Uncle

"Brother-in-law..." Song Chengan weakly clasped his fists.

An Ruifeng raised the teacup in his hand and glanced at Song Chengan.

"I heard from them that you got a scribe position in the Demon Suppression Division?"

Song Chengan nodded. "Something like that."

Damn it.

Can I at least sit down to talk?

"Good."

"You, who never applied yourself, unexpectedly stumbled into a position as a scribe in the Demon Suppression Division by chance."

"Your luck is truly incredible."

"I also heard from them that you haven't been to any gambling dens these days, nor have you asked your sister for money to gamble again."

"From now on, be steady and do Lord Wu's work well."

"Be cordial with your colleagues."

"Absolutely do not get into arguments with anyone."

"Especially those few Demon Suppression Envoys; they are important figures who will become immortals in the future."

An Ruifeng's face involuntarily broke into a smile as he said this. "Speaking of which, have you met Mingxin yet?"

"He is also a Demon Suppression Envoy now."

Song Chengan clasped his fists. "I saw him at the yamen."

"He just didn't speak to me."

An Ruifeng nodded. "Mingxin followed an Immortal Master into the immortal sect, so he naturally has some arrogance. Be tolerant of him."

"This is a gift for your sister, isn't it?"

Song Chengan nodded. "I just bought some pastries casually."

"Would brother-in-law like to have some?"

An Ruifeng shook his head. "I won't have any. Go see your sister. I've already had someone inform her that you're here."

"Okay, I'll head over then."

Song Chengan clasped his fists and left.

Do all middle-aged and elderly people like to lecture others on how to do things?

Song Chengan couldn't help but complain inwardly.

To be honest, he didn't like visiting the An Family.

An Ruifeng didn't like him.

He also detested the rules of these prominent families.

But his sister was here, so he had no choice.

Speaking of which, he always felt his sister should have married someone closer to her age, not this old man An Ruifeng.

"Chengan, they say you've become a scribe in the Demon Suppression Division!"

"I heard about it; even ordinary scholars couldn't get that position!"

"My brother is so amazing!"

"Come, sit down quickly. I've had them prepare delicious food for you."

"Before, when you came, I'd ask the kitchen to cook for you, and they'd drag their feet. Today, I haven't even said anything, and they've already sent someone to ask what you like to eat!"

Song Cui pulled Song Chengan down to sit.

At the same time, she said to An Mingxu beside her, "Mingxu, quickly call out to your uncle!"

"Uncle!"

Song Cui's comment about the kitchen staff being slow made Song Chengan pause, so much so that he didn't even notice An Mingxu's words.

"Uncle!"

"Mingxu is calling you uncle!"

Song Cui said happily.

"He knows you're his uncle!"

Hearing this, Song Chengan's face also broke into a smile.

His father had disappeared early, and after that, he, his mother, and his sister depended on each other.

After his mother passed away, his sister became his only family.

For his sister's only son, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he treated him as his own.

I don't know if Mingxu's foolishness is innate or due to something else, but I heard there are magical elixirs.

If there's time, you can ask Immortal Master Ciren to see if there's a way.

He took out the pastries he bought, "I bought some pastries for you and Mingxu, sister. Eat them later and don't let them go bad."

"Brother Song, two people are dead, it's incredibly strange!"

Ding Dahai said, still shaken.

"What does this family do?"

Song Chengan asked.

"The man of the house is named Huang Ze. He carries sacks at the docks during the day and works as a guard at Steward Qian's house at night. He used to work at the Du Family Escort Agency when he was younger, so he knows martial arts. He left the agency after getting injured."

"His wife works as a wet nurse at the Wei Family. Didn't one of the Wei Family's concubines just give birth to a son? They called his wife over when the baby had no milk."

"He also has a daughter and two sons. The youngest son was just born not long ago."

Song Chengan looked at the lifeless man on the table. He was a man with bronzed skin and a square face.

In his final moments, he seemed to be eating.

But his life force was drained in an instant.

Also dead was a girl on the bed.

Around fourteen or fifteen years old.

"He works two jobs by himself?"

"His daughter has been sick since she was in her mother's womb. It costs a lot of silver every year."

Song Chengan nodded.

"How did you find their home?"

"Didn't you say, Brother Song, that we should pay attention to who suddenly comes into wealth?"

"There's a guy named Gao Er at the gambling house who specializes in luring people in. He noticed this man had become affluent recently, so he followed the scent."

"Then he found the bodies and reported it to the authorities."

Song Chengan saw some cloth piled by the girl's bed.

"They say he wanted to make clothes for his daughter," Ding Dahai said, seeing his gaze drift towards the cloth.

"What about the two sons?"

"The elder son is at school and hasn't returned yet. The younger son is staying with his maternal grandmother."

As they were talking, a heart-wrenching cry came from outside.

"His wife is back. I'll go handle her."

Song Chengan nodded. He thought for a moment and said, "Captain Ding, ask your subordinates later if anyone took money from the Huang family."

"The money the Huang family obtained is tainted with evil energy. Spending it will bring disaster."

"Brother Song, don't scare me," Captain Ding said with a wry smile.

Song Chengan glanced at him, "Otherwise, why do you think this man suddenly became extravagant? And how did he and his daughter die?"

"It's likely his wife and sons don't know about this money, or perhaps they haven't touched it. Otherwise, they would have suffered too."

Captain Ding's expression changed upon hearing this.

"Brother Song, wait a moment, I'll go ask."

"Brother Song, do you think it's this?"

A short while later.

Ding Dahai returned, carefully holding a plate with some silver on it.

He didn't even dare to touch it.

Song Chengan took it.

They were all ten-tael silver ingots.

According to the records.

The money for a Golden Silkworm Marriage cannot be in small change; it must be in large denominations.

This is to deter those with ill intentions and let the greedy bring disaster upon themselves.

It seems to be true now.

"It's this."

"Captain Ding, ask again later. Absolutely do not hide it privately, as it may bring disaster."

"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Song. I'll ask again later."

Ding Dahai dared not be careless.

He knew his men; not one of them was clean.

Song Chengan took out the paper crane he had obtained from Yu Changfu.

He channeled a trace of True Qi from his body into it, then placed the paper crane on the silver plate.

Instantly, red patterns lit up on the paper crane, spreading across its entire body.

The patterns flashed and disappeared.

The paper crane suddenly came to life.

It wobbled and flew off into the distance.

Song Chengan quickly followed.

"Captain Ding, please send someone to the Demon Suppression Division headquarters and ask them to send reinforcements."

Ding Dahai watched Song Chengan depart. "No wonder the rumors say Song Chengan comes from a cultivation family in Sanjiao County."

"Such divine methods, it seems the rumors are true."

"Now that this man has joined the Demon Suppression Division, I must befriend him."

In the dim room.

Balu held a long sword and performed a stepping ritual among the bronze lamps.

"Strange, why has the lifespan used as a sacrifice diminished so much?"

"A little less is fine," he muttered to himself.