Since everyone who came was an acquaintance, and it was the weekend, the meal was a very enjoyable one for both host and guests.

It wasn't until after 6 p.m. that the group, having enjoyed themselves, finally dispersed.

If this doesn't end soon, the drinking session will have to continue into the evening.

During the meal, Zhao Youliang quietly asked Brother Chen why Guo Zhengde hadn't brought anyone to the joint inspection today.

Brother Chen burst into laughter when asked, "Quantum, are you doing this on purpose?"

"After all that commotion yesterday, how can he possibly investigate?"

"Don't your words further confirm that he abused his power for personal gain? Although Guo Zhengde is a thoroughly wicked person, he still cherishes his reputation."

"The kind that does bad things behind the scenes."

"Since he can't do anything to you, why is he even bothering with the inspection? Of course, the matter will just be dropped!"

"Oh, I see." Knowing that his goal had been achieved, Zhao Youliang smiled in a very "lewd" manner.

This is what they call "the wicked need the wicked to deal with"—you have to use some tricks to deal with someone like Guo Zhengde.

......

Of everyone present, only police officer Xiao Zhao did not drink alcohol, because he was taking his two colleagues who had come with him home.

Here's a special note: Xiao Zhao and his colleagues live in the county town and then come to the town's police station to work every day.

Many people in our real lives are like this, especially public officials.

Seeing that Xiao Zhao's two colleagues were already completely drunk, Zhao Youliang decided to go with him to deliver the body.

At least once we arrive at our accommodation, they can help us get from the car to our home.

Of course, Zhao Youliang didn't forget to bring the prayer wheel that the lama had given him beforehand, temporarily lifting the distance restriction.

Xiao Zhao did not refuse Zhao Youliang's suggestion, since it was his turn to be on duty tonight and he would have to come back from the city after dropping off the person.

They walked in silence. By the time Zhao Youliang and police officer Xiao Zhao returned after dropping off the person, it was completely dark.

More than ten minutes after leaving the city, Zhao Youliang could vaguely see a tall chimney ahead through the car window.

Driven by curiosity, he asked, "Brother Zhao, what kind of factory is this?"

"I've been here for quite a while now, how come I've never heard of this place?"

Xiao Zhao laughed at Zhao Youliang's question: "This factory is amazing. We'll all have to come here to work sooner or later."

"No way, Brother Zhao, are you kidding me..." As he spoke, the car had already passed the main gate of the "factory". When Zhao Youliang saw the "sign" clearly, he immediately swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Because he clearly saw the words "crematorium of a certain county".

"Brother Zhao, you're absolutely right. We'll have to come here sooner or later anyway..."

Police officer Xiao Zhao burst into laughter.

The car drove forward for a while, and then Xiao Zhao suddenly asked Zhao Youliang.

"Quantum, did you see someone dragging a sack along the roadside just now?"

At this point, Zhao Youliang was also a little tipsy, and he answered in a daze, "I think I saw it, so what?"

"Don't you find it strange? It's late at night in the middle of nowhere, why would someone be dragging a sack along the roadside?"

"No, I have to go back and check!"

Out of professional instinct, police officer Xiao Zhao immediately slowed down and turned around.

Xiao Zhao's words also enlightened Zhao Youliang:

Yeah, who would be dragging a sack around near a crematorium late at night? Nobody would believe it unless something serious happened!

Moreover, it is common knowledge that those who drag sacks or suitcases at this time are carrying either people or RMB!

However, regardless of which one it is, it is illegal and criminal!

Unfortunately, the two drove back and forth twice to look for him, but they could no longer find the figure dragging the sack.

Left with no other option, they continued driving towards the town.

Just then, Zhao Youliang suddenly asked, "Brother Zhao, that thing we just saw, could it be something dirty?"

"Otherwise, why can't we find it?"

After a long silence, Xiao Zhao said, "Quantum, how about we turn on the sirens and lights...?"

Perhaps because the sirens and lights were on, we didn't encounter any more people dragging sacks along the way.

Upon returning to the town, police officer Xiao Zhao naturally went back to his shift, while Zhao Youliang went straight to the new store to help out.

As for the paper-making shop, he closed it before going to the county town to deliver the paper, so he wasn't worried.

At this moment, inside the paper-making shop, the jar placed on the incense table suddenly began to shake violently, and the cries of babies came from inside. Judging from the sound, there was more than one baby.

As it was shaken, plumes of black smoke billowed out of the jar.

The surface of the jar looked like it was about to melt, with ghostly faces constantly trying to squeeze outwards.

This scene startled the evil spirits.

"Oh dear, it really is something dirty!"

"Boss Prisoner, what should we do? Should we smash the jar and let it out?"

"Let's all rush in together and show those inside what our gang is all about!"

The prisoner was arrogant, so arrogant that he disdained to pay attention to this group of evil spirits, showing an attitude of refusing to compromise and believing that good and evil cannot coexist.

Therefore, he merely snorted coldly and revealed his figure: still wearing heavy shackles, still resembling a mad lion.

"You audacious and unruly fellow, how dare you be so insolent before me!"

After speaking, it shook its tiger-like body, and the iron chains on its body immediately wrapped around the jar like a monstrous python, emitting a sizzling burning sound.

The sounds of burning and the baby's screams rang out simultaneously, and the jar shook even more violently.

Seeing this, the mad prisoner spoke up again, shouting angrily, "Still won't behave? Do you really want your souls to be scattered?"

As he spoke, a large hand surrounded by black mist materialized and emerged from behind the madman prisoner's head, pressing firmly against the jar.

The jar finally quieted down, but black water continued to seep out of it.

The evil spirits were all astonished by this sight: "So fierce, so sinister?"

"How unfair is this? They've already been subdued by the prisoner general, and they still want to cause trouble..."

It wasn't just Xie Tangxian who was surprised; the prisoner was as well, though he didn't show it.

Just as he was about to try another method after a moment's thought, the strange Chang Jie suddenly appeared.

He still has uneven eyes and a cross-eyed look, and he still looks listless and like he might die at any moment.

"My parents are dragons, but I am a maggot. How can this be justified?"

While muttering to himself, he landed on the jar with a "plop".

The jar then fell completely still, and the black water stopped flowing.

Not only did the jar fall silent, but Chang Jie himself also fell silent.

Already listless, he was now starting to feel drowsy.

Upon seeing this, the evil immortals immediately approached and asked in a low voice.

"Young Master Chang, are you alright?"

It's not that the evil immortals are overly concerned; they are genuinely worried that Chang Jie might inexplicably perish along with the jar.

After all, this guy usually looks like he's half-dead.

If that's the case, then all the immortals present should prepare to bear the wrath of the master of Wanlong Mountain...