90: Chapter 90 A luxury mansion built on top of a mass grave? This developer is really reckless!

"Drip."

A crystal-clear dewdrop, emitting a faint, exotic fragrance, slid down the jet-black petals of the Soul-Devouring Black Demon Flower, about to drip into the soil.

"Catch it!"

Su Yang was quick-witted and fast-handed, holding a jade bottle and steadily catching this drop of dew.

"Is this the legendary Demon Flower Spirit Dew?"

Su Yang shook the jade bottle, looking at the liquid inside that seemed to roll around as if it had life, a trace of joy flashing in his eyes.

According to the System's introduction, this Soul-Devouring Black Demon Flower condenses one drop of essence every morning.

Mortals who drink it can become immune to all poisons, Cultivators who drink it can increase their Divine Soul, and for ghosts, it is even a great nourishing item.

"Although the yield is a bit low, it can be considered a long-term supply."

Su Yang put away the jade bottle with satisfaction and patted the flower disc of the Black Demon Flower.

"Well done. It seems those few fertilizers yesterday made you very happy to eat."

The Black Demon Flower rubbed against Su Yang's palm ingratiatingly, its vines wagging incessantly like puppy tails.

Although the enforcement team that came to cause trouble yesterday ran away quickly, they still left behind quite a bit of "essence and spirit" for it to absorb. While it wasn't as satisfying as devouring flesh and blood directly, it was enough to satisfy its appetite.

"Boss, I've found it."

At this moment, Ye Yuqing walked over quickly holding a tablet, her expression somewhat serious.

"Regarding that Dragon Bay project, the situation is even more serious than what Waner said."

"Oh? How so?" Su Yang walked to the stone table and sat down, taking the spirit crystal rice porridge handed over by Liu Waner.

"That plot of land was indeed a mass grave a hundred years ago, and later it became an execution ground. It is said that at least ten thousand skeletons are buried beneath it."

Ye Yuqing scrolled through the screen, pulling up various old photos and news reports.

"Over the years, whenever someone wanted to touch that piece of land, all sorts of strange accidents would happen."

"Excavators would overturn for no reason, workers would hear crying in the middle of the night, blood would seep out after the foundation was laid... some developers even died suddenly before construction began."

"So that land has remained deserted and has become a famous ominous site in Jiangzhou."

"But this time, I don't know what kind of madness Chen Tianyang has, but he actually spent an exorbitant price to buy it and wants to build the most high-end river-view mansion on it."

"And..."

Ye Yuqing pointed to a photo of the construction site that had just been secretly taken.

"Since construction started, the site has been sealed off. There are security guards with electric batons patrolling 24 hours a day outside, and not even a bird can fly in."

"But I found some rumors; it is said that every night, the sound of opera singing comes from the construction site inside, and several workers have already gone missing."

"Opera singing?"

Su Yang took a sip of the porridge, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems Boss Chen has hired an expert to hold down the fort."

"Singing opera to ghosts on a mass grave—this is an attempt to use ghost opera to soothe the dead souls and forcibly suppress the resentment."

"However..."

Su Yang put down his bowl, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"This method of treating the symptoms but not the root cause is like lighting a mosquito coil on a gunpowder barrel."

"Once it can no longer be suppressed, it will be a cataclysmic explosion."

"Then what should we do?" Ye Yuqing asked, "Report him?"

"What's the use of reporting? He has money and power, and the procedures must all be in order."

Su Yang stood up and stretched.

"Since it's a playground, of course I have to go and play for myself."

"Qingcheng, Chu Ling."

"Here!"

The two "Devil Heads" who were studying how to edit photos on their phones immediately floated over.

"Pack up, I'm taking you two to a buffet."

"A buffet?!"

Chu Ling's eyes lit up, revealing two cute little fangs, "Is it the kind with lots of blood?"

"No, it's the kind with lots of resentment."

Su Yang looked at the sky in the east, which appeared somewhat gloomy even in the daytime.

"A mass grave, that's an excellent treasure land for raising corpses and Soul Refining."

"Since Chen Tianyang dares to touch this cake, I will let him know what it means to... invite a god is easy, but sending one away is difficult."

...

Half an hour later.

A black Mercedes G-Wagon stopped in front of a huge piece of wasteland in the east of the city.

This was the construction site of the Dragon Bay project.

Although it was broad daylight, it gave people a gloomy feeling.

The construction site was surrounded by two-meter-high metal hoardings, covered with warning signs saying "Construction Area, No Trespassing" and various yellow talismans for guarding the house.

And above the hoardings, one could vaguely see a layer of faint black mist shrouding the entire construction site, not even allowing sunlight to penetrate.

"Such heavy Yin Qi!"

As soon as she got out of the car, Su Qingcheng frowned.

Although she was a fierce ghost, she couldn't stand this kind of chaotic, violent, and venomous Yin Qi.

"The number of ghosts here is probably no less than ten thousand."

"And they have all been trapped underground by some kind of Formation, unable to get out and unable to dissipate."

"This is just a pressure cooker."

Chu Ling wrinkled her nose, looking disgusted.

"The smell is too mixed, like a swill bucket, not fresh at all."

"Don't be a picky eater, it's good enough that there's something to eat."

Su Yang led the two women to the main entrance of the construction site.

"What are you doing?!"

Two security guards holding rubber batons rushed out from the security room at the entrance, blocking the way with fierce and menacing looks.

"This is private property, get lost!"

"I'm here to look at the property."

Su Yang said with his hands in his pockets, smiling.

"I heard that the Feng Shui here is good, backed by a mass grave and stepping on a ten-thousand-person pit. I want to buy a unit to use as... a Yin dwelling."

"Kid, are you looking for trouble?!"

The security guards were furious and waved their batons to hit him.

"Freeze."

Before Su Yang could move, Chu Ling, who was beside him, just blew a breath.

The two security guards were instantly frozen, staying in their position with batons raised, their eyes rolling around, but they couldn't even move a finger.

"Let's go, let's go in and see what kind of deity Boss Chen has invited."

Su Yang walked swaggeringly into the construction site.

The further in they went, the heavier the Yin Qi became.

There were large pits everywhere on the ground dug by excavators, and in some pits, even half-exposed blackened bones could be seen.

And in the very center of the construction site, a huge ritual altar was set up.

The ritual altar was surrounded by black command flags, with hideous ghost faces painted on them.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a bright yellow taoist robe and holding a peach wood sword in his hand was performing rituals on the altar, muttering incantations.

And below the altar, dozens of pitch-black coffins were placed, with the lids half-open, and one could vaguely see corpses wearing burial clothes inside.

"This is..."

Su Yang glanced at the layout of the ritual altar, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hundred Ghost Transport Formation?"

"This is not suppressing ghosts; this is clearly... borrowing ghosts to transport wealth!"

"Borrowing ghosts to transport wealth?" Su Qingcheng asked, confused.

"Utilizing the thousands of resentful souls here to forcibly transport wealth from all directions and inject it into the Chen family's Luck."

Su Yang sneered.

"This Chen Tianyang is really someone who wants money over his life."

"He dares to use such a vicious and destructive Formation that cuts off descendants; is he tired of living?"

"Since that's the case..."

Su Yang took out a handful of [spirit crystal rice] he had brought from home from his pocket.

"Then I'll help him add some fuel to the fire."

"Chu Ling, go and lift those coffin lids for me."

"Qingcheng, go and pull out those command flags."

"Let's give this Great Master a... Hundred Ghost Camp Explosion!"