Chapter 106

The crowd had already begun to adapt to Li Ang's intermittent use of memes, and even if they secretly criticized him in their hearts, there was no expression on their faces.

After setting up the landmines, the task force walked out of the cellar and watched Li Ang pull out a motor, welding machine, and a bunch of odds and ends of steel. In a few strokes, he put together a vacuum cleaner, sucked up the dust from the ground, and sprayed it into the cellar to cover their tracks.

After that, the group went to other places in Guhan Temple and set up various hidden landmines. Because the day of the demon feast was approaching, the temple would soon be filled with demons, so these landmines needed to be triggered remotely, so as not to automatically bàozhà due to accidental contact.

Then, the task force formulated a plan to assassinate the Shan Xiao (mountain demon), based on Chai Cuiqiao's information and combined with the terrain of Guhan Temple. The plan also included how to target the demons who had attended in previous years.

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed. During this period, nothing happened, and everything was as plain as usual.

On the night of the sixth day, the task force, fully prepared for battle, returned to the guest rooms assigned to each person to rest.

In the middle of the night, Li Ang was lying on the bed chatting with Chai Cuiqiao, discussing the world in the eyes of ghosts.

Li Ang asked, "After a person dies and turns into a ghost, don't the underworld authorities send Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, to take the ghost away?"

Chai Cuiqiao replied, "Under normal circumstances, that's right. However, just like the constables and yamen runners in the human world, Black and White Impermanence also have places they can't take care of. Some ghosts who died violently are not taken away for a long time and are nourished by resentment, cultivating into fierce ghosts, harming one side, either cultivating into great ghosts, ghost kings, or being prematurely saved by passing Taoists and monks."

Chai Cuiqiao paused, seemingly afraid of being misunderstood by Li Ang, and explained, "Of course, there are also some ordinary ghosts whose resentment is not that great, but because their bones are buried in a blessed place where Yin energy circulates, they can't escape. These ghosts will live in peace with the living people on the ground. In special circumstances, ghosts will even help the living."

Li Ang nodded when he heard the words. The *Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes* recorded a story of a ghost helping people:

There was a man surnamed Liao in the southern township of Guangdong County. He collected and buried all the unclaimed bones by the village and built a tomb for them, called Yizhong (righteous tomb).

Later, an epidemic broke out around Guangdong County. The man surnamed Liao dreamed that a hundred people were standing at his door. One of them stepped forward and told him, "The plague ghost is coming, and we hope you can burn ten paper battle flags and a hundred wooden knives wrapped in tin foil so that we can fight the plague ghost and repay the village's kindness."

The man surnamed Liao was very fond of doing good deeds and burned paper battle flags and tin foil wooden knives according to the instructions of the dream.

One night a few days later, the villagers heard noises and quarrels outside the village, and the sounds of swords clashing, as if an army was fighting. The sound gradually stopped until dawn.

In the plague that ravaged Guangdong County, none of the people in this village were infected with the disease.

Similar "small fresh" ghost stories of harmonious coexistence between humans and ghosts can be found in *Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes*, *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, *Youyang Zazu*, and other collections of strange stories. Chai Cuiqiao also made certain supplements to the background setting of the afterlife, letting Li Ang know that people and ghosts are not absolutely opposed.

Just as Li Ang was listening to the ghosts telling ghost stories with great interest, he heard the sound of reciting poetry outside the temple, as well as the sound of two people arguing and quarreling, followed by cursing, and after a while, there was also the sound of beatings.

Ghosts?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows. A ghost outside the wall shouted with full vigor, "This guy criticized and refuted my poetry, which really makes me angry and unwilling. I beat him up severely. How about this, sir in the courtyard, you come and listen to my article and give it a good evaluation."

After saying that, the ghost recited his original poems aloud, chanting while clapping and keeping time for himself.

The poems were hundreds of paragraphs long. While he was reciting, another ghost groaned in pain and mocked the clumsiness of the article.

Li Ang listened by the window. To be fair, this poem was indeed very ordinary. It always gave people the feeling that a landlord and rich man with little education was racking his brains to squeeze out some gorgeous words and put them together, feigning elegance.

"Sir, what do you think of this article?"

Li Ang smacked his lips and smiled, "I'm not feeling well, I'm afraid I can't stand your old fists."

As soon as he finished speaking, the beaten ghost laughed wildly, while the poetry-reciting ghost was choked speechless and left angrily, muttering something like "Outrageous!"

The two ghosts left, and the temple returned to silence. Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao looked at each other.

Tonight is the last day of the seven-day deadline stipulated by the system task. The ghosts and monsters who come to the banquet will all be here tomorrow....

The next morning, everyone was boiling water and making breakfast in the temple. They saw that Wanli Fengdao's dark circles were quite serious. Xing Hechou asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

"Don't mention it." Wanli Fengdao said reluctantly, "Last night I had a dream. I saw a graceful figure wearing palace clothes cleaning up in my room.

The figure's figure was excellent. I subconsciously got out of bed, intending to take a look at her face—thinking about whether I could turn this dream into a wet dream.

As a result, she heard footsteps and turned her head. Her figure was curvy, but her face was a black, fat, and extremely rough bearded man, surpassing Zhang Fei and comparable to Li Kui.

I was so scared that I collapsed and lay in bed all night without sleeping."

A wet dream turned into a nightmare. Xing Hechou and the monk Huibing smiled slightly, but Li Ang nodded thoughtfully, "It may not be a dream."

"Ah?" Wanli Fengdao was startled. It wasn't that he was afraid of any ghosts or monsters, but if the monster with a man's head and a woman's body last night was real, then who knows what he wanted to do to himself.

Pick up soap.....?

He suddenly felt a chill and was about to ask for clarification when he saw Li Ang running to his room.

Everything in Wanli Fengdao's room was as usual, except for a faint fragrance in the air.

Sniff, sniff,

After careful identification, it seemed that there was a hint of foxiness mixed in with the faint fragrance?

Li Ang frowned slightly, stomped his feet on the ground, and kicked his feet twice on the wall. He hooked his palm and hooked it on the beam.

He climbed onto the beam like a cat and found that he was not the only one on the beam.

A gray-black fox with very long whiskers was also lying on the beam.

"Hello?" Li Ang said first.

"..." The black fox was stunned for a moment, and after holding back for a long time, he said in a rough uncle voice, "Li hao?"

Li Ang was stunned and asked, "Are you a fox from Fujian?"

"Eh?" The black fox exclaimed, "Li su肿么zhīdào wǒ xì Hújian húlí de niē?" (How did you know I was a Fujian fox?)

Hehe, because li's Mandarin is not standard.