bookbashuk Chapter 169 The Underworld Materials Sent by the Fourth Elder
Chapter 169 The Underworld Materials Sent by the Fourth Elder
Wang Sanmu didn't answer. Instead, he threw himself onto the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and after a long while, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Let me teach you a lesson: you must never let gambling and drugs go hand in hand!"
"Where's Huang?" Fatty Lin asked jokingly.
"You little rascal, you're such a chatterbox!"
Wang Sanmu pointed at Fatty Lin and said, "When I first came to Hong Kong, I was actually in a similar situation to you guys; I was full of enthusiasm too!"
"Oh, right, you two know each other, Master Liu, right? Back in the day, I was a member of the organization too!"
"what?"
Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, not expecting this turn of events.
"You don't believe me?"
Wang Sanmu stubbed out his cigarette and said, "If you don't believe me, ask Master Liu!"
"Uncle Wang, since you've said so, we definitely believe you!"
Fatty Lin immediately chimed in.
"Uncle Wang, are you saying that Li Guagua used gambling and drugs to force you to submit?" I said.
"It's not drugs, it's prostitution and gambling!"
Wang Sanmu waved his hand and said, "In less than two months, I lost over 20 million. By the time I realized I'd been set up, it was too late!"
"Li Guagua helped me pay off my gambling debts and gave me a large sum of money. I also helped him resolve the troubles caused by Yueming Tower. It's that simple!"
"Uncle Wang, how did you solve it?" I asked.
"Solve it?" Wang Sanmu scoffed, "It can't be solved!"
"and you……"
"So how did I say it was resolved, right?"
Before I could finish asking, Wang Sanmu interrupted me.
"Yes!" I nodded.
"Unless that building is demolished, there's no way to solve the problem!"
Wang Sanmu glanced outside, as if he could see the Moonlit Tower. "I've told Li Guagua many times that the only real solution is to demolish the building, but he disagrees!"
"Why don't you agree?" I asked.
"The reason is simple: the building's value has plummeted!"
Wang Sanmu took out another cigarette and said, "If the building is demolished, he'll lose his title as the richest man, and the Li family's fortunes will decline year after year!"
Even so, with his family's wealth, his descendants will be financially secure for generations to come, though they will no longer be among the top tier!
"He doesn't agree, there's nothing I can do!"
"Uncle Wang, so you just settle for the next best thing, right?" Fatty Lin said.
"I guess so!"
Wang Sanmu nodded and said, "The problem with that building before was because the resentful energy couldn't be released and accumulated more and more. I opened a few openings to let the trapped souls breathe!"
"After that, I performed several more rituals to pray for the deceased!"
Even so, it only delays the outbreak!
"Li Guagua knows all this, but he just doesn't want to demolish it!"
"That building is the Li family's time bomb. As for when it will explode, I have no idea!"
After saying that, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and looked like he didn't want to say anything more.
Since he acted that way, Fatty Lin and I didn't ask any more questions.
What is certain is that Wang Sanmu was not telling the truth; there must be other shady deals between him and Li Guagua.
As for what it is, it's unclear at the moment.
Also, he said he knew Master Liu and had even worked in the same department as him, which surprised me quite a bit.
Verification is simple; a phone call will suffice.
I thought about it for a moment, then went out to call Uncle Liu.
Ten minutes later, back in the room, Fatty Lin gave him a wink.
I glanced at Wang Sanmu, who was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, then checked my phone, opened QQ, and started texting with Fatty Lin.
I told Fatty Lin that Wang Sanmu and Master Liu were indeed in the same department, but they belonged to different sections.
According to Mr. Liu, Wang Sanmu was sent to Hong Kong Island in the 1980s.
At first, Wang Sanmu was relatively normal, but later he became blinded by money and women, and by the 1990s he had left the organization.
When I asked about Wang Sanmu, Uncle Liu warned me a couple of times, telling me not to get involved with Wang Sanmu. He said that no matter how successful Wang Sanmu is now, he has meddled in things he shouldn't have, and whether he succeeds or not, he won't have a good outcome.
Success might bring a few more years of glory, but the end result will be extremely tragic.
No leader would allow someone like him to live.
Defeat, needless to say, will be equally disastrous.
I briefly explained the mission to Master Liu: we would keep the gambling king on his feet, while Wang Sanmu would extend his life.
Master Liu didn't ask how we got the job, but he warned us again not to get too involved with Wang Sanmu and not to get involved in the affairs of the gambling king's family.
I assured him repeatedly before Uncle Liu finally hung up the phone.
After we finished talking, Fatty Lin nodded to me.
An hour later, the Fourth Aunt sent someone to deliver the ritual implements for the arrangement.
The first items delivered were more than fifty old-fashioned oil lamps of various sizes.
There are seven large lamps and more than forty small lamps.
Then came the various other auxiliary materials, such as red rope, lamp oil, grave soil, and adipocere.
Finally, seven cat's eye beads and a locust wood plaque were delivered.
After gathering all the ingredients, Wang Sanmu began mixing them.
He mixed lamp oil, grave soil, and adipocere in a certain proportion, and then poured the lamp oil into the lamp one by one.
Throughout the entire process, he did everything himself and didn't ask us for any help.
Seeing him prepare the ingredients this time was quite an eye-opener, especially the adipocere.
I've seen this stuff before, but the ones I've seen are over a year old, and they're dry and hard.
The one that Fourth Wife sent this time was a semi-soft paste.
At first glance, I thought it was solidified butter.
At first, I was puzzled as to why butter was added when mixing lamp oil, until I smelled a putrid odor and realized something was wrong.
Not only the adipocere, but the lamp oil that Fourth Wife sent was also abnormal; I suspect it contained human oil.
Noticing that I had sensed something was wrong, Wang Sanmu smiled, pointed to the adipocere, and said, "This is the human essence extracted from a young girl. Just this little bit costs over a million Hong Kong dollars!"
"The oil is corpse oil, also known as baby oil!"
"And the lamp wick was made from shroud filaments!"
"Oh, right, and these eyeballs, they belong to the black cat!"
Wang Sanmu introduced the raw materials that his fourth wife had sent to my brother and me one by one, explaining each one as he introduced it.
My brother and I listened to his explanation with dark faces. None of these things were from the mortal world.
Leaving aside everything else, let's just talk about human fat.
The fact that the fourth wife was able to send the human ointment so quickly shows that she has a channel to purchase it.
In other words, there is a special market for selling things like human ointment and baby oil.
The fact that the gambling king's illness had not lasted long, and that his fourth wife was able to send these things so promptly, suggests that there is a market that specializes in selling these items.
Therefore, as long as you have enough money, you can buy and sell these things just like you would at a vegetable market.
The more I thought about it, the uglier my face became.