Zhao Youliang was a straightforward and generous person, so he didn't refuse. At the old man's suggestion, he moved the dining table directly to the backyard.

During this process, the old man who drove the corpse saw the spirit tablets enshrined in the side room.

He was taken aback at first, then hesitated before speaking.

After pondering for a moment, he ultimately refrained from speaking, fearing that "the feelings are shallow and the words are too deep."

Only after downing a glass of baijiu did the old man tentatively speak.

"I never would have guessed that you, young man, are not only a successor of the paper-making lineage, but also a shamanic disciple."

"No wonder he has such profound skills at such a young age!"

"But your gang seems to be..."

The "skill" the old man mentioned was actually referring to the two paper figures that Wang Youcai had made, which is why he misunderstood Zhao Youliang.

Before Zhao Youliang could answer, the old man suddenly heard a sinister voice in his ear.

"You corpse-driver, you're just a passerby. We advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

"Otherwise, hehehe..."

The owners of these voices were the spirit mediums enshrined in the side room.

The old man was greatly alarmed upon hearing this and subconsciously looked towards the side room again.

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang assumed that the other person was interested in becoming a shaman, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Brother, you don't know, I worship these deities only to save my life..."

"Save my life?!" The old man was secretly alarmed again upon hearing this.

If even a young man with such profound skills can only save his own life, then what kind of evil thing must he have offended!

Could it be one of the "celestial beings" inside?!

Having just received a warning from the evil spirits, the old man dared not ask any more questions.

Zhao Youliang also felt that what he had experienced was too bizarre, and even if he told the other party, they would not believe him, so he could only smile wryly and change the subject.

With both of them preoccupied with their own thoughts, neither of them was in the mood for drinking. After a short while, the old man who drove the corpse got up to take his leave.

Zhao Youliang was very polite and saw him off to the door before waving goodbye.

After carefully sensing that there was "no one" around, the old man suddenly and quietly grabbed Zhao Youliang's hand and put a square object into his palm.

He whispered in Zhao Youliang's ear, trying to keep his voice down.

"It is fate that we met. Although I do not know what you have encountered, please keep this 'seal' safe."

"To be honest, this was given to me ten years ago by a very powerful shamanic disciple who was returning to his hometown. He was on his deathbed."

"It's just that we're on different paths, so I haven't been able to use that 'different way'... I hope this helps you, young man!"

Sensing the other party's sincerity, and although he didn't quite understand what the old man was saying, Zhao Youliang still held the "seal" firmly in his hand.

"Thank you so much, brother!"

"How about...we drink a little longer?"

Zhao Youliang wanted to say, "How about I return some of the money to you?" but then he suddenly remembered that the money had already been transferred to his adoptive father and sister, so he had to change his mind.

The old man simply smiled upon hearing this, and then disappeared into the night with the young man who had come with him.

Once they were out of town, the young man asked in a low voice.

"Old driver, that shopkeeper named Zhao Youliang just now..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, the old man stopped him with a look, while glancing behind him with lingering fear.

I breathed a long sigh of relief after confirming that everything was alright.

“Hongwei, there are some things you can see but can’t say out loud. As for this shop… Anyway, let’s finish our business and leave as soon as possible. It’s best not to get involved!”

The young man named Hongwei nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"If that's the case, then why did you give him the shamanic seal just now?"

"That treasure is priceless in the eyes of experts."

The old man smiled faintly upon hearing this.

“Hongwei, although I have never studied physiognomy or divination, I have seen far too many living and dead people, so I have some insights.”

"The young people in the paper-making shop who survive the ordeal will surely achieve great things in the future."

"Consider it a good deed for our corpse-driving lineage!"

The young man nodded deeply upon hearing this, and at the same time became even more interested in Zhao Youliang.

"Old driver, where are we going now?"

The old man pondered for a moment before speaking, "Let's go check the tomb again before the officials investigate."

"If we can find that Seven Tragedy Stone, there will be hope for us!"

The young man was taken aback: "Didn't you say that the 'Seven Tragic Stones' were taken by the sorcerer? Why should we risk going into the tomb again, Lao Si?"

The old man slowly shook his head: "If those guys really got the 'Seven Tragic Stones,' they would have run away long ago. Why would they keep coming here in waves?"

"There must be something we don't know..."

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains outside the town:

The "bald-headed gang" members who had visited the paper-making shop during the day were standing respectfully on both sides, while the elderly sorcerer sat in the middle.

Because no one was talking, the crackling sound of the campfire was especially noticeable.

After a moment, one of the men in black couldn't help but speak up.

"Elder, is that young man from the paper-making shop really a 'master'? Why can't I see it at all?"

The "elder" had a gloomy face, and the blood-red scorpion tattooed on his neck was particularly eye-catching in the light of the campfire.

"Hehehe, if you could see that, you wouldn't be a master!"

"Putting everything else aside, those two spirit paper figures displayed in front of the door could only have been made by a hundred-year-old ghost!"

The words "a century-old ghost" deeply shocked all the sorcerers present.

Reality isn't a novel where a nobody who's easily defeated by the protagonist can suddenly possess centuries of cultivation.

Some of the more powerful ones can sleep for thousands of years at a time.

Putting everything else aside, our Chinese history is only five thousand years long, and you've already slept through more than half of that in one go.

If that were the case, the grave mounds would have been leveled countless times, and the ashes would have been plundered for fertilizer...

Even after learning of Zhao Youliang's "power," the young sorcerer was clearly still unwilling to give up.

"Elder, are we... are we just going to let this go?"

"Aren't we going to avenge our three junior brothers? Aren't we going to get back the nascent soul and the 'Seven Tragic Stones'?!"

The elder sneered, "Let it go? How could that be?!"

"I wanted to settle this peacefully, but he didn't know what was good for him... You all keep watch around, Xiao Wu stays here to help me with the surrender!"

The others were clearly terrified of this "elder" and immediately took action upon hearing his words.

The elder then chose an open space and had "Xiao Wu" fill it with white candles according to the orientation of the pentagram.

They removed the coffin nails, nailed Zhao Youliang's photo to the center of the "star array," and smeared the back of the photo with crow's blood.

Then find a pure black cat with green eyes and make the cat stare directly at the photo.

After a moment, the "elder" suddenly reached out and grabbed the black cat's neck tightly.

In its agony, the black cat stretched out its claws and kept scratching at the photograph in front of it; the blood seeping from its mouth also dripped onto the photograph...