the people who came to demand an explanation have arrived. I'll stay here to deal with them, and leave the ghostly business to you."Several people in Taoist robes ran up from afar, shouting even befo...Every yin-yang circle has a general range of activity.

Because some matters are urgent, and even with a developed network of contacts, it's rare for someone to be able to solve problems through the internet.

The first is fate, the second is trust, and even time and money are factors.

As Uncle Mo said, asking people within the circle to handle things is a common practice. It mostly involves acquaintances introducing each other and then offering a certain amount of compensation for their trouble. After all, these unclear and unspoken matters require discretion on one hand, and some degree of danger on the other.

After the catastrophe and turmoil our nation endured, we now live in peaceful times. There aren't as many dangerous things happening, so many Taoist priests only focus on the positive and ignore the negative.

Firstly, it's because one's own abilities are insufficient, many secret methods were cut off. Secondly, it's about cultivating Yang without loss, minimal risk, to put it bluntly, it's quick to make money.

Monks also need to live, and often you see online some masters or private advisors for wealthy individuals... Basically they are mostly Feng Shui masters, very few, extremely few Daoists who have achieved cultivation leave their names behind.

I want to find a reliable and trustworthy Taoist master who can perform divination, but it's so difficult.

So Mo Shu's own psychological price was set at two million, which for an ordinary person might be the savings from years of frugality.

We took the commission from a wealthy family; a few million dollars is nothing to them, just a drop in the bucket.

But we won't want the savings of ordinary people's families.

We are now accepting commissions, no pay required.

My brother is also a weirdo. When bargaining, he never opens his mouth first. He gives hints to see what Uncle Mo's psychological price is. Then he only needs two thousand yuan for gas money, and he seems pretty satisfied

"Do you need these two thousand yuan for spending money, Little Young Master Could it be that Yan Qin is afraid you'll spend extravagantly and keep a tight grip on your wallet" I asked with a smile.

My brother whistled a little tune and said with a sly smile, “I’m the most honest husband in the world. If I were to go to a hotel room with some mistress or something, before even taking off my pants, Yanqin and mother-in-law would know. Do you believe me”

"Pfft... Who told you to marry a noble!"

"Still out spending money and having a good time Even if I just have a flat tire and stop on the side of the road to find a repair shop, people will check my records to see if I'm laundering money."

"Haha." I laughed without hesitation.

Although my brother said it that way, the smile in his eyes was quite warm.

When he carried Yan Qin back home, he probably already had a plan for the "inhumane treatment" he would receive afterwards.

But he was still doing well. Recently, his influential father-in-law had arranged for him to go abroad to retrieve a batch of lost cultural relics.

It seems he gets along well with his father-in-law.

"Little Qiao, you said...that what Demon Realm Sovereign, called Beitian Black Emperor"

"Well, I remember the Dao Jing saying that there was the Black Emperor of the North and the Demon Emperor of the North... they've always held the North in high regard, so I imagine his position in the Demon Realm must be very high."

"...Why would they open a passage to the human world—or rather, why would he come to the human world" My brother asked a very core question.

I also wonder about this. One reason could be that the Corpse Demons felt threatened by the boundary breach and believed they were confined to the Demon Realm, unable to freely cross over. This posed a safety hazard; another reason, as mentioned by Chong Mo, is... some other reasons.

I feel that these “other reasons” are the most important.

My brother was driving, grunted a few times, and said: "It's precisely because these immortals, demons, gods, and ghosts are too complicated that people like the Si Tu family dare to be so bold and exploit loopholes..."

Outside was pitch black, we had long since gotten used to driving and walking at night, even our work was done at night.

So my brother, with a minty breath mint to keep him alert, drove calmly toward his destination.

On the highway, we encountered an oncoming car that flashed its headlights from afar. My brother returned the gesture, and when the two cars passed each other, they even rolled down their windows to wave hello.

It was gone in a flash, I couldn't even see its face, let alone greet it.

My brother frowned and said, “The road ahead probably isn’t safe… People in the industry will kindly remind each other when they pass by. If ordinary people saw this, they would probably curse, saying something like ‘Damn you for using your high beams!’ or ‘You’re being irrationally vengeful with your high beams!’ I just responded according to the rules, and the other driver knew we were both in the same line of work. They rolled down their window and we exchanged greetings.”

Well, I rarely drive and have hardly ever driven long distances. I didn't know there was so much communication among peers now.

It seems you really do learn a lot by traveling the world.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the navigation system chimed in: "There are frequent accidents ahead, please drive cautiously..."

Such reminders are estimated to have been heard by many people. Indeed, due to geological reasons, some road sections may be more prone to accidents.

Some others are due to worker fatalities or accidents during construction, leaving them...

"I...damn..." My brother suddenly slowed down the car.

A vague human figure could be seen by the roadside, walking along the highway guardrail.

It was a ghost, its lower half hidden in the darkness. I clutched the talisman paper, ready to exorcise it at any moment, but strangely, it seemed indifferent to the living passing by.

Just kept blundering forward slowly.

Our speed far exceeded his, and we quickly overtook the ghost. I peered out the window, and saw the ghost with its head hung low, its face hidden from view.

"If someone parked and put out their water on Safety Island, wouldn't they run into this ghost" My brother shivered.

As soon as the words left his mouth, we saw another ghostly figure at the tunnel entrance.

Is this road haunted!

My brother and I looked at each other, the navigation system had silently gone out.

"Could the fellow traveler we just saw have been seeing ghosts and flashing their lights at us" I asked.

My brother said in a contemplative tone, "Let's not worry about it too much. If there's an accident on the highway, we might be out of luck. Let's talk about it after we get off the highway!"

At the toll booth, we saw a shadowy figure standing at the front of the island from afar, bowing his head and looking for something.

"What's... what the heck is going on here..." My brother was a bit freaked out.

A woman sat at the toll booth. This was a small side road, and she sat there alone, her uniform coat covering her outer garments.

When my brother handed him the money, he casually asked, “Are you wearing so much”

The woman was startled, thinking my brother was going to flirt with her. She glanced at our car and saw me, then felt a little more at ease. As she rummaged for money, she said, "It gets cold here at night."

Can you make it less cold, please There's a ghost in front of the charging window's isolation island. It doesn't know if it's looking for its head or its arms...

"As a girl, working the night shift must be scary. Wear more clothes to keep warm," my brother reminded me.

The woman gave a cold shiver, while she got in the car and quickly told my brother: "I'm scared, there was a big truck that rammed into our car before, killing one of our colleagues. I get scared every time I work the night shift..."

My brother took out a yellow talisman from his pillow and handed it to the woman, saying: "Beauty, take this—" up my flashlight and looked around. The walls were covered in all sorts of dilapidated props, eerie and unsettling. Iron chains hung silently, seemingly once used to suspend something.My brother whis...