This time, it was Manager Sun's turn to be stunned.

"Cousin? What cousin? Your big yellow dog dragged me here by biting my trouser leg!"

"I didn't see anyone else here when I came!"

"But speaking of which, your dog is becoming more and more intelligent..."

Since it wasn't anything serious, Zhao Youliang was able to get out of bed and "move around freely" in no time.

Seeing this, Manager Sun didn't stay with him any longer. After giving him a few words of advice such as "be more careful in the future," he returned to his own shop.

Because Zhao Youliang was worried about Granny Mi, he immediately went to visit her.

Both the old man and the young boy fainted and had no idea what happened next.

They chatted for a while before parting ways again.

But Zhao Youliang vaguely remembered that he clearly saw his cousin Wang Youcai at the last moment.

"Where did my cousin go? Is he lost?!"

Zhao Youliang rode his old bicycle and searched the entire town, but couldn't find any trace of Wang Youcai.

I wanted to call the police, but I didn't even know my cousin's real name...

Left with no other choice, Zhao Youliang could only return to the paper-making shop and wait for his cousin to come back after he had had enough fun, hoping that his cousin wouldn't get lost or get into trouble.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, his cousin didn't show up. Instead, two groups of uninvited guests arrived one after another.

First came an old man with a gloomy face, followed by several bald, burly men.

They all have various tattoos on their necks.

Zhao Youliang, who is still an "outsider" at the moment, does not know that they belong to the "Thirteen Gates of Gu Spells", but he can guess from their appearance that they are the same group as the death row inmates from some time ago.

Using the name Zhao Youliang gave them, that would be the Skinheads.

Since the other party was a member of the "underworld," Zhao Youliang knew he couldn't afford to offend them, so he quickly got up and greeted them with a smile.

"Hey sir, guys, what's wrong? Did someone die in your family? Want to buy some paper figures or paper horses?"

They were just there to test the waters, and when Zhao Youliang said that, they thought he was deliberately provoking them.

Several bald, burly men immediately snorted and surrounded them.

Fortunately, the elderly man at the head of the group stopped them, looking solemnly at the two paper figures in front of the shop—paper figures that Wang Youcai had just made.

A moment later, the old man clasped his hands in a salute to Zhao Youliang.

"What a remarkable paper-based communication between Yin and Yang! I never imagined that such a master could exist in a mere border town."

"My worthless disciples died without injustice!"

At this point, the old man with a gloomy expression looked into the shop again.

Upon seeing this, his expression became even more serious.

"Since we are all from the same sect, I will get straight to the point: it is better to resolve enmity than to create it."

"If you return the infant spirit and the 'Seven Tragic Stones,' the matter of killing my disciple will be wiped clean. What do you say?!"

The old man's series of words completely baffled Zhao Youliang.

He understands each word individually, but he can't understand them when they're put together.

Just as I was about to speak, I was interrupted by a barking dog.

But the big yellow dog had just returned from "acting like a hooligan" outside, and it bared its teeth at the uninvited guests.

Zhao Youliang knew how fierce his old dog was, and seeing this, he quickly stopped him.

"Hey, Dog Bro, calm down, okay?!"

"Let me tell you, we don't have the money to vaccinate anyone against rabies. If you bite someone, the 'dog control office' will just take you away and stew you!"

While Zhao Youliang was trying to calm the big yellow dog, a squeaking sound suddenly came from the bags carried by several bald men.

Then it kept thumping, as if the thing inside was very restless.

The old man frowned upon seeing this: "A spirit dog?!"

"Heh, if you don't want to negotiate, just say so. Why unleash a vicious dog to drive you away? We'll meet again!"

After saying this, he immediately turned and left with several burly men.

Seeing that the other party was angry, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but feel a little scared.

While desperately pulling back the big yellow dog that was still trying to chase and bite, he complained, "Dog, you know you've gotten yourself into trouble? Do you know those guys are gangsters?!"

"Watch out, or I'll chop you to death with this stick tonight and dump you in the wilderness to feed the dogs!!"

Once the uninvited guest had gone far away, the big yellow dog stopped rushing forward.

After giving Zhao Youliang a look that said "You seem like an idiot," he wagged his butt and went back to his doghouse to sleep.

Not long after the "skinheads" left, Zhao Youliang saw several "acquaintances" walking towards him; they were the family members of the group that had been executed that morning.

Wait, the families of those people?!

Could it be another gang...or organized crime?!

Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang quickly rose to greet him with a respectful attitude and a broad smile.

"Are you guys looking to buy some paper figures or horses? Just tell me what kind you want and how many you need, and I'll give you a discount!"

Strangely, just like the previous group of "guests," these people didn't directly acknowledge Zhao Youliang; instead, they all looked at the two paper figures.

Especially the elderly man at the head of the group.

After a moment, the old man seemed to come to his senses and respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Youliang.

"On the way here, I was thinking about how to negotiate with the owner of the corpse-raising ground. Since you are an 'insider,' it will be much easier to talk to you."

"To be honest, we cannot immediately take the 'God of Happiness' back to our hometown. We need to let them rest at your esteemed residence for a few days. I wonder if you could make an exception?"

Zhao Youliang was stunned again: He said the same thing, he didn't understand at all!

Actually, it's not his fault, because the old man was using code words for "inside the door".

Their actual identity was that of corpse drivers.

Just like what Zhao Youliang had heard them say before: in the industry, corpse drivers are called "old drivers".

The corpse is called "the god of happiness," which is a homonym for the dead.

Returning home with the God of Happiness is like transporting corpses back home.

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