It was now four o'clock, and the three members of the Ma family were extremely sleepy, especially Ma Lihua, who felt like she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.

The three of them went back to their room, dragged out the large bed, lay down, and quickly fell asleep.

The four men in the lobby looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Ding-dong..."

The clear sound of the bell rang again, and the men immediately tensed up.

"Er Ma, why don't you go check the front yard?" Old Deng nudged him.

Erma; "…………………………"

"This is your territory, aren't you going to call me?" Er Ma said irritably.

"Old Deng, are you there?" A loud male voice came from the main hall in the front yard.

Old Deng immediately stood up. "Let's go, let's go out together. This is a seasoned old corpse-driving master, a talent scout."

As soon as Old Deng finished speaking, the group followed him out, but...

There was no sign of Bole in the lobby. Old Deng was puzzled. Why was he so quiet?

Soon, from within the white sheet covering a corpse, a black bear with a human face silently rose to its feet. Its body was enormous and strong, and its black fur shimmered with a mysterious light.

This bear with a human-like face looks like a human, yet it also reveals the ferocity of a wild beast.

It wore a sinister smile that sent chills down your spine, while its eyes gleamed with an evil light that seemed to pierce through your very soul.

Its presence exuded an eerie and dangerous aura; it stared at the four people as if everything was under its control.

When it stands up and walks, the surrounding air seems to freeze, and time seems to stand still.

Its strong limbs were full of power, and every step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly.

The bear with the human face scanned its surroundings, its smile concealing an unknown intention.

Perhaps it was hunting, or perhaps it came with some other purpose. In either case, the four people who encountered it were destined to face a battle.

"My God! This is really a bunch of bastards! Bah! Old Deng, what the hell did you do? Why are all these people coming to you? Couldn't you have picked a better day?" Er Ma was heartbroken. This was just too damn unlucky.

"Old Deng, I heard there's a relic in your mortuary. Is it true or not?" A charming and captivating voice came from the bear-faced man's mouth.

“Relics…that…slap slap slap!” The old Taoist grabbed his collar and slapped him three times across the face.

"Hiss... Ouch! That hurts so much." Old Deng immediately came to his senses.

The bear with a human face stared at the old Taoist priest with dark, eerie eyes, its lips slightly upturned. "Uncle, come here, come here quickly!"

Zhang Xiaomo was stunned, his heart filled with fear. This human-faced bear was truly terrifying, even more so than the banana spirit.

"Uncle, don't let it bewitch you! This beast has ulterior motives; it might have smuggled itself in from Tibet!" Zhang Xiaomo said loudly.

Human-faced bear; "…………………………"

Did it come smuggled in? I came openly and honestly. It traveled thousands of miles for the sake of that Dalai Lama's relic, which took more than a year. Was it easy for it?

The bear with a human face is looking up. Hmm? Where are they? Where did those four people go?

It stood upright and walked like a human, then sniffed the air, a cunning expression appearing on its face.

The four of them rushed into the room of the three members of the Ma family without a care in the world, huddled at the head of the bed, trembling with fear.

The bear with the human face oozed strands of white mucus from its mouth. It had eaten many people along the way, including a corpse-driving craftsman named Bo Le. Needless to say, the taste was truly delicious.

A hint of reminiscence appeared on his face.

While the corpse-driver wasn't paying attention, it suddenly attacked from behind, biting through his throat. The fresh, sweet blood was truly delicious, even better than that of the people who pitched tents.

It was extremely hungry at the time, and seeing the motionless corpses, it began to devour them whole.

So when it arrived at the mortuary, its belly was full, and it didn't attack immediately, which allowed Old Deng and the others to escape. But it didn't matter, it could smell the scent.

"Gulp..." Er Ma swallowed hard.

"Old Deng, have you been having a run of bad luck lately? One after another, they're coming to see you. Why don't you go out and greet them?"

Old Deng; "…………………………"

"You expect me to greet that thing? Do you think I'm crazy? One scratch from that claw could kill me. I can't afford to receive it."

"This monster has come all this way, and he even claims to possess relics. Old Deng, you don't actually have relics, do you?" The old Taoist priest stared at him intently.

"Bullshit! If I had that stuff, would I be in this mess?" Old Deng said angrily.

After thinking about it, the group agreed. If Old Deng had a relic, his cultivation level wouldn't be so low, and he wouldn't be in such a bad situation.

"Old Deng, Old Deng, where are you? Come out quickly! Come out quickly!" Bole's voice grew louder and louder, making the mortuary seem particularly eerie.

The bear with the human face drooled all over the ground, its saliva emitting a putrid stench. Like a human, it pushed open the doors one by one, and it seemed that every room still carried the scent of Old Deng and his men.

"Old Deng, stop hiding, come out! Hand over the relic, Old Deng, hand over the relic!" The voice echoed in the silent night.

The mentor's voice lingered in their ears, and sweat beaded on their foreheads.

Er Ma's hand holding the gong didn't dare to tremble even slightly; his straw sandals were soaked with sweat from the soles of his feet.

"Snoring... panting... panting... puff puff puff..."

Ma Hehua's sweating fits grew louder and louder, the timing was perfect.

Four people; "…………………………"

"Hey! Old Deng, I think I know which house you're in."

Bo Le's voice was like a ghostly whisper; they all knew that it wasn't Bo Le, but that human-faced bear.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open. It was now five o'clock. Winter nights are exceptionally long, and the days are long. It was drizzling outside.

A gust of cold wind blew into the room, and the four of them couldn't help but shiver. By the dim moonlight, a tall, black figure entered the room.

His steps were heavy, and his breathing was rough and labored, sounding inhuman.

The footsteps on the ground were heavy, and the sound of scraping the floorboards was like sharp claws scratching at a wooden board, making one's teeth ache.

The four of them huddled close to the headboard of the Ma family's bed, their breathing becoming much lighter.

Suddenly, a strange, distorted face appeared in front of them, its bright eyes holding a deep, unsettling quality.

"Hehehe! Old Deng, I've found you." Bole's voice rang out again, his tone smug.