The prisoner, worthy of being a general who once commanded 100,000 troops and was renowned on the frontier, managed to reveal the truth of the matter in just a few words.

Of the remaining questions, the only one he hasn't figured out is why Manager Sun said he wanted to avenge Granny Fucking.

As for the ancient tombs that the corpse drivers had entered, the prisoners knew more or less about them.

It was only because Zhao Youliang hadn't asked that he, being a man of few words, didn't speak up.

After listening to the prisoner's words, Zhao Youliang suddenly understood and pointed to the nail piercing the heart on the ground, asking a question.

"Brother Prisoner, is this the thing that killed Uncle Sun?"

The prisoner nodded deeply: "Yes!"

"If you want to avenge Manager Sun, you can follow the map to find him!"

When the topic turned to avenging Manager Sun, the prisoner's next words were earnest and meaningful.

“Quantum, according to the orthodox logic of the world, you should not seek revenge.”

"Because Manager Sun has become a zombie, he is destined to act on instinct and harm people."

"After killing all the residents of the town, they will wander to other places to continue killing."

At this point, the prisoner took a deep breath: "But my views differ from those of the world!"

"A true man should live life to the fullest and seek justice: I will never allow others to criticize or judge my relatives and friends, let alone kill them, regardless of right or wrong!"

"Anyone who dares to harm my relatives and friends, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, I will surely travel thousands of miles to raid them and tear them to pieces!!"

The prisoner's words were clearly very effective, deeply shaking Zhao Youliang's existing worldview.

A moment later, Zhao Youliang picked up the heart-piercing nail with unusual solemnity, without saying anything, and put it into his pocket.

"Brother Prisoner, I understand!"

Seeing Zhao Youliang's actions, the proud prisoner's eyes were full of admiration.

"Quantum, you're not bad!"

Zhao Youliang composed himself, chuckled, and picked up the ancient book again.

As the saying goes: a real man never wears his emotions on his sleeve; he keeps them inside.

Otherwise, who are you going to show that bitter and resentful face to every day?

This is similar to how in today's society, good men will take a short break in their car or at their doorstep before going home after a long day at work.

The goal is to bury the day's fatigue and stress deep inside and give your family a bright, sunny smile.

Instead of making a scene and creating a tense atmosphere as soon as you get home!

If you have a temper, take it outside!

......

"Brother Prisoner, can I practice this manual?"

"My skills are too low. When I encounter strange things, I can only worry and feel helpless."

"It would be great if we could practice!"

Upon hearing this, the prisoner took the ancient book and quickly flipped through it: "Quantum, this is the cultivation method for coffin bearers."

According to the above records, coffin bearers were divided into five types based on their skill level: barefoot coffin bearers, straw sandal coffin bearers, black-footed coffin bearers, silver-footed coffin bearers, and gold-footed coffin bearers.

"Manager Sun was a black-footed coffin bearer in his lifetime."

"Furthermore, the silver-footed and gold-footed coffin bearers have reached another level and are also known as 'farewell guests'."

"Because using a coffin made of such a being can avoid a lot of trouble, troubles encountered on the road to the underworld."

Through the prisoner's patient explanation, Zhao Youliang's knowledge base expanded once again.

In fact, there are many dangers on the road to the underworld between death and reincarnation.

Besides the well-known Naihe Bridge and Wangxiang Terrace, there are also Menghuizhuang and Egouzhuang, among others.

Let me describe it using folk lyrics:

Dreaming of returning to the village, dreaming of returning to the village, the village drinks a potion of bewitching illusions. Those who do good will not drink it, but those who do evil will be reborn as pigs or sheep.

As can be seen from the above, what was drunk at Meng Hui Zhuang was not the legendary Meng Po soup.

Because "those who do good deeds do not eat."

If it really is the Meng Po soup, then everyone, good or evil, must drink it, otherwise how can they erase their memories of this life?

As for the Evil Dog Village, the lyrics describe it as follows:

The vicious dog village comes from the vicious dog village, its mouth like a blood basin and its teeth like files. It will not eat the good people, but will swallow the evil people whole, bone and marrow.

Without the dog-beating pancake, how can I escape this vicious dog village?

This is why, in some local funeral customs, a flatbread and a dog-beating stick are stuffed into the hands of the deceased.

However, if a coffin made by a silver-footed or even gold-footed coffin bearer is used, all of the above can be avoided.

Of course, this excludes those who are extremely wicked and whose crimes are unforgivable.

This kind of person is beyond saving, not even by a coffin bearer, let alone by a god. He should just wait to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell!

After listening to the prisoner's story, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized that the coffin bearers were quite capable, at least much more capable than himself, who had no skills whatsoever.

"Brother Prisoner, I want to learn!"

"Can I practice slowly by myself following the instructions on the page?!"

Upon hearing this, the prisoner slowly shook his head and spoke softly.

"Although being a coffin bearer is a legitimate form of spiritual practice, it is ultimately not a superior one."

"Manager Sun has been immersed in this his whole life, but isn't he just a black-footed fellow?"

"Besides... Quantum really doesn't give you that much time to slowly cultivate."

At this point, the prisoner subconsciously glanced back at the paper-making shop.

Seeing the prisoner's actions, Zhao Youliang instantly understood:

That's right, I don't even have any lifespan left, you could even say I've been killed by this unlucky shop.

If it weren't for the ghost messengers giving my cousin face, he would have drunk countless bowls of Meng Po soup by now!

Seeing the obvious disappointment on Zhao Youliang's face, the prisoner offered a rare word of comfort.

"Quantum, in fact, has a very sophisticated method of shamanic cultivation."

"Once Xiaoyu and I help you set up your headquarters and recruit people from all walks of life, there's still hope!"

To encourage Zhao Youliang and give him the confidence to fight against the bizarre paper-making shop, the prisoner even gave a specific example.

"Quantum, do you know the courtyard in Jiudaogou Village?"

"The owner of the courtyard is whom we respectfully call the Deaf Granny Ancestor. Legend has it that she is the most outstanding disciple of the shaman."

"If you could cultivate to that level, let alone mere..."

The prisoner never dared to utter the words "paper shop."

After all, two eerie puppets were standing not far behind them.

"If you could reach that level, or even a fraction of the level of the Deaf Granny Ancestor, you would be able to roam freely across the Northern Kingdom, and it would be difficult for you to die!"

Zhao Youliang trusted the prisoners completely, just as he trusted Huang Yu and Xiao Jiaozi.

Therefore, after listening to this, I immediately regained my faith in the "profession" of being a shaman.

"Okay, Brother Prisoner, I understand!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely work hard for you and Brother Huang from now on!!"

"I don't expect to be as good as that deaf old woman, I just want to be about as good as the young general who gave me the golden lighter!!!"

"This..." The prisoner wanted to say something after hearing Zhao Youliang's bold words.

Fearing it might discourage the boy who had just regained his confidence, they chose to remain silent.