When Zhao Youliang arrived at the coffin shop with mixed feelings, his first attention was drawn to the funeral clothing shop across the street.
The funeral shop owner, who had been killed by an evil spirit yesterday, was standing unsteadily in the dark corner.
Like a paper figure hung on a tree, swaying in the wind.
"Is this a ghost in broad daylight?!" Zhao Youliang looked incredulous, then rubbed his eyes hard and looked again.
The owner of the funeral shop is still there, still drifting aimlessly, "without anyone to rely on."
Just then, Old Liu's voice came from inside the coffin shop: "Quantum, stop looking and come in."
"You're not mistaken, that's a ghost."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang walked into the coffin shop, turning back every few steps.
"Uncle, I brought you food. Please eat it while it's hot."
"Also, Uncle..."
As the saying goes, "Old people are shrewd, and old ghosts are clever," and Old Liu had clearly guessed what Zhao Youliang wanted to ask.
He took a bite of the bun and said with a smile, "Quantum, ghosts don't only come out at night, just like people aren't only active during the day."
"It's just that even if ghosts come out during the day, they can't be exposed to the sunlight; they can only hide in dark corners."
"Nothing to be surprised about."
"Oh, I see." Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly as he listened.
"I understand, Uncle!"
"According to you, ghosts hide in their graves during the day, avoiding the sun."
"More or less," Old Liu said with a chuckle after taking a sip of tofu pudding.
"Those whose bodies are collected will naturally hide them in their own graves; those whose bodies are not collected will have to find a place to hide them themselves."
“The better hiding places are all fought over by other evil spirits, which is one of the reasons why wandering ghosts suffer.”
"When wandering ghosts have nowhere to hide, they can only hide under the eaves of houses. This is why children are not allowed to walk along the base of the walls, as they may bump into them."
"Humans and ghosts are different; it's bad for anyone if they collide."
At this point, Old Liu sighed with emotion: "Actually, ghosts are just like people; the law of the jungle prevails."
"Ghosts are even worse than humans. Ordinary people at least have the protection of the law, but wandering ghosts are miserable... They roam between the realms of Yin and Yang, and have nowhere to seek justice when they are bullied."
While they were talking, Old Liu had already eaten a steamed bun and drunk three mouthfuls of tofu pudding.
Then he repacked the remaining buns and handed them to Zhao Youliang, while the remaining tofu pudding was turned over and poured into the flowerpot to serve as fertilizer for the kalanchoe plants.
"Quantum, remember this: just bring me one steamed bun every day from now on. Any more would be a waste."
"My body is special; it doesn't matter whether I eat or not."
"Sigh, I eat a little bit every day, mainly because I don't want to forget the taste of home cooking."
Zhao Youliang was taken aback upon hearing this, but then nodded repeatedly without asking any further questions.
After listening to Old Liu's words, Zhao Youliang thought he was being clever and assumed that the other person had practiced "abstinence from grains" and no longer needed to eat.
All you need to do is absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon.
Isn't that how it's always written in cultivation novels...?
Old Liu was even more pleased with Zhao Youliang's obedient demeanor.
I thought he knew how to assess the situation, knew not to ask questions he shouldn't, and knew he shouldn't pry into other people's secrets.
Who would have thought that this guy was just overthinking things...
For the next two hours, Zhao Youliang studied with Old Liu and didn't leave until 11:30 a.m.
It was thanks to Old Liu's careful guidance that Zhao Youliang was no longer a novice in the workplace and took a big step forward on his path of self-cultivation.
What surprised Zhao Youliang the most was that the mysterious Uncle Liu was not only good at making paper offerings, but also a coffin bearer with golden feet.
This is the highest level of coffin bearers!
Furthermore, Zhao Youliang was exceptionally serious when practicing "coffin carrying," and his progress was much faster.
Perhaps it stemmed from his longing for Manager Sun... The old man had given everything for him, and even after turning into a zombie, he still thought of Zhao Youliang.
Thinking of Manager Sun, Zhao Youliang thought of the pills made from Blood Spirit Mushroom.
He hurriedly ran back to the coffin shop, insisting on giving a few grains to Old Liu.
Old Liu was stunned, never expecting that this silly boy would have such a good thing.
But he only paused for a moment before declining Zhao Youliang's offer.
"As I said before, Uncle's body is special, so eating anything won't help."
"Even if I accept your precious pills, it would be a waste of good things."
"Uncle Xiaoxin accepts it, you can go now."
After leaving the coffin shop, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the pills he couldn't give away.
Okay!
Everyone else has so many good things that they don't have enough to go around, but in my family, nobody wants the good stuff.
I wonder where Huang's son and Xiaojiao went. When they come back, I'll make sure they each have one!
Oh right, before that, let's trick the prisoner into eating one!
With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Youliang, looking shifty and sneaky, entered the side room where the deities were worshipped.
After lighting three incense sticks, he silently prayed, "Brother Prisoner, are you awake?"
"If you can hear me, could you please acknowledge me?"
To Zhao Youliang's surprise, this time the prisoner finally reacted.
"Quantum, did you call me? I've been in seclusion for some time now, cutting off all contact with the outside world."
Is something the matter?
To avoid putting Zhao Youliang on a psychological burden, the prisoner didn't say that he was injured by the two paper figures while protecting him, and that he could only fall into a deep sleep to heal his wounds.
And as they spoke, the prisoner's figure was revealed.
They were still shackled and bound by iron chains.
Zhao Youliang did not answer the prisoner's question directly, but instead gave a sly smile.
"Brother Prisoner, I have a question for you: I heard that whether you're a human or a ghost, you shouldn't lick your elbow with your tongue. Is that true?"
"Of course, hanged ghosts don't count... their tongues are too long, they can lick elbows, let alone buttocks."
A dignified and proud prisoner should not have bothered with such a childish question.
But as the saying goes: a man is a boy until he dies, and prisoners are no exception.
Driven by curiosity, I subconsciously began to try it.
"How could you possibly lick your own elbow...?"
Zhao Youliang was waiting for the chance for him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. Seeing this, he quickly stuffed the pill he had been hiding in his hand into the prisoner's mouth.
He then suddenly grabbed the prisoner's chin and said, "Swallow it, and let's go!"
The elixir melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and the prisoner immediately sensed its effects.
"A rare and precious medicine, quantum, you?!"
Zhao Youliang chuckled and immediately explained the whole story, as well as why he did it this way.
The prisoner was both moved and amused, and ultimately condensed all his thoughts into a single sentence.
“Quantum, I just tried it, and we really can’t lick our own elbows.”
Zhao Youliang: "......"
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