Having "successfully" completed his food delivery mission, Zhao Youliang clutched his sore groin with one hand and pedaled furiously toward the barbecue restaurant while holding onto the handlebars.

He secretly thought to himself: Now that Dad's illness is cured, we won't have to spend too much money in the future. I'll definitely buy a 28-inch bicycle with "brakes" when I get back.

Without brakes, it's no good; it'll wear out your shoes and your testicles!

Also, that handsome guy from earlier must be the new teacher, right? He's so handsome it's inhuman!

He's so handsome, and a highly accomplished master, while I look at myself... Oh my god, where can I even begin to reason with this!

The road was short, and Zhao Youliang rode very fast, so by the time he got back to the barbecue restaurant, only two plates of barbecue had been served.

When they saw Zhao Youliang clutching his crotch, everyone was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"What's wrong, Quantum? Did you get stuck on a heavy weight?"

"Quickly jump around a couple of times, bouncing down a bit will make you feel better!"

Faced with everyone's good-natured teasing, Zhao Youliang looked helpless.

Habaha walked over to the table, sat down, and downed the beer he had poured for himself in one gulp.

"Director Zhou..."

Before Zhao Youliang could continue speaking, Director Zhou interrupted him.

"Don't call me 'Chief,' call me 'Brother'!"

"You can call me whatever you want, Brother Chen Wei."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang picked up his wine glass and punished himself with a toast before continuing.

"Brother Zhou, you know I have a spirit guide, so there's something I need to tell you."

"When you go to level the burial mound tomorrow, take these talismans with you."

After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, he distributed one of the "evil-repelling talismans" he had drawn to each person.

The town had been shrouded in mystery for a long time, so no one, including Director Zhou, refused to accept it. Instead, they thanked him after receiving it.

"I feel much more at ease with this amulet."

"To be honest, after returning from the mass grave today, I felt a chill in the air."

The urban management officer's words were echoed by all the other officers.

"That's right, we're the same!"

"Damn it, if it weren't for Director Zhou personally leading the team, we wouldn't dare to do anything like leveling graves, even if we resigned on the spot!"

Director Zhou, a man of forthright and righteous character, immediately stood up upon hearing this and downed his drink.

"Nothing more to say, brothers, you've done a great job!"

"Once the mass graves are leveled, I, as the older brother, will definitely apply for subsidies for everyone!"

"I'll do it, you can do whatever you want!"

Because they had to get up early to work the next day, Director Zhou and his team didn't drink for long before going back to rest.

They didn't even finish the beer they brought.

After seeing them off, Zhao Youliang went to the bar to wait for the other customers to pay their bills.

Yingchun's sister-in-law and Li Mao were busy serving wine and dishes to the new guests.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was past 11 p.m.

As Zhao Youliang was bending down to gather the curtains, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of cold water into his clothes in the dead of winter.

Shivering, Zhao Youliang subconsciously looked up at the outside of the shop.

You won't believe it until you see it—it'll shock you!

The road in front of the barbecue restaurant was suddenly filled with "people," men, women, young and old.

They all lowered their heads, mechanically moving their feet, slowly making their way into the town.

She murmured, calling out, "Young Master, Young Madam, where are you?"

"We died a terrible death! Come out and avenge us!"

"What the heck? A parade of a hundred ghosts?!" Zhao Youliang was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

He knew that, through intuition, ghosts could detect those who could see them.

Then this person is definitely going to be unlucky...

Just as Zhao Youliang had expected, the moment he lowered his head, the "crowd" on the street stopped and looked towards the barbecue restaurant.

Their faces were ashen, and black blood was oozing from their features.

Many others, like the "officers" I saw last night, had their faces burned.

The eyes, having lost their eyelids, were completely white, with no pupils visible.

Fortunately, Zhao Youliang lowered his head quickly enough, so the dense array of evil spirits didn't see that he was looking at them.

After hesitating for a moment, they all slowly lowered their heads and continued to move little by little towards the town.

"Young Master, Young Madam, where are you?"

"We died a terrible death! Come out and avenge us..."

Only after the last evil spirit had completely disappeared did Zhao Youliang dare to slowly raise his head.

By this time, he was covered in cold sweat and had gained a deeper understanding of the eeriness of the town.

It's practically haunted by ghosts, a place where humans and spirits coexist!

Seeing Zhao Youliang like this, Yingchun's wife, who had finished her work and was coming over, immediately became worried.

"Quantum, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Why are you sweating so much? Tell me!"

Of course, Zhao Youliang wouldn't tell the truth and tell Yingchun's sister-in-law that he had seen a procession of a hundred ghosts.

Because it's useless—it serves no purpose other than making Sister Yingchun afraid along with her.

With his mind racing, Zhao Youliang made an excuse that he might have drunk too much alcohol and had a stomachache.

Upon hearing this, Sister Yingchun poured Zhao Youliang a cup of hot water and told him to sit down and rest for a while.

Meanwhile, the beautiful widow kept blaming herself: "It's all my fault, I didn't realize that drinking with guests every day like this would take a toll on your health."

"Well, Quantum, you go back and rest first. Li Mao and I will take care of the rest!"

"If you're still not feeling well after you get home and rest for a while, call your sister and we'll go to the hospital to get it checked out!"

Zhao Youliang was just about to go home and ask the immortals about the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts when he heard this, he immediately nodded.

He refused Li Mao's offer of a gift and walked alone toward the paper-making shop.

When he returned to his own shrine, he saw the big yellow dog carrying two lackeys, huddled together with the evil spirits, trembling.

Huang Yu, Mad Prisoner, and Xiong Ba all wore serious expressions.

Clearly, without Zhao Youliang even needing to say anything, they had already seen the parade of a hundred ghosts outside.

Zhao Youliang was about to ask why it was so strange when he suddenly realized that the little mouse was not in the hall.

So he immediately changed his question: "Brother Huang, where's Xiao Jiaozi? Where did he go?"

"It's so dangerous outside, he wouldn't have gone out on his own, would he?!"

Seeing how much Zhao Youliang cared about Xiaojiaozi, Huang Yu felt comforted.

"Don't worry, Xiaojiaozi was summoned back by the family this afternoon."

"It is said that the ancestor of the Hui family wanted to give him special instruction and teach him how to make dumplings alone."

"Maybe when he comes back, he'll be able to take human form just like us."

Zhao Youliang was really looking forward to seeing what the little dumpling would look like after it was transformed.

In his mind, the little guy must be a very intelligent child.

As he pondered, Zhao Youliang realized he had forgotten the important matter.

"Brother Huang, Brother Prisoner, what was that ghost parade outside just now?"

"With these evil spirits causing such a ruckus in droves, why aren't the underworld officials coming to catch them?!"

"We live in a peaceful and prosperous era, unlike the chaotic times of the old society."