Zhao Tian was eventually taken away by Hei Ge. When Hei Ge pulled him into the car, he kept trying to persuade him not to cry. Anyway, he didn't have anyone in his family, and it was lonely being single at home. It was better to go with him and be friends with the dogs.

Although Hei Ge's dogs would bite him, they definitely wouldn't bite him to death. Hei Ge would also take good care of him, giving him food when he was hungry, water when he was thirsty, and medicine when he was sick. The only restriction was that he couldn't leave the village.

Although Hei Ge was always gentle and persuasive, Zhao Tian was still extremely sad and kept crying. Seeing his pitiful back as Hei Ge stuffed him into the car, he looked as aggrieved as a young wife. If he wasn't so burly and strong, one would have thought Hei Ge was going to kidnap him for some nefarious purpose.

After Hei Ge's car drove away, I also drove back to the shop. Hindsight is always 20/20. Just take care of the dogs and atone for your sins.

I sat behind the counter and casually opened the drawer, and saw the *Corpse Sutra*. The content of the *Corpse Sutra* did help me, but…

I looked at the street and, seeing that there was no one around, closed the shop door and went to the basement with a coat.

In the basement, there was a huge ice block that never melted. Inside the ice block was a vague human figure. Although I could see the vague meridians on the figure with the help of the *Corpse Sutra*, most of it was still blurry. I still couldn't understand the secret in this ice block.

I stood beside the ice block for a long time until I was shivering from the cold, and then I reluctantly went back upstairs.

Sitting behind the counter, I sneezed several times in a row. I pulled out a tissue to wipe my nose and actually smelled a fragrance.

How come people can't smell anything when they have a cold, but I can smell a fragrance when I'm freezing?

This fragrance seemed to be a floral fragrance. Where did it come from?

I stood up and walked around the room, and found that the floral fragrance was floating down from upstairs. When I went upstairs, good heavens, my second floor was almost flooded with flowers! Countless gorgeous and dazzling flowers that I had never seen before exuded a bewitching fragrance. I almost passed out on the stairs.

Fortunately, I was still somewhat composed. I shook my head and looked into the depths of the sea of flowers. I could vaguely see a pair of slender jade legs moving in the sea of flowers, and occasionally a glimpse of a delicate and smooth back.

I don't have any flower fairies in my house. Where did this woman come from?

I rubbed my eyes and looked more carefully, and finally saw a few fiery red tails in the ocean of flowers. I wondered who it was, and it turned out that it was Eighth Mistress out for a stroll.

I tugged at my clothes and straightened my hair: "Congratulations, Eighth Mistress, you can now transform into a human form."

The woman turned her head slightly, but she was in the sea of flowers, so I couldn't see her face at all. She spoke in a dismissive tone: "These legs are okay, they can help me repair a lot of scars, but this face is a bit poor, only has two points of effect. Wan Qian, it seems that you have to work hard and find me more tonics."

I quickly waved my hand: "No, this kind of thing is hard to come by. Don't turn me into a heretical cultivator just to restore your appearance, then your sin would be too great."

"Then why did you come up here?" Eighth Mistress's tone immediately turned cold. With a wave of her hand, a flower sword struck me.

Last time, because someone hadn't paid their debt, I had been patiently persuading her. Now that I didn't owe her anything, I wasn't going to put up with her bad habits. I raised my hand and blocked her flower sword.

"Eighth Mistress, please have some self-respect. I will naturally give you what I should, but if you are not satisfied and become entangled in karma, don't blame me for not reminding you," I said sternly.

"Don't you want me to restore my appearance? Wan Qian, my beauty is no less than Daji's. Don't you want to try it?" Seeing that being tough wasn't working, Eighth Mistress actually planned to use her charm on me.

I have to say, Eighth Mistress is very skilled at bewitching people. Although she is not in complete form and doesn't even have a face, she is still enchantingly maddening.

I'm a man too, and I can't resist it for long. I left a sentence saying that I'm not King Zhou and quickly ran downstairs.

Let her toss around upstairs by herself. When she's done, she'll go back to the spirit tablet.

I sat back behind the counter and drank several glasses of water to calm down. It seems that I have to think of a way to control this Eighth Mistress. If she comes here like this every day, I might really be led astray one day.

If people take the initiative to come to my funeral shop, I can indeed not ask about right or wrong and let them trade with evil spirits directly. I won't be tainted with karma because of this. However, if I specifically look for beautiful women with my abacus, asking them if they have any troubles and whether they want to sacrifice a bit of their beauty to ask a fox spirit for help, that's a different matter.

I, Wan Qian, am not a gentleman, but I will never be a heretical cultivator. Bai Tingting lost her legs and appearance, that was her own fault, and it has nothing to do with me. I will never seduce other women for Eighth Mistress.

The Mad Daoist dared to let me be the manager of this funeral shop because I am not someone who can be easily seduced, because I can control these evil spirits and will not be led astray by them.

I adjusted my mood and hung up the "Open" sign and continued my day as a small boss. When there were no customers, I leaned back in my recliner and read a book.

First, I took a book about mental cultivation, but after reading it for a long time, my mind couldn't calm down. It was useless to read it, so I simply found a novel, one with a bit of spice. I had to find something to distract myself, otherwise all I could see was the image of Eighth Mistress.

Eighth Mistress is indeed Eighth Mistress. She is worthy of having Daji's bloodline. Even without showing her face, just wandering around in the flowers, vaguely visible, was enough to make people restless. It's only me, Wan Qian. If it were someone else here, who knows what they would do.

I swayed in my rocking chair, carefully reading the brightly colored novel. As I read, I actually got hooked. Why didn't I realize that this kind of book was so interesting before?

I read dozens of chapters in one breath. I had just stood up to stretch my body when I saw a dense crowd of people gathered outside the door. Some were old neighbors from Funeral Street, and some were unfamiliar faces, but without exception, they had all cultivated. You could tell they had some Daoist practice.

Now, these people all had schadenfreude expressions on their faces, and they were pointing at my shop, completely acting as if I didn't exist.

Hey, aren't you guys being a little impolite? Although my shop is a bit small, my skills are still among the best on this street, right? With you all wearing these gloating looks, you're not planning to ask me for help if you run into trouble in the future, are you?

I slammed the spicy novel down and went out the door.

"Make way, make way, what's going on here?" I shouted in annoyance, waving my hand at them like I was swatting flies.

Old Zhao from the paper offering shop saw that I was angry and quickly smiled and grabbed me, saying, "Qian'er, we're sorry for laughing, but look at your storefront. Can you blame us?"

Huh?

I walked out the door and looked up. Oh, man, I almost coughed up blood in anger.