One by one, a dozen or so Onmyoji entered the house. These Onmyoji were mostly old men with white hair, the youngest of whom was over fifty years old.
Upon hearing that they were to escort the thousand-year-old female zombie to the tomb of Marquis Wu, these Yin-Yang Masters were extremely excited and eager to show off their skills.
Before embarking on their missions, the Onmyoji would cast a divination. As the divination was performed, the Onmyoji, who had initially been excited, would turn pale and exclaim, "Ominous! Terribly ominous!"
"Chief镖 (镖头, a term referring to a bodyguard or镖师), this job is absolutely unacceptable, and we can't handle it."
“In the past, even the most ominous divination results meant a slim chance of survival, but this divination shows no hope at all; going there will surely lead to death!”
"Matchmaker Li, we are not capable of taking on this job. We cannot escort them, we cannot escort them..."
...
Lin, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), wanted to take on the job, but after hearing how dangerous the Yin-Yang Masters described it, he became unsure. Moreover, escorting a ghost escort required a Yin-Yang Master to accompany the escort, and if the Yin-Yang Masters refused to take on the job, he couldn't take it either.
"Old Liu, Old Zhang, is there really no way at all? This is a huge order! If it goes through, my little temple won't be able to hold all of you big shots!" Chief镖师 Lin asked, still wanting to try and secure the deal.
Old Liu and Old Zhang, who were named by Chief Escort Lin, both shook their heads. These old bones of theirs wanted to live a couple more years. If the divination showed a chance of survival, they might have wanted to take on the challenge. But the divination showed a certain death. They must have been out of their minds to think of going to their deaths.
“Matchmaker Li, look…” Lin, the head镖师 (bodyguard), looked at Matchmaker Li with a troubled expression.
Matchmaker Li's heart pounded as these Yin-Yang Masters kept emphasizing bad luck. She herself had some skills, but listening to the Yin-Yang Masters speak with such conviction, as if going there meant certain death, Matchmaker Li couldn't help but consider giving up.
But even if she wanted to back out, there was nothing she could do. King Wu had already approached her, and she had to go whether she wanted to or not.
Matchmaker Li comforted herself, saying that although the matter was dangerous, since she was doing it for the sake of the Marquis of Wu, she should at least consider the Buddha's feelings, and there shouldn't be any major problems.
Instead of finding any help, she became suspicious and paranoid. Matchmaker Li glared at Chief Escort Lin, picked up the silver notes on the table, and angrily got up and left.
"Matchmaker Li, Matchmaker Li..." Lin, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), chased after Matchmaker Li, inwardly groaning that he had offended her this time.
He could have had an affair with Matchmaker Li; just thinking about her curvaceous figure was intoxicating. But now, it's completely out of the question.
After watching Li the matchmaker leave the courtyard, Lin the镖头 (bodyguard) put away the lingering affection and reluctance in his eyes, his gaze becoming extremely sharp, and his change of expression was astonishingly fast.
"Help! Where's that fat pig from this morning?!"
He wouldn't be Chief Escort Lin if he didn't skin that fat pig alive!
Speaking of which, when did their Lingmen Escort Agency hire such a person? I have absolutely no recollection of it.
"Chief镖林, that fat man has vanished somewhere! We can't find him!"
"Then hurry up and go find him! If we can't find this fatso, no one is allowed to eat lunch today!"
...
At this moment, the four players who had quickly met up were following closely behind Matchmaker Li.
After a brief conversation, Xia Linyin learned that the skinny man was named Wang Ming, the fat man could be called Fatty, and the woman in her thirties could be called Sister Liu.
"Why are you following me?" Matchmaker Li asked as she turned around after turning into a small alley.
"Are you escorting a thousand-year-old female zombie to the Tomb of Marquis Wu?" Sister Liu asked directly. "We'd like to take on your job."
Matchmaker Li's expression changed slightly, then she chuckled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with allure, "Oh?"
Lightly waving her fan, Matchmaker Li glanced sideways at the four men. "Why should I? Do you even have that ability?"
Although the four were dressed in the uniforms of the Lingmen Escort Agency, they were clearly ordinary escorts, not Yin-Yang Masters. They were good at escorting goods and funerary objects, but they were obviously not qualified to escort the thousand-year-old female zombie to the Wuhou Tomb.
"Then I'll show you what I, Fatty, am capable of!" A black Guan Gong sword appeared out of thin air in Fatty's hand, its blade as black as ink and engraved with intricate patterns.
The fat man casually brandished his Guan Gong sword a couple of times, and for no reason, a sense of foreboding arose in everyone's hearts, making them uneasy.
Sensing the eerie and ominous aura, Matchmaker Li couldn't help but glance at the blade a few more times, but before she could examine it closely, the fat man had already put the Guan Gong sword away.
What appeared in Sister Liu's hand was a blood-red flute. When she played the flute, everyone present had the illusion that their souls were being forcibly ripped from their bodies, causing them unbearable pain.
But this is just an illusion; their souls remain inside their bodies. It seems that once Sister Liu upgrades the flute to a higher level, she might actually be able to extract a person's soul from their body.
What Wang Ming took out was a red bellyband. The red bellyband had a ghostly aura. As soon as Wang Ming took it out, everyone felt the temperature around them drop a few degrees, and a chill seeped into their bones.
"This is a real treasure!" Wang Ming said with a lewd smile. He stroked the silky red bodice in his hand, turning it over and over as if he were touching a woman's smooth, fair skin, not a bodice.
"Alright! Put it away!" Sister Liu said, frowning.
"Hehe." Wang Ming chuckled as he put away the red bellyband. He had a very conspicuous red bellyband tattoo on his arm.
“This is my weapon—” Xia Linyin flipped her palm over, “A blood-red high heel.”
A red high-heeled shoe appeared in her hand. After Xia Linyin used Ghost Coins to increase the damage value for the second time, the high-heeled shoe tripled in size, turning into a super large high-heeled shoe.
Although the matchmaker didn't recognize what kind of weapon Xia Linyin was holding—the high heels—she could tell from the sharp, thin heels that they resembled arrows that the weapon was menacing.
And like the red bellyband, the high heels exuded a chilling, ghostly aura.
Matchmaker Li had long since dropped her disdain. The four men's weapons and the way they appeared out of nowhere clearly told her they were qualified to take the job, however—
"If you have such skills, why are you working as bodyguards?" Matchmaker Li couldn't help but express her doubts about the four men's motives.
"That's exactly why I've been waiting for a big order like yours," the fat man said, patting his watermelon-like belly, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"And me." Suddenly, an old, hoarse voice came, "Matchmaker Li, I've taken this job. It's my personal business. I couldn't speak up just now, so please forgive me, Matchmaker Li."
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