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"I'm sorry..." The three short words conveyed the helplessness of Master Zhang, the elderly Grave Robber, a sincere apology from the depths of his soul. It couldn't be more genuine. Brother Zhou saw his master kneeling and hurriedly rushed to kneel before him, bowing three times.
In their hearts, corpses were always sacred. From the moment they received a living person, they bore a responsibility—a mission. Death was paramount; their profession was Corpse Chasing. To them, every corpse represented their work. Their sole goal was to deliver the body safely to its destination, and even if they were injured in the process, as long as the corpse remained intact, that was their motto and their professional ethics. But now, this corpse was in a terrible state. With so many parasites infesting it, it was akin to a doctor inadvertently killing a patient who had no serious ailments. Any person with a shred of conscience would find such a reality unacceptable. Moreover, there was the matter of the corpse being possessed by evil spirits—this was a grave disrespect to the deceased.
"Uncle, why did you do this?" Brother Zhou said bitterly. "My Master may have lived in poverty, but he has always been upright and meticulous in his work without ever making a mistake. Yet you have ruined my Master's decades-long reputation just to raise these spirits. How can he face the Deceased's Home?"
Xiao Rou's Father remained silent, offering no response to Brother Zhou. Instead, he addressed Master Zhang: "Master Zhang, I have respected you since childhood. It's just that this time I had no choice; someone offered a high price for these spirits, and I couldn't find any recently deceased bodies. Thus, I had to borrow these two from you. Rest assured, once I sell these spirits, I will give you thirty percent of the profit."
Xiao Rou's Father was determined to profit from this ill-gotten wealth; even at this point, he still mentioned money.
"Shut your mouth! How could the old Zhou family deal with someone like you?" Master Zhang said angrily. "You learned ghostly arts not to do good but to commit such heinous acts." Usually gentle and rarely angry, Master Zhang was truly furious this time. After speaking, he stood up and began chanting spells in an attempt to control the corpse inside the coffin. Unfortunately, it had already lost any controllable points; the joints of the corpse might have been completely eaten away by parasites.
After several attempts, Master Zhang shook his head and said, "Disciple, go back and get the cremation bed; we should cremate these two clients and send them off." Hearing his master's command, Brother Zhou stood up with a silly nod and turned to leave the room.
"Xiao Liu, go get that half bag of urea and half bag of lime from my motorcycle," Master Li said.
"I'll go get it," Master Xiao quickly replied. "This kind of heavy labor is something I'm good at."
"What are you planning to do?" Xiao Rou's Father finally lost his calm demeanor upon hearing Master Li's words and began to grow anxious.
"Are you deaf? Old Li said he wants to destroy these spirits; can't you hear or understand?" Master Pan mocked him with a tone identical to Master Xiao's when teasing others. Indeed, like master like disciple; Master Xiao's arrogance had been perfectly inherited by Master Pan and even amplified.
The master said nothing but took out several talismans from his Cloth Bag and methodically began collecting the four lingering souls lying on the ground into those talismans while reciting Soul Requiem for each one to heal the damage they had suffered.
Master Xiao had just finished collecting the souls when he walked in, carrying a nylon bag, and placed it in front of Master Li. They each opened their bags. Master Li stood in front of the coffin, pulling out a small golden ladle from the cloth bag he carried. As he added golden powder to the urea bag, he said, "Fortunately, this corpse insect hasn't started to grow yet; it's still in its early stages, which makes it easier to eliminate. If we had come any later, the corpse insects would have killed each other off, leaving behind a few powerful insect breeds that would be much harder to deal with."
At that moment, a phone rang. Looking toward the sound, I saw it was coming from Xiao Rou's father's clothes, which were not far from my feet at the entrance. The screen displayed two characters: Xiaorou.
I raised my hand and said, "Your precious daughter is calling you." After saying that, I pressed the answer button and then hit the speakerphone. Back then, phones weren't as advanced as they are now; there were no touch screens—just buttons. This had two advantages: longer standby time and louder volume.
"Dad, have you extracted the insects yet? Those masters offended my Master and went after him. They haven't returned for so long; you need to hurry. I'm afraid they might go looking for you at Tsuchiya." Xiaorou's voice sounded soft at that moment, but combined with her words, it felt incredibly pretentious.
I chuckled and said, "Xiaorou, I didn't expect it to really be you. Is dinner ready? Once we finish up with your dad, we'll head over to your place for a meal. Just wait patiently." After saying that, I raised my hand and smashed the phone onto the ground. It shattered into pieces, scattering fragments that knocked over several burning red candles by the wall.
At this moment, I understood many things. Since yesterday afternoon when the three of us came to investigate Tsuchiya, she had been plotting against me. After entering, she clearly noticed the lock but didn't touch it; instead, she stared blankly at a jar. Once I interacted with the lock, she must have known I was poisoned but didn't warn me; instead, she told me to wash my hands in a water tank containing Water Bugs, leading me to be poisoned. The jar brought out from Tsuchiya was likely intended for me to see as a distraction to cast suspicion on Master Pan while she took her time with her insects. Last night, Master Li cured my poison and left behind the Gu Poison Jar and a bell; he must have arranged this deliberately. Master Li certainly wasn't careless; it was likely his apprentice who intentionally forgot to take it away during cleanup, almost causing me to be poisoned again. This hidden malice beneath her delicate exterior was truly frightening.
After smashing the phone, I glared at Xiao Rou's father and said, "You must give me an explanation today." Who didn't know that he was the mastermind behind everything? He was the one who made me suffer from Insect of Sorcery yesterday. This man had a handsome appearance but an utterly filthy heart. Touching the still-healing wound on my left hand, I felt a surge of anger within me. I could hardly contain myself from rushing over to punch him. Just because I had a good temper didn't mean I lacked backbone; if someone stepped on my head, it didn't matter whether they were King Yan or Emperor Yu.
"Hmph! Ignorant junior! What right do you have to demand an explanation from me?" Xiao Rou's father looked fierce as if betraying me was his rightful act. Meanwhile, Master Xiao stood up abruptly from where he had been helping Master Li grind lime powder. He shouted, "What right? Today I'll show you what qualifications we juniors have!" After saying that, he quickly circled around the fallen coffin and lunged at Xiao Rou's father.
As Master Xiao stood up, I had already taken steps forward and charged alongside him.
Although the room was large, in an instant both Master Xiao and I reached Xiao Rou's father almost simultaneously. Like thugs in a brawl, we each lifted a foot and kicked at him.
With a loud bang, Xiao Rou's father staggered back from our kicks and crashed into the wall where four ghostly figures hung. He let out a loud shout as he quickly recited incantations; the four ghosts above opened their eyes wide with fierce expressions and dropped down from their ropes without hesitation, charging toward us. Knowing how ferociously those ghosts attacked, Master Xiao and I realized we couldn't withstand them; we could barely handle one ghost before—now there were four coming at us with no chance of victory.
As we began to retreat, our masters chanted spells while circling around the coffin to block our path. Master Pan swung his Peach Wood Sword swiftly; with two sharp sounds echoing through the air, two of the ghosts slowed down immediately. Following closely behind him, Master Li unleashed his Soul Fixation Talisman while bringing down his Great Seal forcefully onto one particularly fierce ghost that suddenly fell limp and convulsed on the ground. As Master Pan continued to wield his Peach Wood Sword rapidly, he remarked, "Old Xu! These two brats are coordinating terribly; they need proper training when we get back!"
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