An antique collector? Then it should be easy to find." Xiang Sheng muttered and immediately called someone to investigate. They had to get that thing. No matter what method they used, the faster the better.
An Ziming's eyes flickered.
Compared to the jade, he was more concerned about the descendants of the Shing Wong!
Through the ghost controller and Xiang Sheng, he knew the meaning of the word 'City God' in the entire circle of ghost controllers.
The word 'City God' represented terror!
It was terrifying!
Even the fiercest evil spirit would shudder when he heard the words 'City God'.
Not too long ago, a wave of Yin Qi erupted in Flower Spring City, and a land of Yin Qi was born. It was rumored that there was an S-class Evil Spirit King within it. Thousands of malicious spirits wreaked havoc, and society was on the verge of collapse. However, after a black longsword flew over from the sky, all the chaos was suppressed and wiped out. That was the sword of the City God. The power of a single sword could suppress the heavens and the earth, from the sky to the earth. It was extremely terrifying.
The light that erupted from the sword could be seen from afar even in other cities.
An Ziming had seen the news a few days ago. This incident had even caused a discussion on the Internet. In the end, it was covered up by the official proof that it was a special experiment.
"My ancestor was the City God, and I am the descendant of the City God.”An Ziming's blood boiled, and the more he thought about it, the more his body trembled.
Even an outsider like Xiang Sheng had lost his share of the profits, let alone An Ziming.
He wished he could go to Cang City and see his ancestor An Yanyuan at the City God Temple.
"Immortal, my ancestor is now an immortal. In the future, I will soar to fame, and money and power…will be within my grasp.”
An Ziming muttered.
Xiang Sheng looked at An Ziming." That's right. With your identity, you're destined to be famous wherever you go. However, you have to be careful. Don't expose this matter for now. Be careful not to let the malicious ghosts find trouble with you. The malicious ghosts are afraid of the Shing Wong now, but some malicious ghosts also hate the Shing Wong Temple.”
"I understand."
An Ziming nodded.
Xiang Sheng hooked his arm around An Ziming's shoulder and chuckled." Ziming, your status is different now. Don't forget me. You'll take care of me in the future. You can eat meat and leave some soup for me."”
"Xiang Sheng, you must be joking. I eat meat, and you will eat meat in the future. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who will be ungrateful. Without you, I'm afraid I won't even know that I have this identity.”
An Ziming smiled.
It was true that he wanted Xiang Sheng to eat meat. He didn't do it to repay Xiang Sheng. He just wanted someone to help him.
An Ziming wasn't stupid. Xiang Sheng had a lot of connections and was an old hand in the circle of ghost controllers. An Ziming was a newbie in the circle of ghost controllers. He needed a guide. As long as Xiang Sheng did a good job, he would have more chances to eat more meat in the future. In short, the descendants of the Shing Wong represented destined glory!
When Xiang Sheng heard this, his face cracked into a smile." Okay, okay, okay. In the future, you can say that I've become brothers despite my age."”
Although he said that, he saw the subtle change in An Ziming's expression and understood it clearly.
…Damn, this guy's luck is too good. He was a good person for nine generations in his previous life?
Xiang Sheng was so jealous that he was about to transform.
"By the way, I plan to go to Cang City once I find that piece of jade.”
"Hmm?" Hearing An Ziming's words, Xiang Sheng was stunned.
Then, he nodded slightly." It's good to go early. I'll get my people to speed up the progress and get that jade back for you as soon as possible.”
……
The next day.
Jing Fu City, headquarters.
The minister was sitting in his office, rubbing his temples with essential balm.
Ever since he found out about the Shing Wong's descendant yesterday, he had been very frustrated about how to deal with this matter.
" Information about him..." The minister looked at the information on An Ziming's life that he had been investigating on the table, and his frown deepened.
He had been thinking about how to get in touch with An Ziming and what kind of identity the Ghost Controlling Bureau played. This An Ziming was suspected to be a ghost controller, and he had frequent contact with an external ghost controller, Xiang Sheng.
"Get rid of Xiang Sheng and control the people around An Ziming so that he won't take any more crooked paths.”
The minister's eyes flickered.
This was the measure that had been discussed this morning.
The Ghost Controlling Bureau knew very well what An Ziming represented. They did not allow An Ziming to have those evil people around him, but he did not dare to go too far. After all, An Ziming was the descendant of the City God. This matter made the head of the department sleepless all night. Today, he decided to let someone contact An Ziming first, at least to let him get close to the Ghost Controlling Bureau.
Deng.
Anxious footsteps could be heard outside the door. The assistant knocked on the door and opened it.
"Minister, An Ziming took a plane to Cang City. He's going to the City God Temple in Mulou Village.”
The assistant's deep voice sounded…
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