I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 2381 The mysterious old man

“Someone will handle it,” Mo Li said calmly, without even lifting her eyelids. “We don’t need to worry about the rest; we’re not good at it.”

She turned the steering wheel and rounded a bend, the tires splashing through the water, creating a fine spray.

Just then, several cars drove by from the opposite direction, their blinding high beams making Liu Jun squint. As the lights passed, he could see that the faded words "So-and-so Pig Farm" were still printed on the cars, the red paint standing out starkly in the night.

"Hmm?" Liu Jun suddenly pressed his temples, a scene flashing through his mind: a group of people wearing the same "So-and-so Pig Farm" uniforms, busy with something under the moonlight in the dark night.

But the image was blurry, as if through a layer of mist; he couldn't see it or remember any more details.

The car remained quiet for a long time, with only the faint sound of tires rolling over the ground.

"Um, who did you learn your formation techniques from?" Mo Li broke the silence and couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with undisguised curiosity.

She recalled the contract ceremony last night, when the formation was about to collapse, Liu Jun's smooth and flowing formation-setting technique—every movement was so precise as if it had been calculated a thousand times, yet it carried a natural rhythm.

"I don't know either," Liu Jun shook his head with a wry smile, "At the time, it seemed like all my actions were instinctive."

His voice gradually lowered, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Before I lost my memory, I must have been a very powerful array master." Even Liu Jun himself was a little unsure when he said this.

Mo Li recalled the scene in the center of the formation, where Liu Jun and the little white fox were surrounded by spiritual light—his movements were so fast they were almost invisible, yet every hand seal landed precisely on a node of the formation, just like...
"Your movements were as natural as breathing," she murmured involuntarily.

"Yes, that's the feeling." Liu Jun's voice was somewhat dazed. "Back then, I did whatever came to mind without thinking at all. But if I were to set up such a formation now, I probably wouldn't even be able to draw the most basic array."

"Amnesia?" Mo Li's eyes widened in surprise, glancing at Liu Jun.

Liu Jun nodded and remained silent. There was no point in hiding his amnesia; he had come to work at this funeral supplies store to try and regain his memories.

Silence fell again in the carriage. Mo Li recalled the enigmatic expression on her master's face when he told her about taking on a last disciple, and now she finally understood.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out an exquisite brocade pouch from her sleeve.

"This is the fragrance of a calming and tranquilizing medicine," she said, handing the brocade pouch to Liu Jun. "Perhaps it will help with memory recovery."

The moment Liu Jun took the brocade pouch, their fingertips inadvertently touched. Mo Li abruptly withdrew her hand, a blush flashing across her face.

"Thank you," Liu Jun said sincerely.

As he untied the brocade pouch, a refreshing fragrance immediately filled the air, instantly easing his tense nerves.

On the way back, the car drove smoothly and soon arrived at the residential area where Wang Qiang lived.

Mo Li slowly brought the car to a stop, turned to Liu Jun sitting in the passenger seat and said, "Liu Jun, I'll just drop you off at your apartment complex. Don't forget to go to work tonight, or your pay will be docked."

Liu Jun rubbed his tired eyes and forced himself to reply, "Don't worry, I remember."

He knew in his heart that whether he went to work or not, whether he got paid or not, was not important; what mattered was regaining his memories.

Mo Li nodded, her gaze lingering on Liu Jun for a moment. After confirming that he was in good condition, she restarted the car and drove into the residential area.

The car stopped in front of a residential building. Liu Jun opened the car door, said a brief goodbye to Mo Li, and then walked into the building with somewhat heavy steps.

When I got home, the house was quiet; Wang Qiang was indeed not home.

Liu Jun didn't care about this, after all, everyone has their own pace of life and schedule.

He went straight into his room, collapsed onto the bed, and his body instantly sank into the soft bedding.

His body is now no different from that of an ordinary person; he gets sleepy even after staying up all night.

While in the car, he kept feeling sleepy, and he almost fell asleep several times, only managing to stay awake thanks to sheer willpower.

Now that I'm back home, my tense nerves can finally relax, and the feeling of fatigue comes quickly.

He slept exceptionally soundly. When Liu Jun opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside. He groggily reached for his phone to check the time. The moment the screen lit up, he instantly snapped awake—good heavens, there was only half an hour left before work!

Liu Jun sat bolt upright in bed, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Thankfully, the funeral supply store wasn't far; if he acted quickly, he should still have time.

After a quick wash, Liu Jun splashed cold water on his face to fully wake himself up. Then, he hurriedly changed his clothes, grabbed his keys, and ran out the door.

Along the way, Liu Jun hurried along, constantly praying that he wouldn't be late. When he arrived at the funeral supplies store, panting, he found Mo Li already standing at the door.

She was dressed in a simple black suit, looking capable and composed. Seeing Liu Jun arrive, she frowned slightly but said nothing.

Liu Jun smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I overslept."

Mo Li glanced at him, shook her head slightly, and said, "Just be more careful next time, don't delay the opening of the shop." After saying that, she turned around and walked into the shop.

Liu Jun quickly followed him inside. As soon as he entered the stairwell, he saw the familiar big black dog still lying in a corner. When the big black dog saw Liu Jun enter, it slightly raised its head, glanced at him with its deep eyes, and then lowered its head again to continue resting with its eyes closed.

Unlike yesterday, there was another white figure in the shop. Liu Jun looked closely and saw that it was the little white fox he had placed on the car seat when he got out of the car.

He originally planned to take the little white fox home, but it's a Class II protected animal in China, and he would be in big trouble if someone reported him.

At this moment, the little white fox was quietly squatting in a corner of the shop, curled up in a ball, fast asleep, and even snoring softly.

"So cute." Looking at the sleeping little white fox, Liu Jun couldn't help but sigh softly.

This little white fox was pure white, without a single blemish. It had pointed ears, closed eyes, long eyelashes that trembled slightly, and a pink little nose that twitched.

Liu Jun felt that eight out of ten women would fall for such an adorable creature, and even he, a man, found it quite endearing.

Seemingly sensing someone had entered, the little white fox instantly opened its eyes, its once clear and innocent eyes now filled with vigilance.

Upon seeing that it was Liu Jun, its fur stood on end, like a fluffy white ball of fur. Its previously curled-up body suddenly stood up, and its front paws were slightly raised, assuming an attack posture.

"Hey you, why did you take so long to get here? Are you trying to starve me to death?" the little white fox called out again in her thick Northeastern accent, her voice carrying a hint of complaint and grievance.

"That guy???"

Liu Jun's cheek twitched, and he thought to himself: Damn it, he must have been half asleep to think this brat was cute. This isn't some cute little thing at all; he's clearly a grumpy brat.

However, looking at its puffed-up appearance, Liu Jun found it somewhat amusing.

"Isn't there anything to eat in this shop?" Liu Jun asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

He looked around. The shop was filled with all kinds of paper figures and paper money, as well as two coffins. It was gloomy and didn't look like a place with normal food.

"Food? Besides paper figures, there's paper money and coffins. Which of those can I eat?" The little white fox got angrier and angrier, circling around Liu Jun a few times, its tail wagging incessantly to express its dissatisfaction.

"There was only one living creature, and it was a big black dog. I couldn't beat it. Besides, I didn't want to eat a big black dog. The main thing was, I was starving, so I wanted to ask it if it had any food. But that thing didn't even open its eyes and shoved me to the ground with one paw. It took it ages to crawl out. I'm so angry!"

As the little white fox spoke, it gestured with its paws, as if reliving the scene of being bullied by the big black dog.

The little guy's eyes were still glistening with tears; he seemed genuinely aggrieved and angry.

Listening to the little white fox's story, Liu Jun felt a pang of pity. He knelt down, patted the fox's head, and said, "Don't be angry. I brought some food."

Upon hearing this, the little white fox immediately stopped complaining, a glimmer of expectation flashing in its eyes, but it quickly regained its composure and said, "Hmph, at least you have some conscience. But you'd better hurry, I'm starving."

Liu Jun smiled and nodded, then took out a bag of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) from behind him.

Although it wasn't a delicacy, it was enough for the little white fox who had been hungry all day.

The little white fox saw the steamed buns and immediately pounced on them, wolfing them down. As it ate, it mumbled, "Hmm, you've got some skill. I'll forgive you this time."

The room was quiet, with only the occasional soft chewing sound.

Just then, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in, and the little white fox, who had been focused on eating a steamed bun, suddenly raised its head, its eyes widening instantly, its ears standing up, looking outside with a wary expression.

Its claws gripped the remaining steamed buns tightly, its body retreated slightly, and it made a low growling sound in its throat, as if warning something.

"Ding-a-ling—" The bell on the door rang again. The crisp sound, which seemed particularly abrupt at this moment, instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense.

Liu Jun and Mo Li both turned to look at the doorway, their eyes filled with confusion.

It's only eight or nine o'clock at night, the streetlights are still on, and there are still quite a few pedestrians outside. Even if some ghosts or something come knocking, they should only come in the latter half of the night when the yang energy is weakest. How come they've come in the first half of the night?

Mo Li didn't speak, but stared intently at the doorway, a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a gray robe and holding a folding fan walked in with a smile.

He wore a kind smile, like an ordinary old man visiting. However, his appearance made the atmosphere in the house increasingly strange.

Liu Jun didn't react much. He mainly thought the old man was just a kind-looking old man because he saw a shadow, and didn't think anything of it.

"Grandpa, is there something you need so late?" Liu Jun asked with a smile as he took two steps forward.

Mo Li grabbed Liu Jun, her brows furrowed, and looked the old man up and down.

Because the old man exuded a strange aura, a mixture of human energy, yin energy, and corpse energy.

Normally, this is absolutely impossible. A person is a person, a ghost is a ghost, and a corpse has its own unique aura; it is impossible for all three to coexist in one person.

She secretly gripped the magical artifact at her waist, ready to deal with any potential dangers.