The next day, Luo Tianhe got another Wuling minivan.
He patted the hood of the car and said with a smug look on his face:
“I’ve checked. The place we’re going to this time is also in the mountains and remote areas. This kind of minivan is just right. It’s not only durable, but if something happens to it, we won’t feel bad about leaving it behind.”
Recalling his experience in Maya Village, Luo Tianhe's words made sense.
If his G-Wagon were covered in bits of flesh, rotting corpses, pus, and maggots, he'd probably have to hold his nose and push the car into the river.
Although Luo Tianhe is not short of money, a Mercedes-Benz G-Class would cost at least two or three million. There are many better things to do with that money.
"Alright, alright, let's go."
I climbed into the car and put all the things I had prepared in the trunk, two big bags in total. This time, I didn't want anything to go wrong.
What excites both Luo Tianhe and me is that if this operation goes smoothly and we manage to send that hanged ghost to be made into a meat dumpling, the human skin sachet can also absorb her resentment.
I estimate that we should be able to fill the remaining one-fifth, so that we can rescue Old Knife.
The first half of the road was fine; it was all national highway, smooth and even.
Once we got into the mountains, the road was so bad that I almost threw up from the bumpy ride.
Speaking of this, I have to admire Li Huai a little.
That kid, the car was shaking so badly it almost ripped my butt into eight pieces, and he still managed to fall asleep in his seat.
We drove from morning until afternoon before we finally saw our destination.
Ahead is a small village, which is the Ge Family Village that Master mentioned.
It looks quite backward; I even doubt whether this village has internet access.
Sure enough, when I took out my phone, the signal was only a pitiful one bar. It was probably just for show, only serving a psychological purpose. No wonder I couldn't make a call.
I opened the car door, jumped out, and looked around.
Soon, I noticed a small old man dressed in black, but covered in dust, squatting behind a rock watching us.
I stepped forward and asked:
"You must be Ge Wang, Uncle Ge, a friend of Master Zhang?"
He nodded, a hint of disappointment flashing across his wrinkled old face.
Even after I got out of the car, he still peered into the back seat, but he didn't see the figure he hoped to see.
"Has Master Zhang still not arrived?"
The old man muttered something, then forced a smile:
"You must be Chen Yan, the Taoist priest. You are indeed a promising young man. I'll have to ask you for help this time."
My lips twitched; this old man's flattery was so fake.
He was clearly disappointed that the Taoist priest hadn't come, yet now he's saying these insincere words.
Upon arriving at their destination, Li Huai finally woke up. He rubbed his eyes and got out of the car.
Suddenly, the old man saw Li Huai and exclaimed in surprise.
"It's unbelievable that someone with such an ominous fate could live to adulthood."
Upon hearing this, Li Huai was immediately displeased:
"What do you mean you actually managed to live to adulthood? That's absurd! I'm a living person. Besides, the fortune teller said I'd definitely live to be a hundred. But you, old man, probably don't have many years left to live."
Faced with Li Huai's sarcasm, the old man was not angry at all, and even chuckled:
"Which fortune teller would dare to say that? Anyone with a bit of skill would be more lenient by not saying you'll die suddenly tonight."
"you,"
Li Huai was furious. He pointed a trembling finger at the old man, but he couldn't utter a word.
I took a closer look at the old man, and he actually had some skill; he was able to see the difference in Li Huai.
Seemingly understanding my meaning, he took out a pipe, filled it with tobacco, tapped it on a stone, and then took a deep drag, saying:
"Forget it, I'm not going to play along with you anymore. I'm not cut out for this."
"Although Master Zhang told me you are very capable, I feel that you are young and inexperienced, so it seems that this evil spirit will not be able to be sent away."
I frowned, not because I found the old man's words too harsh, but because I was reminded of something unpleasant.
Back then in Ma Ya Village, Uncle Ma was also a heavy smoker, and then suddenly he turned into a vengeful ghost seeking death.
At this moment, Luo Tianhe jumped out of the car.
“Old man, I can tell you’re ignorant. He’s the last cobbler in the village, with a lineage. And even someone with an extremely unlucky fate like Li Huai is perfectly fine next to him. Look at how lively and energetic he is.”
"Second-rate cobbler?"
The old man took a few deep drags on his pipe and asked in surprise:
"Why didn't you say so earlier? No wonder the Taoist priest recommended you. No wonder this kid hasn't kicked the bucket yet."
"Alright, alright, take us into the village first."
Luo Tianhe waved his hand, "We still have so much stuff in the car, we can't just leave it outside."
The old man nodded; Luo Tianhe's words made him acknowledge my abilities.
At least he felt he didn't have the ability to keep someone with such an extremely unlucky fate as Li Huai by his side.
On the way to the village, the old man told us the whole story in detail.
A while ago, a villager's son, who had been admitted to university, returned to the village.
I heard that he made money outside, so he plans to tear down the old house and build a new one, turning his parents' bungalow into a small villa.
As a result, when they were digging the foundation, they unearthed a coffin.
People from far and wide came to watch the spectacle, and those with a bit of sense advised him not to open the coffin but to find an auspicious burial site instead.
After all, the coffin was covered with red ropes and various talismans for warding off evil.
At this point, the old man seemed a little apprehensive, and his voice trembled slightly.
He was there at the time and tried his best to persuade the family.
However, that family was blinded by greed. After all, the coffin was made of fine sandalwood, and they wondered how much the burial items inside were worth.
Most importantly, his son, who had attended university, insisted on believing in science and that feudal superstitions were all lies.
In full view of everyone, he actually tore off the talisman, cut all the red threads, and forcefully lifted the coffin lid.
Upon hearing this, Li Huai, Luo Tianhe, and I exchanged glances. This guy must be an idiot.
Moreover, normal coffins are studded with rivets, so how could he possibly lift it? It must be something inside causing trouble.
Ge Wang also noticed the awkward silence between us and sighed.
"You're all young, yet the three of you know all this stuff. I had high hopes for him when he was in school; he was clever and smart, and sure enough, he got into university. But now, I feel like he's just gone crazy from studying!"
Hearing this, the three of us felt a little embarrassed.
After all, none of the three of us have high levels of education.
Li Huai swallowed hard. He knew that what he would see when the coffin was opened would be extraordinary, so he shouted directly:
"Uncle Ge, please continue. Open the coffin, and then what?"
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