The Dead Burn Incense, Puppets Sit in the Hall

In our long-standing and historically rich land of China, many professions have their own rules and taboos. This is especially true for ancient and mysterious crafts.

For instance, when engag...

Chapter 53 Rare Treasures

Leaving aside Zhao Youliang, who inadvertently boasted and then continued to sleep soundly.

On the other side, two ghost messengers were fleeing at top speed.

The tall man ran while shouting in fear: "Brother, luckily we were careful, otherwise we would have caused a huge disaster!"

The shorter man nodded repeatedly: "That's right!"

"How could we have imagined such a disaster... that the young general's family has spread so far and wide, with relatives everywhere."

The short man suddenly stopped, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"But if that Lord Zhao is the young general's cousin, why would he be living in a place where there is no chance of survival?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the karmic entanglements involving that shop are no small matter!"

The tall man shook his head helplessly upon hearing this: "Cause and effect? ​​When has the young general ever cared about cause and effect?"

"He himself is the greatest cause and effect!"

"Besides, that Lord Zhao might have stayed there on purpose."

"Just as unscrupulous as the young general, just messing around with ghosts when he has nothing better to do!"

The two ghost messengers couldn't help but feel a chill when the young general was mentioned again.

I sped up again, wanting to get away from this troublesome place as quickly as possible.

As a result, rumors spread that Zhao Youliang was a master and had an extremely terrifying backer, leading to many absurd and ridiculous events.

......

"Ring ring," the alarm clock rang precisely in the early morning, and Zhao Youliang opened the door for business with a yawn.

"Oh my god, this is no life for a human being."

"Sleep later than a dog, wake up earlier than a rooster!"

As he complained, Zhao Youliang noticed the rather unfriendly look in the big yellow dog's eyes.

He quickly straightened his posture and saluted the thug like a puppet soldier.

Good morning, Brother Dog! May you be blessed with good fortune, Brother Dog!

Because he saluted too forcefully, he flung the object he was holding out of his hand.

By sheer coincidence, it hit the big yellow dog squarely on the forehead, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Oh dear, Brother Dog, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Zhao Youliang quickly squatted down to check the big yellow dog's injuries.

At the same time, his whole body tensed up, just waiting for the big yellow dog to go berserk so he could turn around and run away.

At first, the big yellow dog really didn't intend to let the kid who dared to ambush him get away with it, but when he saw the "thing" that had injured him, the dog was instantly stunned.

"Dog, Dog Bro, what's wrong?"

"Could he have suffered a concussion from being hit by the object?!"

Zhao Youliang waved his hand in front of the big yellow dog while following the dog's gaze.

"Huh? What's this? It looks so familiar!"

Only then did Zhao Youliang realize that this was the same item he had obtained in his dream yesterday, given to him by those two very polite strange men.

When I picked it up, I felt a sudden chill.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small, dark sign.

It is neither metal nor wood, and its specific material is not discernible.

The front of the sign is engraved with two large traditional Chinese characters: 令 (Ling) and 巡 (Xun).

The back is engraved with the two large characters "Fengdu" in intaglio, with a majestic pass in the background—Ghost Gate Pass.

Here's a special explanation: the so-called "yinwen" mentioned above is not the script of the underworld, but rather refers to a carving technique.

The recessed characters carved on objects are called "yinwen" (intaglio characters), while the raised characters are called "yangwen" (relief characters).

Moreover, to the best of my knowledge, the underworld does not have its own unique script; all official documents are written in Song typeface.

As for why Song typeface was used instead of others, that will be explained later.

......

"What is this? Was yesterday not a dream?"

"Could it be a burglar?!"

Just as Zhao Youliang was lost in thought, Huang Jiaxian and Xiaojiaozi suddenly appeared beside him.

"Sorry, Quantum, I still couldn't find you a good one..."

At this point, Huang Yu suddenly stopped, staring wide-eyed at the token in Zhao Youliang's hand in disbelief.

"Quantum, quantum, can you show me what you have in your hand?"

How could Zhao Youliang refuse such a small matter? He casually tossed the token to Huang Yu.

"Young Master Huang, what are you saying? I'd gladly give it to you, let alone just take a look!"

As they were talking, Zhao Youliang had already found some alcohol and gauze to disinfect and bandage the big yellow dog.

Finally, he casually tied a bow on the big yellow dog's head with gauze.

In this way, the already lewd scoundrel became even more lewd.

Not just sleazy, he's downright perverted!

It is common knowledge that disinfecting with alcohol is very painful, but strangely enough, even so, the big yellow dog did not rush up and beat Zhao Youliang.

To be precise, his gaze never left that mysterious token.

This bizarre scene only strengthened Zhao Youliang's belief that the big yellow dog had been knocked senseless...

"Quantum, how did you obtain this token?"

"We must tell the truth!"

This was the first time Zhao Youliang had seen Huang Yu so serious since they had met, so he quickly recounted the strange dream he had the day before.

"Young Master Huang, isn't it strange? When I woke up from the dream, there really was this thing!"

Just then, Xiong Ba emerged from the memorial tablet, swaying his head as he strode over.

"It's not surprising at all, because those two yesterday were underworld officials."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Young Master Chang Jie."

Despite his strange appearance, Chang Jie is a direct descendant of the Chang family of the Northern Kingdom, so it's perfectly reasonable for a rogue cultivator like Xiong Ba to call him "Young Master."

Chang Jie still looked like he was half-dead from being a maggot in an egg, speaking weakly.

"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. Where's the justice in that...?"

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