The immortals in the temple were not only astonished by Zhao Youliang's bizarre experience, but also deeply worried about the heavy burden of karmic debt he carried.

It's important to understand that karmic debts don't simply disappear after death; death is the beginning of suffering.

If you can't repay your debts, you'll either have to pay with your body or be tormented day and night in the deepest hell.

They will either be reborn as cattle, sheep, chickens, or ducks, enslaved and slaughtered by others.

They continue to be reborn in the animal realm until their karmic debts are completely repaid.

After a moment of silence, Huang Yu spoke first: "Quantum, the only thing we can do now is to try to accumulate good karma as quickly as possible."

"The quickest way is to expand the influence of our temple and get more people to seek your advice; or to do what you did, like the Master, to repair bridges and roads and establish schools."

Zhao Youliang was notoriously poor, so he never even dared to dream of repairing bridges and roads.

Forget about road repairs, they don't even have the money to fix their own leaky houses, so they can only try to find a way by consulting fortune tellers.

Fortunately, three days later was the day the town's residents would repair the temple for the sect, so they could take this opportunity to promote it.

As the reputation of the temple increases, more people will come seeking favors, and the amount of good karma accumulated will also increase.

Actually, there is another way to quickly increase the reputation of a gang: challenge other gangs to fights.

Once you defeat your opponent, you will not only become famous, but you will also be able to seize their territory and enslave their spirits.

However, both Zhao Youliang and Huang Yu are gentle people, so they would not bully other gangs without reason.

After determining the "repayment route", Zhao Youliang asked Liao Zhiyuan.

"Xiao Liao, we didn't go into the tomb, how are we going to explain this to our superiors?"

"They won't fine us, will they?"

"You know, we two brothers are really broke, really poor..."

Liao Zhiyuan, as a veteran in a special department, had long since become a tough nut to crack.

In addition, he was already dissatisfied with the arrangements made by his superiors, so he snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"What else can we say but tell the truth?"

"When faced with such an eerie situation as 'welcoming ghost immortals on the road to the underworld,' what can anyone do?"

"If the higher-ups aren't satisfied, have them send people over to tear down the Netherworld Road!"

After saying that, he actually made the call and then complained for quite a while.

The higher-ups agreed with the reasoning and immediately decided to let Zhao Youliang and his companion rest for a day before continuing their tomb excavation mission the next day.

Liao Zhiyuan cursed loudly upon hearing this... He argued forcefully, and only then was the rest period increased from one day to seven days.

After Liao Zhiyuan hung up the phone, Zhao Youliang asked cautiously.

"Xiao Liao, are the higher-ups always this unreliable?"

Liao Zhiyuan's face darkened upon hearing this: "No, it's not that... it only became unreliable after I came here."

Zhao Youliang: "......"

Time flies and night falls in the blink of an eye. As usual, Zhao Youliang, with his head covered in egg-shaped hair ornaments and led by a big yellow dog, went to work at the barbecue restaurant.

From afar, I could see Sister Yingchun standing blankly behind the counter, seemingly preoccupied with something on her mind.

Even when guests came to eat and greeted her, Sister Yingchun would only manage a forced smile and respond mechanically.

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but worry: Could it be related to that ghost car from earlier that day?!

So he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Sister, what's wrong? Did something strange happen?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Yingchun slowly shook her head, but after hesitating for a long time, she still didn't tell the truth.

"I'm fine, I just have a bit of a cold."

"Go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me. I'll be fine after a rest."

Since that's what they said, Zhao Youliang couldn't press them any further, so he could only turn around and attend to the guests.

What he didn't notice was that Wang Youcai was standing against the wind on the tallest building in the town.

A pair of eyes stared intently at Yingchun's sister-in-law, who was looking lost and confused, her face full of doubt.

A moment later, Wang Youcai leaped down and landed in front of the paper-making shop as if he had no weight.

Without disturbing any of the spirits in the shrine, he pushed open the door of the paper-making shop.

There was no howling wind, no reaction whatsoever, and no terror whatsoever that would follow the transgression of taboos.

Wang Youcai stepped forward, about to reach out and touch the black coffin, when he suddenly noticed the small wooden knife on the offering table.

At this moment, the small wooden knife was already hovering in the air, giving off the impression that if you dare to touch it, I'll stab you in the kidneys.

Wang Youcai hesitated for a long time, but still did not reach out.

After standing there for a while, he turned and left the eerie paper-making shop as if he had never been there at all.

After Wang Youcai left, Chang Huaiyuan, dressed in white, slowly appeared and spoke with a meaningful tone.

"Fortunately, you didn't put me or the gentleman in a difficult position."

......

At the barbecue stall, after seeing off the last table of customers, Sister Yingchun, unusually, did not rush to pack up. Instead, she took the initiative to suggest that everyone sit down and have a drink.

Liao Zhiyuan was quick-witted and thought that Sister Yingchun wanted to spend some time alone with Zhao Youliang, so he immediately made an excuse to leave first.

But Sister Yingchun grabbed her arm.

The beautiful and intelligent widow had already guessed Liao Zhiyuan's thoughts, so she blushed and spoke.

"Xiao Liao, you're overthinking it. I just want to have a drink with everyone."

At this point, Sister Yingchun suddenly stopped, because she had been absent-minded all night and had just realized that Li Mao hadn't come.

"Where's Li Mao? Where did he go? And why is he absent from work without any reason?"

"Could he be sick...?"

"Quantum, you should call Li Mao right away and ask him."

Zhao Youliang, who had also overlooked Li Mao, immediately dialed Li Mao's number upon hearing this.

"What? We saw that little girl missing today? Are you going to help look for her?!"

"Oh, I know, the police won't file a case unless it's been 24 hours."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Youliang sighed inwardly: because he knew it was pointless to search, as the girl had already died that morning.

The so-called search only yielded corpses.

The only question now is how this girl died, or more precisely, how she suddenly contracted the plague and died, and her body has disappeared.

Zhao Youliang didn't tell Yingchun's sister-in-law about these things, because it wouldn't make any difference.

The three of them, including Liao Zhiyuan, were just drinking and chatting about everyday family matters.

The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

It wasn't until after several rounds of drinks, when Sister Yingchun's face was flushed from drinking, that she finally sighed and spoke.

"Quantum, Xiao Liao, I know you two are both skilled, but I want to ask you a question: What do you think is the difference between a living person and a dead person?"

"Also, if a person dies, can they live like a living person?"

"Or rather, how much longer can we live?!"

Yingchun's sudden words left Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan looking at each other in bewilderment.

Could it be that this dashing and capable woman already knows my secret?!