You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Lao Yu quickly adjusted his mindset.

"Now that's great, you've been here for so long without any problems, it seems the eighth floor is really safe, haha, I don't have to worry about not being able to stop people from coming up anymore!"

He flew around them happily for a while, and then floated away.

"See? They've been fine for so long!"

"The problem on the eighth floor is completely solved. We don't have to be afraid anymore."

Xia Liwei and Gong Zi exchanged a glance, and the latter stood up: "Are you going to be reincarnated?"

The hundred or so spirits soon started chattering again.

In the teahouse.

Just as Su Chen was changing Xiao Ayun's diaper, someone arrived.

A van pulled up and seven people got out, looking travel-worn.

Three elderly people in their sixties or seventies, and four middle-aged men.

After they unloaded a wooden box covered with yellow talismans from the car, Chu Zhifeng and his companions could no longer drink their tea.

The group exchanged glances and then crowded around the window.

Su Chen paused for a moment, then quickly changed the baby's diaper. He turned and placed the baby on the table inside. Seeing Ge Ping'an take the baby and hold him, he turned around and gestured for them to put the box on the table.

An elderly man pointed out with some difficulty, "This box... isn't very clean."

Su Chen nodded: "Yes, the corpse has grown hair, right?"

The group exchanged glances, and one of the middle-aged men hurriedly asked Su Chen, "Master Su... is that you?"

Through the window, Chu Zhifeng's eyes widened.

A corpse with hair? Isn't that a zombie?

"Aren't they incredibly audacious?"

They actually dared to ride in the same car as zombies; it looks like the journey is quite long.

"Shh, shh~" Old Song gestured for him to be quiet.

Chu Zhifeng nodded repeatedly, craning his neck to examine the wooden box closely.

Seemingly finding the yellow talisman hard to see, he ran out again to get a closer look.

Seeing this, Lao Song and Ge Ping'an shook their heads helplessly.

Su Chen nodded slightly to the middle-aged man and then smiled at the old man.

"It's alright, bring it up."

Several middle-aged men quickly carried the boxes upstairs.

Seeing that Su Chen was about to remove the yellow talisman, one of them hurriedly warned, "Be careful, he is very strong and fierce."

"Alright." Su Chen reassured them, then asked while removing the yellow talisman, "Since your master was able to catch it, why didn't you deal with it while you were at it, instead of sending it to me?"

His gaze fell on the faces of the elderly men, and Su Chen asked, "Do you want to preserve their bodies?"

The elderly men chuckled dryly and nodded repeatedly.

The middle-aged man in the lead explained, "We originally repaired the tomb to make our ancestors more comfortable, but who would have thought that when we opened it we would find... Luckily, the master was still there at the time and subdued it, but he said we should burn our ancestors with gasoline, then... our ancestors probably hate us descendants to death, how could they still protect us?"

Chu Zhifeng nodded slowly.

"These talismans of yours... must have cost a lot of money, right?"

The middle-aged man hummed in agreement: "But we've already spent the money on repairing the grave, how can we skimp on this? If a few of us chip in, we can manage to scrape together the money."

As he spoke, he looked at Su Chen: "Master Xu said that you, Master Su, are very capable in Shanghai and might have a solution, so we set off overnight to come here. Master Su, what do you think of this..."

Su Chen's hand was now on the last talisman.

Upon seeing this, those people quickly took five or six steps back.

Chu Zhifeng was also affected by them, and subconsciously hid towards the door. Only after he poked his head out did he belatedly realize: "Wait a minute, Master Su is here, what are we afraid of?"

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly returned to Su Chen's side.

But when Su Chen lifted the lid of the wooden box, Chu Zhifeng regretted it.

Disgusting!

It was dark with sparse white hairs.

The most pungent odor is the overwhelming smell, that stench...

My stomach started churning instantly.

Su Chen glanced at him and patted his stomach.

"Let's go inside."

Chu Zhifeng nodded repeatedly and ran inside as if fleeing.

After sitting down, he patted his chest, still feeling a bit shaken.

Ge Pingan asked, "Is that zombie scary?"

"It's more than just scary. I feel like I'm going to throw up all the tea I drank and the jerky I ate before."

Chu Zhifeng realized he had raised his voice and quickly lowered it: "Their ancestors have been dead for who knows how many years, they don't even look like human beings!"

Ge Pingan nodded: "Normal."

Old Song: "Who told you to go and join the fun? Now you're feeling bad, aren't you? Serves you right!"

Chu Zhifeng: “…”

Su Chen glanced indifferently at the corpse in the wooden box.

This corpse is at least a hundred years old. It was only half-decomposed before it slowly began to stiffen. Judging from the sparse white hair, it doesn't seem too ferocious.

At this moment, his hands and feet were bound, and he could not move.

His head moved little by little, making hoarse sounds.

Upon hearing this sound, the elderly and middle-aged men couldn't help but take a few steps back, their faces filled with fear.

Su Chen raised his hand, his power completely enveloping the corpse, then slowly drawing away the malevolent energy from its body, before flicking his finger.

The hoarse sounds gradually subsided, and finally the corpse stopped moving. Only then did the seven people cautiously approach.

"Master Su, is it ready?"

Su Chen nodded: "The souls trapped inside the corpses are not those of your ancestors."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly: "Master Xu said before that if it really was our ancestor, our family wouldn't be living such a good life. That's why we don't want to burn it directly with fire, because that would mean our soul would be scattered to the winds."

"Just so you know, the soul trapped inside has left, the white fur has fallen off, and the body can probably be preserved for about a month. Take it back and try to bury it within a month."

Upon hearing this, the group quickly went over and looked into the wooden box, and sure enough, it was there.

"Master Su, is that all? What about these talismans...?"

“It’s still usable. You can take it back and return it to Master Xu.”

"Oh, so we'll just close the box like this? Should we wrap it with a cloth? We brought red cloth."

Su Chen: "...whatever you want."

"Well, well..." The middle-aged man was about to say something when he scratched his head, exchanged glances with the elderly men, and hesitated.

Seeing this, Su Chen sighed helplessly.

It's not that they don't believe in themselves, they're probably just really afraid of zombies.

"Never mind, where do you live? I'll take you home and bury him while I'm at it."

"Really?" The middle-aged man was pleasantly surprised, then a little guilty. "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

Old Song rolled his eyes: "Master Su told you to say where you live, so just say it. Don't be long-winded."

"And don't forget to give me a red envelope!"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and hurriedly told Su Chen his address.

Su Chen glanced at the van: "Are you coming along too?"

As he spoke, he slightly raised his hand, and the wooden box lid closed, hovering beside him.

A group of people were stunned.

Su Chen walked to the van and reminded them, "Come over here, all of you, follow me from behind."

Once everyone had arrived, the Ghost Path was opened.

Four times in a row, Su Chen would leave the van in town before taking them to the new cemetery to retrieve the coffin.

The cement in the cemetery wasn't completely dry yet, and it was covered with dry straw.

Before they could calm down, Su Chen raised his hand, opened the wooden box, and the corpse slowly floated up, its limbs gradually stretching out and lying flat in the coffin. The coffin lid was closed, and Su Chen put it inside, sealing the tomb door.

"What are you waiting for? Seal it with cement."

The group then came to their senses and began searching for cement.

Seeing them wandering around like headless flies, Su Chen sighed again and simply pulled the cement in front of them.

It was ten minutes later when I returned to the teahouse.

Su Chen teased Xiao Ayun for a bit before releasing the soul he had hooked from the corpse.