I didn't know who was inside the ice brick, or even if it was a person. Even with Zhao Tian's corpse scriptures, I couldn't see through it. I originally thought this ice brick wouldn't move again, but now cracks had appeared.

What did this crack mean? Was it a chance for whatever was inside the ice brick to be reborn, or would it be completely destroyed?

I wanted to use the abacus to calculate the fortune, but as soon as my hand touched it, I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I quickly pulled my hand back, and the abacus fell to the ground, scattering a lot of ice chips. Then, I heard a muffled rumble – thunder outside.

I was in the basement now. Normally, you couldn't hear thunder down here. If it sounded this loud in the basement, how loud must it be outside?

It seemed some things really couldn't be calculated, not just the details, but even the general fortune.

My abacus was made of iron. I was worried that if I insisted on calculating, the abacus might directly attract a bolt of lightning to strike me.

I dared not try again. I picked up the abacus and quickly left the basement. When I went upstairs, I found Jasmine curled up in a corner.

I asked Jasmine what was wrong. Hadn't she gone back upstairs? Why was she back down here?

Jasmine said she was scared. The sky had suddenly turned from clear to overcast, and the wind was blowing fiercely. Several lightning bolts struck towards our storefront. Standing at the window, she felt like the lightning was right in front of her. She was afraid the house would be struck and quickly ran downstairs.

But when she reached the door, she saw lightning outside too, and couldn't go out. She thought she was doomed and didn't know what to do, so she just curled up as small as possible, hoping the force of the disaster would ignore her.

Seeing her so frightened, I felt bad. If I hadn't been planning to calculate the fate of the thing inside the ice brick, I wouldn't have drawn the lightning down.

I opened the shop door and looked outside. The street did show signs of a strong wind. Some shop signs were blown askew. However, the dark clouds and lightning were gone. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but there wasn't a soul on the street.

Just then, Ding Kan came downstairs. I quickly asked him what had happened.

Ding Kan was taken aback. "Nothing happened."

"How could nothing have happened?" Jasmine clearly disagreed with Ding Kan's statement. "The wind was so strong, the thunder was so loud, and the lightning was right overhead. Are you blind and deaf?"

"Oh, you mean that? The weather was a bit strange just now, but it was just wind and thunder. It's not like we haven't seen it before. What's the big deal? At least it didn't rain. As long as it doesn't rain, it's fine." With that, Ding Kan took a book from my bookshelf and went back upstairs.

The book he took was a hand-copied edition of *Wu Zi Bingfa* (The Art of War by Wu Qi). He deliberately waved the book at me, as if trying to hint at something, but when I wanted to ask him, he had already gone upstairs.

Ding Kan's calm demeanor suggested he knew something. Especially that line, "As long as it doesn't rain, it's fine." What would happen if it rained?

I even suspected the crack on the ice brick appeared because Ding Kan came here. But if the abacus couldn't calculate it, Ding Kan definitely couldn't say anything carelessly, so he just took a book.

Why did Ding Kan take *Wu Zi Bingfa* at this time? What was he trying to imply? Was he implying that the big guy below was related to Wu Qi? It couldn't be that Wu Qi was inside the ice brick, could it? If it really was Wu Qi, that would be awesome.

Wu Qi was the most amazing and well-rounded talent during the Warring States period. He was a general and a minister, with unparalleled brilliance. When he was a general in the Wei state, he kept beating Qin, forcing Qin to cower and not dare to breathe loudly. When he was a minister in the Chu state, he presided over reforms that quickly led Chu to prosperity. Even when Wu Qi died, he dragged a group of old nobles to be buried with him.

Although history books record many of Wu Qi's misdeeds, such as killing his wife to gain a generalship and not returning home for his mother's funeral, a talent is a talent. In terms of military affairs, Sun Wu Han Bai (Sun Tzu, Wu Qi, Han Xin, and Bai Qi), he should be ranked ahead of Han Xin and Bai Qi. In terms of governing the country, many of Shang Yang's reform policies were based on his ideas.

If such a big shot were to come back to life, it would be a truly remarkable event.

I was thinking too much. If Wu Qi was really going to be resurrected, it was heaven's will. It wasn't something I could promote or prevent. I was just a small funeral shop owner. I should just live my life.

I comforted Jasmine a few times and told her to go upstairs. I also told her that if it thundered again, she should run to Ding Kan's room. That kid was powerful. Even lightning might not be able to kill him.

"What do you mean? Are you planning to summon lightning to strike me?" Ding Kan poked his head out from the stairwell again, I don't know when.

I glared at him unhappily. "Yes, why? Don't you believe I can summon lightning?"

"That's right, I really don't believe it," Ding Kan said.

I nodded. "Well, you're right. I really don't have that ability. Weren't you going upstairs to read? Why are you back down here? Did you grab the wrong book? Can't you understand this one?"

"No, no, no. I can understand the book. It's a very interesting book. I came down to remind you that business is coming. You should greet them quickly, or the customers will leave in a moment."

I looked towards the door and saw a car parked there. It was a pretty expensive car.

When did this car pull up? I didn't see it just now.

Never mind. A customer is a customer. Even if they just came to the funeral shop to ask for help with evil spirits, I still get a 20,000 yuan handling fee. I'll take any business I can get.

I saw someone get out of the car and walk towards my shop. I quickly sat down behind the counter and waved for Ding Kan and Jasmine to quickly go back to the second floor and not disturb my business negotiations.

Those two were very obedient and disappeared in a flash.

The person who got out of the car did indeed enter my shop. He was wearing a suit and tie, had a bald head, and drove a luxury car. He seemed like a boss. But after entering my shop, he kept looking around suspiciously. Even though I was sitting behind the counter, he didn't talk to me. Instead, he kept looking up and down, left and right, even directly touching the finished paper effigies I had on display.

You have to know, this is a funeral shop, not a convenience store or a supermarket. Customers don't usually pick things like this. And although he looked worried, he didn't seem like someone who had lost a family member. It was more like he had encountered something blocking his path to wealth.

"This gentleman must have a leaky money bag, with a lot of money inexplicably disappearing. He must have thought of coming here to see if there are any patches to repair the money bag, right?"

As soon as I said that, the man in the suit's eyes lit up immediately, and the way he looked at me changed.

"Oh, so there really is a master in this small shop?"