Fearing that Granny Mi might change her mind, the village chief and others quickly agreed upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, Auntie, we'll at least raise 100,000... no, 200,000 for Quantum!"

"In short, we will definitely not treat him unfairly!"

The old woman in the paper-making shop didn't answer, only letting out a soft sigh.

That night, because the town mayor had given advance notice, every household closed their doors and windows and went to bed early, and all businesses were prohibited from operating.

In short, just like the curfew in ancient times, after nightfall, not a single person could be seen on the streets.

Furthermore, the town mayor warned every household that no matter what noise they heard or what happened at night, they should not go out to check.

Anyone who dares to break the rules deserves to die!

The residents of the town had all heard rumors about how strange this place was, so they naturally obeyed.

They even put "masks" on their own dogs to prevent them from barking and causing trouble.

At first, everything was fine; nothing terrifying happened, until the clock struck midnight...

First, a strong wind howled, causing the large trees to sway.

The swaying shadows of the trees fell on the window, like bizarre, grotesque demons.

Then a torrential downpour began, with raindrops the size of glass marbles hitting the ground and making a crisp cracking sound.

Then came the rumble of thunder, which seemed to be drawn by something and lingered over the town.

Just as the sounds of wind, rain, and thunder reached their peak, they abruptly stopped.

Just as the townspeople were finding it extremely difficult to adjust to the shift from agitation to quiet, a faint, eerie female operatic voice rang out—it was the famous "Sighing Skull."

"You think life is all just busywork, busywork for nothing; where is your description?"

Who will bury this pile of bones...?

After the singing, came a woman's sharp laughter.

The laughter was filled with endless resentment...

The townspeople were terrified upon hearing this, and some elderly people even trembled with fear.

"She's back! She's really back!"

"We will die, we will all die!!"

On the other side, at the paper-making shop:

In the front yard of the paper-making shop, a big yellow dog trembled, its eyes filled with fear.

They stared fearfully at the dimly lit shop.

The interplay of light and shadow is like traversing between yin and yang;

Behind the paper-making shop, Xie Tangxian huddled together, as if only in this way could they feel a little bit of security.

If it weren't for Xiong Ba, they probably would have scattered like last time.

Even Xiong Ba and Chang Jie were trembling with fear...

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in, blasting the window open with a crash and making the paper figures rustle.

The paper figures were vaguely seen flying up with the wind, laughing coldly as they all drifted toward the spirit medium, who was offering incense to the dolls.

The mother-in-law ignored her, only respectfully kowtowing and pleading.

“I know that our ancestors were wrong back then, and I know that even after a hundred years, you still harbor resentment.”

"This old woman doesn't ask for your forgiveness, she only asks that you bear with her for one night, is that alright?"

"Take my life, just bear with it for one night."

At this point, the entire town suddenly lost power, plunging into complete darkness.

In the darkness, the female doll seemed to come alive, mechanically lowering her head and giving a bitter smile to the kneeling, worshipping old woman.

The occasional flashes of lightning made the doll appear even more terrifying.

Large spurts of black blood dripped from her mouth, and her pale hands slowly reached towards Granny Wenshi's neck...

When everything quieted down and the town's power supply was restored, the paper-making shop also quieted down.

The two rows of paper figures remained in their original positions; the female doll also seemed to have never been moved.

Only Granny Wenmi lay face up between two rows of paper figures, her eyes wide open, with a pair of dark handprints clearly visible on her neck.

If someone were to lift the veil from the female doll at this moment, they would surely find that she is still grinning maliciously...

Inside the coffin shop:

When the unconscious shopkeeper Sun woke up, he immediately looked at the wall clock.

When she realized it was 2 a.m., she couldn't help but burst into tears: "Older sister..."

Just then, the old man who drove the corpses walked in with three young men.

He was no longer dressed as usual, but barefoot in hemp clothing, holding a bell in one hand and a yin drum in the other.

Upon seeing Manager Sun's appearance, he was taken aback: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Why couldn't we get into town earlier?

"And...and the yin energy in the town was so heavy at that moment, it was practically a mass grave!"

"Also, where is Brother Zhao? Why isn't he waiting for us here?"

Manager Sun did not answer, but simply wiped away his tears and silently picked up the mallet, coffin nails, and ink line.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up a pen and wrote a suicide note, which he then placed on the table.

The gist of it is that after his death, everything he owns will be inherited by Zhao Youliang.

After finishing all this, Manager Sun let out a long sigh of relief: "Quantum is a bit surprised and can't come tonight, so I'll go with you."

"Don't worry, I will help Quantum fulfill his promise—I will cover your retreat if there is any danger, and you can go."

After this period of contact, the corpse driver knew that Manager Sun was a master in the field, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

Under the cover of night, the group trudged along the muddy road and headed straight into the deep mountains.

Zhao Youliang was released at 10 a.m. the next day.

Anxious and worried, he grabbed the breakfast that police officer Xiao Zhao had bought for him and ran back to the paper-making shop.

As he ran, he kept thinking: Please don't let anything happen, please don't let anything happen!

However, once he entered the town, he found the atmosphere unusually heavy.

In particular, when passing by Grandma Wenmi's shop, I was surprised to find white flowers hanging on the door and wreaths on both sides.

Zhao Youliang froze on the spot, feeling just as lost as when he was abandoned by his parents.

"Grandma, Grandma... What happened to Grandma?"

The town mayor answered Zhao Youliang's question, feigning deep grief.

"Quantum, you're finally back!"

"You don't know, your aunt looked after the shop for you last night when you didn't come back."

"As a result... as a result, when we got up early in the morning, someone found that she had died at the entrance of the shop."

"We didn't even have a chance to get him to the hospital for emergency treatment!"

At this point, the village chief and a few others who knew about it yesterday pretended to shed a few crocodile tears.

When the devastating news hit, Zhao Youliang was completely stunned.

You should know that since he arrived here, the person who has been the best to him is Granny Wenmi.

It was the old man's kindness and meticulous care that made Zhao Youliang feel at home here.

Moreover, Zhao Youliang had come to regard Granny Wenmi as his own grandmother, and he always thought that if he could earn more money, he would give it all to Granny Wenmi after his adoptive father's medical treatment.

But now... now the child wishes to care for their parents, but they are no longer there; there is no greater sorrow in the world than this...