When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the wooden board in the middle of the pavilion. Chu Sen said, "Thank goodness I was watching you the whole time. How could you have fainted for no apparent reason?"

"There's corpse gas in the mud. I made a mistake again." Uncle San said through gritted teeth.

My mind is still a little confused, as if I've taken drugs. The scenery I see in my eyes is like balloons, inflating and shrinking, and my body seems to be floating in the clouds, so light and weightless.

Strangely enough, I felt really good. It was an extremely good feeling. The panic I had felt when I saw Uncle San get into trouble was gone, and I felt, "How can this world be so beautiful?"

It didn't take long before I fell asleep again because it felt so comfortable. Although the wooden boards of the pavilion were very hard, sleeping on them felt like sleeping in a ball of cotton, so comfortable.

When I woke up again, it was already daylight. This time, my vision had finally returned to normal, and I saw a few unfamiliar faces. I quickly turned over and sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

The four people who came were all middle-aged men in worn work uniforms. One of them frowned and complained to us, "You kids are so brave! You came in knowing someone was killed here. You're going to suffer a great loss, aren't you?"

When I looked again, Third Uncle had fainted, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless, but his broken arm had been wrapped in gauze. I quickly got up and asked Chu Sen, "How is Third Uncle?"

"He may have fainted from excessive blood loss, but the doctor said it's nothing serious."

"It's a joke. You dared to do something you were not sure of. You almost killed us all." Zhao Duan said angrily.

He was right. If Uncle San had not overestimated the situation, he would not have suffered such a great loss. If this is not reckless, what is it?

Thinking of this, I sighed and didn't know what to say. Looking at the entrance of the pavilion, the area where water was gushing out had returned to normal, and there was no sign that water had ever come out.

The doctor then brought a stretcher and carried Uncle San away, along with a pile of hands that had been burned to charcoal. I sighed and said, "I never expected to suffer such a great loss."

"Do you think I can still believe what such a person says?" Zhao Duan said.

"Are you confused? He was hurt like this because of your family affairs, and you are still making sarcastic remarks at this point. Are you a human being?" I said angrily.

"That's not the truth. I came here because you asked me to. I didn't ask for your help. It's true that you almost killed me."

I was so angry that I even thought about fighting. Chu Sen quickly pulled me aside and said, "Can you reason with such a petty person? Third Uncle was seriously injured, now is not the time to quarrel with him."

He understood everything in one sentence and I quickly got on the ambulance and went to the hospital .

Zhao Duan did not come with us. He was "extremely disappointed" with us. Of course, my opinion is completely different from his. I think Uncle San must have been seriously injured by the evil spirit after failing to "fight" with his opponent .

So he is a hero, a well-deserved hero.

This time, my parents also rushed to the hospital after getting the news. My third uncle was undergoing surgery at the time. We explained the whole story to my parents outside the operating room.

After a while, two policemen and a short, fat middle-aged man rushed over. Coincidentally, the man knew my dad. After a few words of greeting, I realized that this man was the "Yun Boss" that Boss Wang mentioned.

This man's name is Yun Hui. He now runs the largest waste recycling and reuse factory in Shanghai, which is considered a high-tech green and environmentally friendly enterprise.

It is hard to imagine that the farmers who were forced to come to Shanghai from Anhui to make a living are now engaged in high-tech and are the leading enterprises in this industry. People's destiny is really unpredictable.

Although everything he did could be considered ambitious, I despise him from the bottom of my heart. He could even curse his own mother to death. How could such a person be kind to anyone? He is nothing but a heartless beast.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with his father, he asked, "Why is Director Yu here?"

"Ah, what a coincidence! My cousin had an accident last night. His left arm was burned and he's now in surgery. I came over to check on him after hearing the news."

"Ah, the one who had the accident in Longmuting yesterday was your cousin?" Yun Hui said in surprise.

"Yeah, Boss Yun also knows this place?"

"That's the warehouse where I store my belongings. So many things have happened at Longmuting. I built a warehouse around it, but I can't stop people from getting in. I don't know how people can be so curious. I didn't expect the injured person to be your cousin. Don't worry, I will arrange for the best doctor to treat him."

"Oh, I still don't know why he went to your place?"

"A girl died there before. I heard that your cousin went there to take care of the girl's funeral."

"So that's how it is. My cousin is in the funeral business." said Dad.

"As someone working in the high-tech industry, I shouldn't say such things, but Longmuting is indeed not peaceful. Several people have died inexplicably. Although it's a bit mysterious to say that there are evil spirits at work, it is indeed very dangerous. It's my fault for not supervising properly." Yun Hui was so anxious that his head was full of cold sweat.

The old saying "the people should not fight against the officials" is fully reflected in him. Although he is the new darling of high technology, he still looks very nervous when facing Yun Hui, a civil servant who has long lost his power.

"Don't worry, this was an accident. I can only blame my third brother for his bad luck. As long as no one is hurt, that's the best outcome." Dad was calmer than him.

"This place is killing me," he said dejectedly.

"Why not give up if it's troublesome?"

Dad only casually asked Yun Hui a question, but a look of panic flashed across his face. He quickly changed the subject and said, "It's such a messy place, who else can I give it to?"

"That's true. Everyone knows this place is not peaceful. You can't even send it out."

Hearing his father's words, Yun Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but I could clearly see the change in his expression. This old bastard must be afraid that his disobedient and unfilial behavior would be discovered, so he was determined to hold on to this piece of land until he died. This is the case of those who do evil will eventually perish.

Chu Sen asked, "Boss Yun, did you buy the land of Longmuting?"

"Yes, I bought it a long time ago," he said.

"But this place is a park. Can a park be used for transactions?" Chu Sen continued to ask.

"To be honest, I originally bought Longmuting to build a house. It's far from the Yangtze River estuary and close to Dapu Mountain, so the feng shui is really good. But after buying it, I discovered strange things kept happening, so I had to build a circle of warehouses outside. This entire piece of land took up a lot of my funds, but there's nothing I can do. What needs to be done must be done."

Chu Sen nodded and stopped asking. At this moment, the door of the operating room opened and a doctor wearing a mask came out. Dad hurried to greet him and asked, "Doctor, how is my cousin doing?"

"The patient's injuries weren't life-threatening, and he didn't develop an infection. He just suffered a prolonged lack of blood flow, which is probably the most serious injury. It shouldn't be a major problem, but the severed hand has been completely charred and cannot be reattached."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Hearing that Third Uncle was safe, Dad finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Director Yu, don't worry. I will cover all the expenses incurred by my cousin's hospitalization this time." Yun Hui came forward and said.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Since Boss Yun is willing to cover my uncle's medical expenses, why doesn't he cover Zhao Tingting's death benefit?"

Faced with such a "thorny" question, he said without hesitation: "I did intend to compensate, but Yang Yanan refused. He said that he would pay for it, otherwise he would feel guilty."

Looking at Yun Hui's expression, I knew he wasn't lying. This was strange. Are there people in the world who would take the initiative to take responsibility? Looking at Yang Yanan's timid look, she really wasn't that type of person.

The more I thought about it, the more strange it seemed. At that moment, Uncle San was wheeled out of the operating room. He was still unconscious, still suffering from the anesthetic. When we went to the ward , Dad politely declined Yun Hui's request to go with him. After they left, Dad asked, "Didn't you get hurt following Uncle San yesterday?"

"No, only he was hurt," I said.

"I've long told you to stay out of this kind of thing. It looks magical, but if something goes wrong it could really cost lives. Seeing how your Third Uncle is doing now, do you still want to do this job?"

"Dad, can you please go home and educate me?"

As they were talking, a tall, bald, and extremely ferocious-looking middle-aged man quietly entered the ward. When my father saw him, he immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Brother, why are you here?"