Zhao Youliang's enthusiasm infected the old man who was transporting corpses. He waved his hand repeatedly, saying that there was no need to trouble him, while looking at Manager Sun.

"Mr. Zhao, may I ask who this expert is...?"

The "Boss Zhao" that Lao Si mentioned, of course, refers to Zhao Youliang.

However, this guy didn't react for a moment, looking rather dumbfounded and confused.

It was Manager Sun who spoke up first: "What expert or not? The old man runs a coffin shop next door."

"Because I was lonely and had no relatives around, I liked to associate with quantum mechanics."

"Quantum is a kind and good-hearted child."

“It’s not just me, most people in town like him.”

The old man who drove the corpses clearly agreed with Manager Sun's words, nodding as he spoke.

"That's true."

"Boss Zhao is a man of great integrity and can always help those in need."

"If it weren't for him, I really wouldn't know where my 'guests' would have a place to stay."

Speaking of guests, the coffin shop owner, Mr. Sun, immediately thought of the four corpses parked behind the courtyard.

So he tried asking, "Outsider, are you a member of the Shi family?"

Upon hearing that his identity had been exposed, Lao Si was taken aback at first, then nodded slightly.

"You said you weren't a master, but you've seen right through me."

"Thinking about it, that makes sense. How could someone as accomplished as Boss Zhao have ordinary people around him?"

Although Manager Sun did not know where Zhao Youliang was, he did not ask.

It was just a polite remark made by the corpse driver.

After all, Zhao Youliang had helped them by allowing them to keep the body in his own yard.

No matter how hard Manager Sun racked his brains, he would never have imagined that the corpse driver calling Zhao Youliang a master was purely a beautiful misunderstanding.

Just as Manager Sun was pondering this, the old man who drove the corpses spoke again.

"Since we are all from the capital and are close friends of Boss Zhao despite the age difference, I will speak my mind."

"Manager Sun, I see that your yang energy is weak and you have been infected by corpse poison. What's going on?"

"Brother, I am of meager ability, and I dare not say that I can help with other matters."

"But I believe I have some skill in cleaning up corpse poison."

The "corpse poison" mentioned by the old man who transported corpses refers to the aftereffects of Manager Sun applying corpse mud to his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun, who was worrying about this matter, was immediately overjoyed.

Yes, in this world, who else but the corpse drivers understand corpse poison the best?

Where else can you find such a good thing as a chance encounter where the other person is willing to help?

Upon realizing this, Manager Sun decided to stop hiding it and immediately took off his thick sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright green eyes.

Luckily it was broad daylight; if it had been night, it would have given Zhao Youliang a real fright.

"Corpse driver, do you think there's any hope for this corpse poison?"

"To be honest, since I caught the virus, I've tried everything but nothing has worked."

Seeing the strange look on Manager Sun's face, even the most experienced driver couldn't help but gasp.

After carefully examining the body for a long time and using special methods to thoroughly inspect it, the old man who drove the corpses hesitated before speaking.

"Manager Sun, what exactly did you encounter?!"

"Such intense resentment combined with corpse poison is something I've never seen before in my life!!"

"Luckily, it was discovered early. If it had been a few days later, even the legendary sage might not have been able to save him!"

As the old man who drove the corpses spoke, he invited Manager Sun outside the shop.

He then took out a box of ancient needles from the cloth bag he carried with him: "Manager Sun, do you trust me?"

"If you trust me, I'll hold my breath and not move, it might hurt a little later."

Manager Sun smiled upon hearing this: "Trustworthy, of course trustworthy."

"I'm so grateful, how could I possibly have any doubts!"

"Go ahead and do it, little brother. I'm the one causing you trouble!"

Hearing what Manager Sun said, the old man who drove the corpses stopped being polite.

He swiftly inserted bone needles into the Yangbai, Qingming, and Yuyao acupoints of Manager Sun, while chanting incantations.

"Yin returns to Yin, Yang returns to Yang, Yin and Yang each go to one side."

"Life and death are two separate paths; do not rush your journey."

After saying this, he grabbed a handful of glutinous rice that he had prepared beforehand, mixed it with water from nowhere, and made it into a rice paste.

After wrapping the glutinous rice paste in a damp cloth, roll it continuously on the top of Manager Sun's head.

A short while later, the green in Manager Sun's eyes began to move upwards, along his forehead to the top of his head.

If Zhao Youliang hadn't respected the elderly, he almost blurted out, "Uncle Sun, you've been cuckolded."

Only after all the green corpse poison had been absorbed by the glutinous rice did the old man who drove the corpses finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, I have accomplished my mission!"

"Manager Sun, please remember this: From now on, apply glutinous rice to your eyes for 15 minutes every day, and then sunbathe for half an hour."

"We have to hold on for half a month!"

"If it's cloudy and there's no sun during that time, you can use a high-wattage light bulb to heat it up."

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun nodded repeatedly, and was about to say that he would definitely remember it when suddenly a chill swept through his entire body.

Not only Manager Sun, but also the old man who drives corpses and Zhao Youliang are the same.

Just as the group was wondering what was going on, a "click" sound came from inside the house.

Upon closer inspection, all the paper figures were looking over at the old man who was driving the corpses, their eyes fixed on him.

At the same time, the Peking Opera singing that had appeared earlier suddenly rang out, only it was colder and more ethereal.

"I summoned the ghost soldiers to ride the yin wind into the mourning hall, but seeing the mourning hall made me so sad."

"The smoker entered the mourning hall. He observed carefully. Three bowls of vegetables were offered, along with two bowls of soup. The vegetables were rotten cabbage, and the soup was just clear water..."

After the singing ended, a sinister voice emanated from the female doll being worshipped.

To be precise, it was said to the old man who drove the corpses.

"Outsider, why are you meddling in other people's business!"

"Aren't you afraid of dying?!"

"This, this..." The old man who drove the corpse was shocked and instinctively took a step back.

It seemed that only by retreating into the sunlight could he find a little sense of security.

"It can manifest and cause strange occurrences in broad daylight! What exactly is that thing you're storing in your shop, Mr. Zhao?!"

Zhao Youliang himself was a victim of the shop, and inexplicably so, so how could he answer the corpse driver's question?

However, out of her kind nature, she immediately and instinctively stood in front of the old man who was transporting corpses.

"Big sister, what do you want to do?"

"If you harm people, then I won't be burning incense for you in the middle of the night anymore!"

It's unclear whether Zhao Youliang's threats had an effect, or whether the items in the shop were afraid of sunlight.

In short, there was no sound inside at all, and even the chill from before disappeared.

Seeing this, the old man who drove the corpses finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"What a strange thing!"

"Mr. Zhao, thank you."

At this point, the old man who drove the corpses suddenly stared at the paper-making shop and his expression changed drastically.

"Such a heavy aura of death!"

"Don't tell me the whole shop was built with human flesh and blood mud!"

"How many people have been harmed by this? How many innocent souls are trapped inside?!"