Two middle-aged women, visibly emotional, suddenly came over to express their gratitude.
Mo Ting was still asleep in the morning.
Unsure of what was happening, he sat on the bed and looked at us.
As the middle-aged women spoke, they handed over the fruit baskets they were carrying.
The older woman with curly hair spoke first:
“Young man, thank you for your guidance. This is a small token of our appreciation.”
“Yes, yes, please accept it, young man.”
I felt a bit embarrassed. It was just a small gesture, a mere mention.
I waved my hands:
“When your father left last night, I only vaguely heard a word.
You two ladies are too kind.”
The two sisters repeatedly shook their heads:
“You’re welcome, you’re welcome, it’s the least we could do.”
“Yes, my father worked hard his whole life.
If you hadn’t reminded us, young man.
We would have mistakenly dressed him in his burial clothes, and he certainly wouldn’t have rested in peace.
He would have blamed us.
This is a small token, please accept it!”
“…”
The two ladies spoke one after another, and I found myself unable to refuse.
Finally, I nodded:
“Then I won’t be polite. Thank you for your kindness, ladies.”
After saying that, I took the two fruit baskets from their hands.
They were all fresh seasonal fruits. While not worth a fortune, they represented the sincerity of the givers.
I felt a sense of satisfaction.
Helping others with my skills and being thanked felt truly pleasant.
As soon as I took the fruit baskets, the younger sister with red hair tentatively asked:
“Young man, what do you do?
How could you hear what my father said when he passed away?”
After she spoke, the curly-haired sister beside her also widened her eyes, looking at me with great curiosity.
I smiled faintly and replied directly:
“Me? I work in a funeral parlor, selling incense, candles, and paper money. You could say I’m half a funeral director now!”
As soon as I said this, the two women gasped.
The curly-haired sister exclaimed:
“No wonder, so you’re a funeral director.”
I didn’t deny it, just nodded with a smile.
The curly-haired and red-haired sisters still looked surprised.
They kept sizing me up. Perhaps in their understanding,
Funeral directors were like my master, old men in their sixties or seventies.
Or at the very least, middle-aged men in their forties or fifties.
Seeing me, so young, appearing to be only eighteen or nineteen, truly surprised them.
After some pleasantries and thanks, they even asked for the parlor’s business card.
Then they turned and left.
After seeing the two sisters off, I told Mo Ting about what happened that morning.
Mo Ting was very excited, his youthful passion igniting, talking about justice, messengers, and avatars…
I ignored him and helped Mo Ting with his discharge procedures.
The two fruit baskets were for Mo Ting and me, one each.
Perhaps due to the pain medication, Mo Ting’s ribs didn't hurt as much.
His walking was basically unaffected.
He just had a brace on and couldn’t engage in strenuous activities.
Otherwise, there were no major issues.
After leaving the hospital, I first saw Mo Ting off.
Then, carrying the fruit baskets, I went back to the rental house.
Upon returning home, I took a shower. It was already noon.
I hadn’t rested well the night before and felt tired now.
Not wanting to eat lunch, I lay down and went to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already six in the evening.
My appointment with Master was at eight in the evening.
After eating three bananas, I put on my shoes, grabbed my gear, and went out again.
Tonight, I was going to deal with the more ferocious female ghost that Qing Dai mentioned, to resolve all the troubles.
It would also be an opportunity for me to broaden my horizons and witness my master’s abilities.
Although I hadn’t seen her, nor did I know how fierce the female ghost was.
However, with Master and Daoist Priest Tang present tonight, I figured nothing would go wrong.
At the same time, I hoped to snatch some ghost wealth to increase my lamp oil.
This, was my most important objective at the moment.
I ate a bowl of noodles downstairs.
After sending Mo Ting a message, I took a car directly to Nanshan Cemetery.
On the car, Mo Ting replied to my message.
He said he was already in the car and would probably arrive before me.
Last night, when we went together, we were both a bit anxious.
But today, as we went, we felt very relaxed.
It felt like we were going to watch a show or go on vacation.
There was no sense of danger or tension at all.
About half an hour later, I arrived at the entrance of Nanshan Cemetery.
The sky had also darkened.
The entire cemetery was shrouded in darkness, giving it a grim and eerie atmosphere.
It wasn’t my first time here.
So, compared to before, my mood was much calmer.
I didn’t even feel that the park was scary at all.
After getting out of the car, I saw Mo Ting standing under the cemetery archway, smoking.
Mo Ting waved at me when he saw me get out of the car;
“Brother Qin!”
“Old Mo, does your bone still hurt?”
I said with a smile.
Mo Ting also chuckled:
“A little, but it’s not a big problem.”
After speaking, he offered me a cigarette.
I smiled, accepted it, and took a couple of puffs.
Neither of our masters had arrived yet, so we could only wait at the entrance and chat.
About twenty minutes later.
Two ride-sharing cars arrived one after another.
Immediately after, two old men emerged from each car.
It was none other than my master and Mo Ting’s master.
My master was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, holding his pipe, and carrying a sword bag.
Mo Ting’s master, on the other hand, was quite flamboyant.
He wore a yellow Yin-Yang Taoist robe, a yellow crown, and carried a large wine gourd.
Strapped to his back was a giant peach wood sword, as wide as two palms, looking truly bizarre.
As soon as the two men got out of the car, they simultaneously looked at each other, then spat on the ground with clear disdain.
Finally, they walked towards Mo Ting and me…