I kept Yuan Ying's words in mind and took two candles, ready to go out.

What's your rush!

Yuan Ying pulled me aside: "If you don't give me your birth date and time and your hair, how can I help you preserve your physical body?"

As she spoke, she handed me a calligraphy brush and a yellow talisman, asking me to dip my brush in cinnabar and write my birth date and time on the talisman. She then cut off a lock of her hair.

After I finished writing, I saw Yuan Ying take the yellow talisman with my birth date and time written on it, fold it into a paper figure, and then take out three incense sticks and stick them in the incense burner in front of her.

Then I placed half of the paper figure on the incense burner and had someone put a stick of incense in my mouth.

"This is a guiding incense. Keep it in your mouth until you reach the place where Liu Sandao's soul was lost. Ignore everyone who talks to you along the way. If someone blocks your way, don't turn. When you arrive, just spit out the incense and wait for the carriage with the funeral candle!"

I memorized the steps, took the incense sticks for guidance, lit the candles for the deceased, and went out.

I had just stepped out the door when Yuan Ying, carrying the incense burner with my birth date and time inserted, also headed towards the hospital.

It was fine when we left the paper shop. Although many people looked at us with surprise, they quickly turned their heads away, as if to avoid the awkwardness.

After all, seeing our strange group coming out of the paper offering shop, everyone guessed that someone in our family must have died.

But once you leave West Street, the situation changes.

It takes at least forty minutes to walk from the paper shop to that dilapidated temple.

I'm holding a white candle and a lit incense stick in my mouth; the pose is as unique as it gets.

It's still early, and most of the people on the street are couples who have just finished dinner and are out walking their kids or on dates.

My unique look immediately attracted a lot of attention.

What is that person doing?

"I don't know. I've seen plenty of people smoking on the street, but I've never seen anyone smoking cigarettes. Is their addiction that strong?"

"Is he filming a movie? Look, he's holding a white candle in his hand. It looks like he's filming a horror movie."

"I didn't see any cameras. I guess they're filming a short drama. Look, a lot of people are filming with their phones. I wonder what the title is."

Yuan Ying once said that once you step out the door, you can't turn back; you can only grit your teeth and keep going until you reach the dilapidated temple.

However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw many people taking out their phones to take pictures of me.

I even saw a beautiful woman singing live on the street and she shoved her phone toward me.

"Handsome guy, I'm a singing streamer on Douyin. My fans in the live stream are wondering if you're filming a short drama because of your look. Would you mind revealing the title of your show?"

This beautiful woman is quite pretty, has a sweet voice, and her outfit is very trendy.

The weather isn't cold right now, but many people are still wearing coats.

But she was wearing a white tight-fitting top that revealed her delicate little belly, a super short skirt, black stockings on her slender legs, and black high heels with red soles.

Shoot a short drama? I'd never shoot one!

Everyone loves to look at beautiful women, but I don't have time to pay attention to her right now; I just keep walking forward.

But she was persistent and came closer.

"Hey handsome, say something! I see you guys are planning to film a supernatural short drama, right? Could you say hi to my fans in my live stream? I'll ask them to support you. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have over a million followers."

I was cursing in my mind, but I couldn't say it out loud.

One reason was the fear that the incense would fall out, and the other was the fear that the crow's eye in their mouths would fall out.

Perhaps because I ignored her, this million-follower internet celebrity became unhappy, and she actually stood in front of me, pouting angrily.

"Handsome guy, isn't that a bit impolite of you?"

I'm so polite!

If I could speak, I would love to give her ancestors a good scolding.

It would be impolite for me not to speak, but speaking up would be a death sentence!

Seeing her standing still in front of me, I was momentarily at a loss.

We can't just crash into it, can we?

In today's society, let alone bumping into such a beautiful woman, even if I just take out my phone from a distance and take a picture of her, she might misunderstand and think I'm taking a picture of her without her consent.

"Handsome, is it inconvenient to reveal the movie title?"

"Can you say hello to my fans in my live stream?"

"So aloof?"

Seeing that she was still babbling on and on, I couldn't hold back any longer. I thought to myself, "So be it," and I rammed my head into her.

The expected collision did not occur, and I walked straight through her.

Good heavens, it's not human!

As I passed over her, the beautiful live streamer stopped bothering me and continued her broadcast.

This made me breathe a long sigh of relief.

I also remembered that a few months ago, there was indeed an accident on this road where an internet celebrity was hit and killed by a car while live-streaming and singing on the roadside.

She's really dedicated. She's dead, yet she's still livestreaming. I wonder if she's livestreaming for the living or for the dead.

Are there people watching live streams in the underworld?

Fortunately, as I walked all the way to the dilapidated temple, apart from this female ghost internet celebrity, I didn't encounter any other evil things or people blocking my way.

Most people who see my appearance, even if they are blocking my way, will quickly move aside, for fear of getting bad luck.

When I returned to the dilapidated temple, I found that the ghosts who had lived there before were gone, and I couldn't see a single one.

Upon arriving at the dilapidated temple, I followed Yuan Ying's instructions, spat out the incense sticks from my mouth, and stood on the road twenty meters away from the temple, holding the funeral candles, waiting for the hearse.

Time ticked by, and not only was there no hearse, but not a single living person was seen.

I don't know how much time passed, but a cold wind blew by, and I shivered from the cold.

When I turned around, I found that several people had appeared around me without me noticing.

There were men and women, young and old.

Look at them, standing in a row with me, each holding a white candle for the deceased.

They're probably waiting for the bus, just like me.

I also saw a familiar ghost standing among the ghosts.

It was the old lady I encountered on my way to the ruined temple who tried to steal my food box.

Yuan Ying said that the hearse that was coming later was heading to the underworld. Could it be that it was time for her to be reincarnated?

When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat.

She clearly saw me too, but instead of coming over, she just grinned at me.

Seeing that she didn't make things difficult for me, I pretended not to see her and kept looking at the end of the road.

A few minutes later, a thick white fog suddenly rose from the end of the road.

Two beams of orange light slowly lit up in the depths of the thick fog, approaching silently.

As the lights grew brighter, I was able to see the hearse's original appearance more clearly.

Similar to the minibuses often seen in movies from the 1990s, but the body was worn and dilapidated, and there was no "memorial" sign on the front of the vehicle.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was just an ordinary minibus.

As the hearse came to a stop, the doors opened automatically, and a chill swept out.

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