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Chapter 480: Transaction, Corpse Driving, Rules
Rent the entire inn.

The backyard was eerily quiet at this moment.

There were even a number of Bagua banners hung on the beams around the house.

In the corner of the eaves, there is an altar filled with various props.

Plus two rows of strange "people" wearing black hoods and not saying a word.

After the butler came in, he felt more and more nervous.

He looked around and called out in a very low voice: "Master? Master? Where are you, Master?"

No one answered in the hospital.

The butler swallowed his saliva, felt a chill down his spine, and wanted to run away immediately.

However, with Song Ren guarding nearby, he could only take a cautious look and had no choice but to continue looking for someone inside.

After going around in a circle, I found nothing.

The butler could only focus his eyes on the two rows of hooded 'people' beside him.

His body was still trembling, but he could only muster up his courage and slowly lifted up his hood. He said with a stammering voice:
"Master, I'm a timid person, please don't scare me. Are you hiding in here?"

Song Ren also looked around and turned back, and when he noticed his action, he was speechless.

I really don't know whether this guy is brave or timid.

After the black hood was completely lifted up, the corpse-suppressing talisman that was attached to the hood was also taken off.

First of all, what appeared was a dead face in pale tones.

On that bloodless face, even half of it had been eaten away by something, and even most of the facial bones were missing.

This person is obviously dead.

The butler was so frightened that he screamed, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground on the spot.

And the walking corpse, after losing the suppression of the corpse-suppressing talisman, suddenly jumped up.

However, at the last moment before he was about to attack the butler, a nimble Taoist in plain clothes suddenly jumped out from behind the inverted Bagua Banner.

A yellow talisman immobilized the zombie again.

The Taoist monk picked up the black hood on the ground and put it back on the zombie. Then he turned around and scolded, "What the hell are you two doing? Who told you to break in without permission?"

The butler swallowed hard, and when he realized that he was safe, he got up.

He resumed his usual flattery: "Master, my boss wants to meet you, so he asked me to bring him here to visit you."

After hearing this, the Taoist monk turned his gaze to Song Ren, who was standing aside without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party was paying more attention to his clients, his eyes jumped and he reminded him, "You can look, but don't touch me anymore."

Song Ren turned back.

His level of Taoism has reached a very high level.

But everyone has their own expertise, and in the specialized business of corpse-carrying, he is really no match for the specialist in front of him.

At least, if he were asked to "resurrect" all the wax corpses of the Jiang family that he had never come into contact with from a few miles away, such a thing would be impossible to do.

Song Ren looked at the Taoist monk in plain clothes: "The corpse-driving king of Xiangxi?"

The Taoist monk stroked his beard, sat down steadily on the seat under the eaves next to him, and said, "Do you have any advice for me, Excellency?"

Song Ren reached out to the housekeeper.

The butler immediately took out a gold cake from his pocket with some pain.

Song Ren threw it to the other party and said, "Do something for me. This is the commission."

The Taoist monk looked at the quality of the gold cake, pinched it hard in his hand, and then said with satisfaction:
"Okay, but I'll be leaving here after tonight and continuing on my journey. If there's still time, I can help you."

"But I also have my own rules. There are some things I won't do."

Song Ren was too lazy to talk nonsense and reached out to the housekeeper again.

The housekeeper looked miserable, but he still took out the money.

This is not your money, so you don't care, right?

Originally, he planned to hire the other party for just a commission of a gold cake.

As a result, Song Ren took two pieces at once.

However, fearing the other party's terror, the butler did not dare to refuse and could only cooperate obediently.

But the Taoist monk sitting next to him noticed this and stroked his beard and said, "Wait a minute."

Song Ren: “?”

The Taoist monk narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is the relationship between the two of you?"

Song Ren: "Does this question have anything to do with my business with you?"

The Taoist monk in plain clothes affirmed, "Yes."

Next to him, the butler seemed to have found a savior. He moved slightly away from Song Ren.

Song Ren didn't care, but asked curiously: "What's the connection?"

The Taoist monk weighed the gold cake in his hand, raised his eyes and said:

"When I do business, I believe in mutual consent."

"But I'm afraid your commission may not be legitimate."

He didn't want to accept the commission and do the work, only to be sued to the authorities because of his employer's personal dispute. By then, many things would be difficult to sort out.

A corpse-carrying man like him who goes to the underworld hates dealing with official people the most.

Many things cannot be explained clearly.

Song Ren said: "Since this commission has been given to you, there won't be any other problems. Even if there are any, I will solve them myself. Just accept it."

But the Taoist monk still shook his head: "No, the rules I set have never been changed."

Song Ren: "So you're not going to do this business?"

The Taoist monk pointed to the main door and said, "No, please go back."

Song Ren: "What about the commission just now?"

The Taoist monk in plain clothes threw the gold cake in his hand directly to the butler.

However, he was intercepted by Song Ren halfway.

Before Song Ren could say anything, the butler suddenly ran towards the Taoist monk, crying as he ran, "Master, save me!"

The butler probably saw that the Taoist monk in plain clothes seemed to want to help him.

With his reputation as the corpse-driving king of western Hunan, he finally mustered up the courage and boldly betrayed Song Ren.

Song Ren looked at this scene with amusement: "Are you going to be the first to do so?"

The Taoist monk shook his head and said, "I have no intention of getting involved in other people's disputes."

When the butler heard this, his face immediately turned pale.

But the Taoist monk continued: "But there is one thing I still want to say -"

He gestured towards the door and said, "Sir, the door is over there. Please come in."

The butler's face regained some color, and he even straightened his back now that he had someone to rely on.

Instead, he shouted at Song Ren who was standing there:

"Hey, didn't you hear what the Taoist said?"

"The Taoist priest told you to get out!"

“Do you understand what it means to roll away? Roll into a circle and roll away!” The Taoist monk in plain clothes’ eyelids twitched.

His face turned a little dark. It was too obvious that this guy was taking advantage of others for power.

If it weren't for the fact that he seemed to have some gold biscuits, he would have been driven away long ago.

Song Ren raised his eyebrows and looked at the housekeeper: "Do you know why your partner Tang Long is so submissive to me and doesn't even dare to resist me?"

The housekeeper subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Song Ren paused for a moment, then suddenly grinned and said:
"Of course -"

"Might prevails."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and fired a shot.

With a crisp gunshot, a golden bullet pierced through the butler's forehead!

A streak of blood exploded behind his head, and the look of astonishment on the butler's face was completely frozen at the last second.

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His body went limp and he fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed out from the gunshot wound, gradually dyeing the floor blood red.

The Taoist monk in plain clothes, who had been sitting calmly on the chair, suddenly stood up.

He looked at the Glock pistol in Song Ren's hand in disbelief.

After a brief moment of shock, he instantly jumped onto the altar that had been placed in the corner.

The spell was cast quickly, causing the corpse-suppressing talismans on the black hoods of the customers lined up in two rows to fall down at the same time.

The Taoist monk in plain clothes held two handfuls of talisman ashes in his hands. While being alert, he was also ready to take action at any time.

However, Song Ren had already put away his pistol. The wax corpse of the Jiang family still needed the help of the other party's ability, which was why he was willing to give the other party face.

but……

He looked up at the Taoist monk in plain clothes, who was tense all over, and said:

"Rules are dead, but people probably aren't yet."

"Brother Dao, I just need to borrow your corpse-driving skills to help me with a small favor."

"Would you like to reconsider this?"

The Taoist monk was also arrogant and didn't want to bow his head easily, so he said, "Then we have to try and see if you have the ability!"

He sprinkled the talisman ashes in his hand onto the candlelight on the altar.

The flames exploded instantly.

At the same time, about a dozen zombies suddenly came to life, like flying zombies, leaped up and attacked Song Ren.

The Taoist monk narrowed his eyes slightly: I want to see if your gun can still give you that much confidence when facing my clients!

However, this thought had just arisen in the Taoist's mind.

The first zombie that pounced forward was sent flying with a loud and rapid thud, like a cannonball, and it hit the thick supporting pillar under the beam and almost broke it!
However, this is just the beginning.

Following closely behind, a dozen zombies swarmed over, one after another, and all flew back with extreme ferocity!

In one breath, the entire quiet courtyard of the inn was turned into a mess.

All together, it’s less than two or three seconds!
The speed of action is really too fast!

The Taoist monk felt that he only blinked a few times before all his clients lay dead and scattered in the broken corners.

In the center of the courtyard, Song Ren was still safe and sound, and even the corners of his clothes did not have any unnecessary wrinkles.

The Taoist monk came to his senses after being startled. He quickly grabbed the talisman ashes on the table and threw them at the candle flame again. After the flames burst out, he grabbed the copper bell on the table and shook it vigorously while muttering something:
"Taiyin and Taiming, the three monarchs have issued a pardon order. Rise!"

The dozen or so zombies in the corner simply shivered when they heard the order, and then returned to their tranquility, without making any noise at all.

Song Ren walked towards the Taoist priest as he heard the bell ringing continuously.

The Taoist monk in plain clothes suddenly became anxious and shook the temple harder and harder.

As a result, he accidentally broke the copper bell.

He was stunned for a moment. He looked at the handle in his hand and the bell on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and said quickly: "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!"

Song Ren stopped.

The Taoist monk hurriedly tried to make up for it:

"I've thought about it. Rules are dead, but people are alive."

"If there is anything, we can discuss it again."

Upon hearing this, Song Ren took out his Glock pistol again, aimed it at the cracked wooden pillar next to him, and emptied all the bullets in the magazine in one breath.

The continuous sound of gunfire gradually echoed throughout the silent yard.

The Taoist monk was already tense, and after being stimulated by this, he could no longer bear the pressure. He lowered his voice and said, "Sir, I will listen to you in everything. If you have any request, just tell me. I have no complaints!"

It's quite neat to follow your heart.

Song Ren said bluntly: "Tonight at noon, I need you to help me revive all the wax corpses hidden in the Jiang family's mansion in one go."

The Taoist monk in plain clothes also became cautious: "Jiang family? Wax corpse?"

Song Ren: "The Jiang family is the Jiang family in Fukang County. They made their fortune by making wax. There is an unwritten rule in this family that the deceased in the family will be made into wax corpses and stored in the treasury."

"Other wax corpses can only last for ten years at most, but this one is said to last for hundreds of years."

"Although the Jiang family has been declining over the past two generations, with a small number of people, and even this generation is completely extinct."

"But the ancestors of this family are all wealthy and powerful, with a large population..."

Taoist Bu Yi: "So, there are a lot of wax corpses in the Jiang family?"

Song Ren: "There should be at least hundreds of wax corpses."

Although in the plot, the number of wax corpses awakened by the Xiangxi Corpse Driving King was only about twenty or thirty.

But at the end, it was revealed that there was a separate treasury hidden behind the wall of the kitchen.

There are so many wax corpses inside that you can't even see the end of them.

Saying that there are hundreds of bodies may be an underestimation.

At the end of the story, the densely packed numbers of wax corpses shown in the camera gave people a considerable visual shock.

When the Taoist monk heard the number, he was also a little surprised and said, "Hundreds of wax corpses?!"

These numbers are no joke.

If they were all awakened and turned into zombies or zombies, he would even worry whether he could control the situation.

If there were only a few dozen bodies, we should be able to handle it.

But hundreds of...

This is a bit too much to ask.

The Taoist monk Bu Yi said with great difficulty: "With this number, I am worried that I will not be able to control the situation."

Song Ren: "Just do your part, and I will take care of the rest."

The Taoist monk in plain clothes had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Although I am still a little worried that the huge number of wax corpses will lead to an extremely uncontrollable variable.

But Song Ren had already said it in advance.

He really didn't dare to refute it anymore.

(End of this chapter)