Without further ado, Liao Zhiyuan performed a Taoist hand seal called "Nine Yin Return to Earth" and began chanting incantations.
"The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches cover all directions; Taoists observe Yin and Yang. If you wish to meet them, it will be like a dream; you will meet ghosts and gods in the prison of hell."
"Junior Liao Zhiyuan respectfully requests the divine intervention of the two seniors!"
As soon as the incantation was finished, a chilling wind howled, filled with a cold and murderous aura.
Seeing this, Li Mao, who was both incompetent and playful, quickly hid... crouching behind the big yellow dog, only showing half of his head.
"Here it comes, here it comes! Little Liao has really brought the ghost here!"
The howling wind lasted for the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, until it chilled everyone's crotches, but the two Taishan ghost soldiers were still nowhere to be seen.
"......"
"Xiao Liao, are you sure you didn't use the wrong spell?"
Liao Zhiyuan was also helpless in the face of this situation.
The incantation was definitely correct; it was taught to him by the Taishan Ghost.
Since the spell itself is correct, the problem must lie elsewhere...
Just as Liao Zhiyuan was "struggling" under Li Mao's disdainful gaze, a turning point appeared.
Two phantom figures of Taishan ghost soldiers slowly approached, but suddenly stopped just as they got close to the paper-making shop.
Four eyes, as big as copper bells, stared intently at this side for a moment, then turned and left with a look of fear on their faces.
No matter how Liao Zhiyuan called out to him, he refused to come back...
"how so?!"
"Our...our shop isn't strange anymore, we've even taken the coffin with us, haven't we?!"
Faced with this situation, not only Liao Zhiyuan was puzzled, but Zhao Youliang was as well.
After a moment's thought, he realized a fact he himself was unwilling to admit—this strange paper-making shop might be even more sinister than those two coffins!
Zhao Youliang vaguely remembered that when the coffin shop owner Liu and the fortune teller were alive, they both told him that this paper-making shop was built with "human flesh and blood mud"!
Even the old man who drove the corpses, who was Zhao Hongwei's senior in the sect, said something similar!
(For details, please refer to Chapter 0036 of this book: Outsider, Aren't you afraid of death?)
But if it were ordinary human flesh and blood, it would be impossible to scare away two Taishan ghost soldiers.
Human flesh and blood... Could it be the flesh of a great ghost, wronged throughout the ages? Or the blood of an immortal filled with eternal grief and indignation?!
However, in Zhao Youliang's understanding, only Mr. and those around him could have such means to deal with the two types of beings mentioned above.
But... but given Mr.'s character, he would never do something so horrific.
After listening to Zhao Youliang's analysis, Liao Zhiyuan was first shocked, then "grief and indignation".
"Liang, Brother Quantum, if this shop is this weird, then... then are we still stuck here?"
"No, we need to take a look right away!"
As they were talking, Liao Zhiyuan took out the labor contract that they had long forgotten from the house.
Upon looking at it, he was immediately shocked: "Holy crap, it really is true!"
"Look, Quantum Bro, our names are still on it, and they're even engraved in the paper!"
Zhao Youliang: "......"
"Xiao Liao, luckily we didn't break the rules and didn't stray too far from the paper-making shop."
"Damn it, what kind of mess is this?!"
"This run-down shop really treats us like watchdogs, and dogs that are chained up at that!"
Zhao Youliang realized immediately after speaking: he had unintentionally mentioned Da Huang again, and he might get beaten up again.
I glanced up and, thankfully, the rogue dog was engrossed in looking at the labor contract and hadn't noticed what I was saying at all.
With a long sigh of relief, Zhao Youliang let out a soft sigh.
"Oh my god, when will this life of being kept at home ever end?!"
"We can't possibly have to pray to the City Goddess of the City or the Young General every time we go on a long trip!"
"Those two are easy to talk to, but we can't always order them around..."
Just as Zhao Youliang was feeling frustrated, on the other side, outside the town...
By this time, Hu Dachuan had already brought the expert back.
And Zhao Youliang was right before; the person he invited was indeed the Grand Lama.
(For details, please refer to Chapter 357 of this book: The Strange Footsteps, at the end.)
The lama sat in the passenger seat, and Hu Dalu carefully flattered him while driving.
The Grand Lama was completely unconcerned by Hu Dalu's almost fawning attitude, and merely sneered.
"Are you really sure, benefactor? Do I really only need to save your son and not you?"
"In my opinion, you should sell your possessions to raise enough gold to equal the weight of you and your son. That way, I can compassionately save you all, hahahaha!"
Although he was met with indifference, Hu Dalu dared not show it at all and kept smiling apologetically.
While he smiled, his heart was filled with sorrow.
Actually, if he sold his house, car, and factory, he could satisfy the lama's insatiable greed.
The main point is that the other party is willing to negotiate the price; it doesn't necessarily have to be gold equal to the weight of one's body.
But what will happen to my good-for-nothing son for the rest of his life?
As a father, I can't be selfish...
Seeing Hu Dachuan's attitude of risking his life rather than giving up his wealth, the Grand Lama stopped trying to persuade him.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest, I was horrified to discover something.
"Stop the car! Stop the car now!!"
"We can't drive any further!!"
Hu Dachuan was taken aback when he heard this. Although he immediately did as instructed after realizing what was happening, the car still moved forward more than ten meters due to inertia.
Within those ten meters or so, the scenery suddenly changed dramatically.
There were no roads or houses left there, only endless thick fog.
The thick fog was filled with a foul stench, and the faint sound of ghostly wails could be heard continuously.
"Master, how could this happen?!"
Hu Dalu dared not get out of the car to check; he had even hunched over in the driver's seat and climbed into the back seat.
The Grand Lama clearly didn't want to pay any attention to Hu Dalu. After carefully sensing the surroundings, he got out of the car to take a look.
Of course, he didn't dare go too far, just looking around in the area illuminated by the car headlights.
Before the high lama could figure out what was going on, mournful funeral music suddenly drifted from afar.
As the music played, hordes of ghosts, like walking corpses, swarmed toward them.
They all had their heads drooping and dragged one leg, looking just like the lowest-level zombies in movies.
"A living soul has crossed the boundary?!"
Upon seeing this, the high lama became even more terrified. He couldn't even care less about his benefactor, the mainland, and hurriedly chanted the "six-syllable mantra" before hiding by the roadside.
He then closed his eyes and used the "Withered Wood Technique," as if he were truly a piece of withered wood devoid of life, oblivious to everything outside.
Hu Dalu wasn't stupid; how could he not understand the critical situation upon seeing this?
He quickly followed suit, leaving the car and squatting down in the ditch by the roadside.
He didn't know such a profound spell as the "Withered Tree Technique," so he could only keep silently chanting things like "Amitabha, Buddha, please protect me..."
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