Just, the old master described by Zhang Gui is too strong.
Additionally, the ghost niche of the head... should be at the same level as Wu Yong, the leader of Huangsi, and Han Xizizi, the leader of supervising the Daoist Temple?
But my intuition tells me that the leader is far from being a match for the other two.
Just because the three forces have formed a triangular relationship, the leader's position has been inadvertently elevated.
I truly wish to take the Ninth Elder away from the leader of the Ghost Niche, but relying on my own strength, it's a hundred percent impossible.
This matter requires careful consideration and to be discussed in the long term.
Unknowingly, the night had grown deep.
I got up and went to my room, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, after a simple wash, I checked my weapons again and left the Jiaying household.
My intention was to contact Yang Manager at the entrance of the neighborhood, but I didn't expect the elevator to open on the first floor and see a person standing at the door waiting for me.
The slightly puffed cheeks, as if hiding something inside.
Her cheeks are very thin, and the flesh on both sides hangs down, her eyelids are also half closed.
The festive red cloth clothing and red cloth shoes on her seem especially eerie.
"Granny Book," I nodded slightly, my tone showing a hint of respectfulness.
I used to interact with Granny Book by the side of Huāying, and at that time, Granny Book was unable to help me deal with Sun Daihai's eagle cicada.
And then I had a falling out with Huangsi, during the fighting Granny Book gave me a few crucial attacks, almost making me lose my mobility.
Her strength is profound, but the reason that makes me show respect is not just this; it's also because the leader and she use similar techniques, indicating that they must have some sort of relationship.
"Mm," Granny Book raised her eyelids slightly and said, "Nongzi asked me to wait for you, and I have to keep an eye on you during this trip, so that the old fox doesn't mess with you."
My heart stirred slightly.
Old fox enchantress?
Granny Book's description of Shiyu is quite fitting.
However, will Shiyu attack me in Qijiang Village?
If so, the Shiyu family will not only have no credit, but also have a nature that is very bad.
My heart sinks a bit.
She didn't give me a chance to speak.
Granny Book said in a calm tone, "Walk," and turned around to walk outside the community.
I followed closely behind.
An MPV was parked by the side of the community road, and the leader's rotund figure was standing there, squinting and smiling, looking like a clay figurine of Ma Li Fa.
The car was open, and there were a few more people sitting inside, but there was no sign of Yang Manager.
I recognized one of them; he was short and thin, with a thunderous mouth and somewhat similar to Ma Hu.
It was indeed Jiang Yang's zombie-carrying family's manager, Ma Lou.
The last time, Ma Lou not only confronts me, but also wants to become the leader.
It was because I used paper figures to make a paper effigy of the leader and absorbed a strand of soul, half-real and half-false, scaring Ma Lou away.
I didn't expect that the leader would use him on this trip.
Apart from Ma Lou, the rest of the people, I am somewhat familiar with.
I vaguely recalled that back at the first floor of Huangsi, many eyes were full of eagerness, and they mostly matched the people in the car.
My heart gradually began to speculate that the leader wasn't just helping me; he was also using this opportunity to eliminate the enemies.
As we drew closer, the leader greeted me with a smile and a nod.
I gave a slight bow as a gesture of respect.
Then, the leader looked into the car and introduced: "The Zombie Carrying Family, Vice Lord Ma Lou. He Jia, in charge of affairs. Andong, in charge of the Ghost Niche."
The ghost witch's appearance was striking, wearing cloth shoes, white fabric wrapped around her calves, colorful clothes, and a mourning stick hung from her waist.
However, the affairs ghost witch He Aimiang is different; she has at least five mourning sticks on her waist.
His cheeks are round and square, and he has a small mustache on his chin.
His age is not too large, at most forty or fifty, at the prime of his life.
The undertaker Tang Ding had an extremely pale face, looking like a corpse, with very small eyes that almost showed three sides of the whites.
I rarely see people with such eyes...
It looks as if the eyes are deeply malevolent and difficult to provoke at a glance.
There are two left, and the leader hasn't introduced them. They must be minor characters who aren't worth mentioning.
"You can point out the gate of the zombie-carrying family, and have the thunderous and decisive action of the Ghost Witch, as they say Lu Xian Shen you are proficient in the nine branches of funerary arts. Do you know the sewn-up corpse technique? From what you know, are you an expert or just a little knowledgeable?" Tang Ding slowly spoke.
" Taught by the school, a little more than understanding but less than proficiency." I answered in a flat tone, neither humble nor arrogant.
Tang Ding nodded thoughtfully.
Granny Book just got into the car, speaking in an old tone: "Nongzi, get on the car, let Lu Xian Shen go to the front."
The leader squeezed into the back seat, and I went to the passenger seat.
The car directly set off.
From the rearview mirror, I could see that another car was following behind.
I had a vague guess about the people in the following car.
As for Tang Ding, the sewn-up corpse, he didn't ask me anything else.
However, I can feel his hidden hostility.
Old Qin head taught me these nine-level arts through oral and written transmission.
He has told me a lot of things, like the craftsmanship of the coffin maker, which is basically passed down from generation to generation, so Lao Tie, who makes coffins, doesn't like me very much because he knows I'm stealing.
Such as the fourth-tier gong, the ghost witch, the zombie-carrying art, and even things like plucking dead bodies, paper burning, shaving heads, carrying coffins and so on…… are not passed down through families but are open to recruiting disciples.
I need to try my best to control myself and not show off my techniques in front of families with unique heritage. However, if it's unavoidable and I have to show them, then it doesn't matter.
Because the nine-level arts I inherited are more pure.
Old Qin head disdained the down nine streams of Jinyang.
As for how he obtained these nine-level arts, he was evasive and reluctant to talk to me in detail.
Close your eyes, and unconsciously hold a razor in your fingers, playing with it back and forth.
The leader wants to clean up the family, probably using someone else's knife.
Ma Lou has always wanted to kill me, he is a potential threat.
If I want to stay in Huangsi for a long time, I must establish my authority.
Probably, the leader has also calculated these, that's why he brought these people?
In the midst of my thoughts, time passed quickly.
Unknowingly, we arrived at the factory outside the direction of Qijia Village.
It was the peak time for work, young men and women were talking and laughing.
Middle-aged, even middle-aged and elderly workers were listless and dejected.
Passing by the factory, a few minutes later, we arrived at Qijia Village.
The sun was already shining brightly, but the entrance of Qijia Village still exuded a cold and gloomy atmosphere.
The village road behind the archway was empty, quiet to the point of being eerie.
After the car stopped, people poured out one by one.
The leader walked to the front of the archway, patted his belly, and smilingly scanned the Qijia Village sign.
As for the others, they looked around curiously.
As I got off the last car, I didn't see anyone from the supervision site.
