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"Crackling sound~"

A yellow talisman pierced through the forest, exploded in the air with a burst of lightning, and then transformed into a sharp arrow that shot into the night.

The firelight was fleeting.

Proceeding swiftly from the direction from which the yellow talisman flew, one can see a figure pointing with swords drawn, illuminating the path ahead.

Yang Feiyun's face was grim at this moment.

He never expected that he had been ambushed and almost fell into a trap.

He hadn't gone far from Tanjia Town when he was ambushed, and he didn't even know who the attackers were.

"Whoosh-"

A whooshing sound came from the air. He instinctively rolled forward to dodge, ignoring the dirt sticking to his back. He brought his hands together and struck, a beam of light shooting out from his fingertips and knocking down the flying object.

The thing that looked like a bat flapping its wings turned out to be a paper figure that was burning when it landed.

The other party's paper-cutting skills were quite good, but what worried Yang Feiyun even more was that the other party's skill level was also quite high.

"Tanjia Town is indeed a place where hidden talents abound." Yang Feiyun got up, dusted himself off, and bowed to the darkness, saying, "Friend, I am Yang Feiyun. I am new to this place and do not know what taboos I have violated. Please do not blame me if I have done anything inappropriate."

The figure in the darkness was clearly thinking about his question, and even opened his mouth as if to answer. But the moment the other person opened his mouth, Yang Feiyun's eyes widened.

found it!
He flicked out two spells with his wrists in quick succession, then pushed off with his ankles, and he was already rushing forward.

Paper figures began to emerge densely from the depths of the forest.

Yang Feiyun's sword fingers stabbed out rapidly. Although he could hit a paper figure each time, the sheer number of the opponents was terrifying, and his attack was like a drop in the ocean.

The paper figure seemed light and weak, but when it hit Yang Feiyun, it felt like a sharp knife, cutting his skin and causing his blood vessels to constrict, making it seem as if he could hardly muster any strength.

After staggering a few steps, he crossed his arms in front of him and smashed through the defensive wall made of paper figures, finally reaching the person who attacked him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a pretty little girl in a red dress.

If it were anyone else, they would be stunned to see a beautiful girl, either marveling at her beauty and ruthlessness or being utterly astonished. But Yang Feiyun was different. He only glanced at her pretty face before instantly grabbing her and trying to grab her by the throat.

His fingers held a powerful force, clearly indicating that he didn't want to capture anyone, but only wanted to kill.

"Oh!"

In the instant their bodies collided during their exchange of blows, Yang Feiyun was finally certain of one thing.

"You're not human, what are you?!"

He shook his wrist, feeling as if he were gripping an iron pipe, his fingers nearly breaking.

Before this, he had thought that the person who came might have been sent by Tan Wenjie.

Yang Feiyun had met many masters in his life. Some were hypocritical, some were beasts in human clothing, and some had terrible acting skills but were keen on pretending. But he had never met a "true villain" like Tan Wenjie, who could say that he would kill him first without any scruples.

The person who arrived was naturally Yue Qiluo, an assassin sent by Tan Wenjie.

When questioned, Yue Qiluo calmly replied, "A deity."

"you?"

"Half."

Yue Qiluo possessed exceptional talent, and her cultivation in Taoist arts was far beyond that of ordinary people. In the ensuing fight, she almost single-handedly overwhelmed Yang Feiyun.

"Did Fellow Daoist Tan send you?" Yang Feiyun asked tentatively. "With such power, why would you collude with him?"

"You don't understand." Yue Qiluo's attacks remained fierce.

"I know he definitely has some weakness in your hands. Don't worry, we can cooperate to get rid of him!" Yang Feiyun said confidently.

Yue Qiluo didn't want to answer, and even looked at him as if he were an idiot.

If Tan Wenjie really needs to control his own life force to maintain his own control, that would be good. At least it shows that Tan Wenjie is wary of him enough, and it also shows that his strength can definitely threaten him.

The truth is that Tan Wenjie didn't care about her staying or leaving at all; he could do whatever he wanted. Yue Qiluo even felt that Tan Wenjie treated her the same way he treated ordinary maids and servants.

There is no danger, so there's no need to worry too much.

Poor Yang Feiyun was still dreaming of killing Tan Wenjie, unaware that even if Tan Wenjie lay there without resisting, Yang Feiyun would not be able to break through his defenses.

Using his family to threaten him is utter nonsense.

Yue Qiluo could clearly sense that the "outside helpers" who had been active recently not only had a very weak sense of being alive, but also carried an aura that only ghostly soldiers and ghostly messengers could possess.

This unintentional arrogance and disregard for others almost confirmed Yue Qiluo's idea that those people were obviously from the underworld.

Moreover, it's no secret that Tan Wenjie can communicate between the Yin and Yang realms.

If you can't win against someone while they're alive, and you still can't win after you're dead, then why bother with conflict?

"boom!"

The shockwave exploded, igniting the yellow talismans and paper figures, which then flew haphazardly into various parts of the forest as a rain of fire. Dry leaves were set ablaze, and thick smoke billowed, setting the stage for a massive fire.

Yang Feiyun was panting heavily, his eyes wide open.

He didn't understand why the other party would reject his proposal.

Even though rumors of Tan Wenjie's strength circulated throughout the supernatural world, he never believed them. After all, legends and stories are often embellished, making them almost entirely unreliable.

Yue Qiluo had already unleashed a burst of magical power, striking Yang Feiyun between the eyebrows.

Having completed her task, Yue Qiluo turned and left. Having finally managed to help Tan Wenjie with something, she had to return as soon as possible to show her sincerity.

Being able to help the gods is not a trouble, but an honor.

Having lived for so many years, how could she not know how "insiders" came to be? "Insiders"... help each other with personal matters a lot, and they become "insiders."

She cast a spell using hand seals, suppressing the flames of a forest fire that was about to ignite.

The flames were expanding and burning, but were restricted by some force from growing rapidly, and eventually grew weaker and weaker.

After Yue Qiluo left, the woods fell into an eerie silence.

The fire raged several times but failed to ignite, turning into sparks that flickered on the ground with the rhythm of breathing.

It was completely extinguished in a short while.

"Oh!"

The ground shook.

A zombie that looks just like "Grandpa Ren" hops over, supporting itself on its arms.

He was not only wearing a brand-new Qing Dynasty official robe, but also had a piece of yellow paper with scribbles pasted on his forehead.

After it came to Yang Feiyun's side, it opened its mouth and subconsciously tried to bite him, but unexpectedly, Yang Feiyun's corpse opened its eyes again.

He slapped the zombie on the forehead, sending it flying.

"roll!"

Yang Feiyun sprang to his feet with a swift movement, his face unusually pale.

"Fortunately, I have a way to save my life."

This "fake death" was extremely dangerous. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I probably would have been torn to pieces in the fight and died without a burial place. Now I am severely injured and can't do anything for a while.

After glancing again in the direction of Tanjia Town, Yang Feiyun turned around and walked deeper into the town.

After a while, the zombie that had been knocked away finally stood up, swaying, and then, as if it had seen a ghost, hopped and skipped away into the distance.

……

After finishing her work, Yue Qiluo went to Tan Wenjie to report on her work.

"died?"

"Yeah, he's dead."

"Saw it with your own eyes?"

"I blew his head out."

Tan Wenjie didn't say anything more, but instead opened a book of life and death, which contained Yang Feiyun's name. However, what was recorded was not the end of Yang Feiyun's life, but rather the turning point in his life.

"Your spell did indeed pierce his head, but coincidentally it didn't damage his brain tissue. So he only had a tiny hole in his skull, and there wasn't even any blood clots in his brain..."

The more he looked at it, the more outrageous it seemed.

He survived with his head pierced and only suffered minor injuries.

Yue Qiluo: "..."

She had also seen Southeast Asian sorcery, so it shouldn't be like this.

"Perhaps he has some secret technique to save his life." Tan Wenjie didn't take the matter to heart.

No matter how talented or dangerous Yang Feiyun was, in Tan Wenjie's eyes it was like him, with his high-paying job, suddenly hearing that a five-year-old child in the village had collected plastic bottles and sold them for five yuan.

He wouldn't make a special trip back to his hometown for such a trivial matter, and there's no need for him to even think about the other person.

The gap between us is too big, and I have too many other things to do that are far more important.

"Pack your things and come give a lecture tomorrow too."

"I?"

“I remember you were a Taoist priest before.”

"Yes."

Yue Qiluo nodded, surprised that she had unexpectedly gotten a job and was now on Tan Wenjie's radar. She didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

This is not quite what she imagined about "becoming an immortal."

Can one truly erase their name from the Book of Life and Death?

Tan Wenjie left with his hands behind his back. The entire Tanjia Town was just beginning its nightlife, with people constantly coming and going on the streets.

"Your situation is now terrible."

As soon as he walked over, he saw Afang and Xiaohai standing together, with Feibao beside them. The three of them had already blocked Old Master Sun from the town. They surrounded him, talking animatedly, their spittle flying everywhere.

"Master Tan, you've come at the perfect time." Master Sun looked at Tan Wenjie as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly beckoned him over. "Fei Bao and the other two said that I was wearing my shoes on the wrong feet and walking too late. They said that either I'll have an accident today or tomorrow night."

Upon seeing Tan Wenjie, Fei Bao and the other two automatically fell silent.

"What's wrong, Mr. Sun? Are you feeling unwell?" Tan Wenjie asked with a smile.

"I always feel uncomfortable somewhere, but the doctor can't find the problem."

"Then go see a Western doctor; Western medicine works faster."

"Those foreign devils are going to operate on me!"

Treating the sick and saving lives, but instead of stitching them up and curing them, you operate on them. Is this harming or saving lives?

“Your health isn’t very good, and it will take a lot of time to improve,” Tan Wenjie said. “What did they say?”

"Feibao said my mom is thinking of me down there. Xiaohai said if I dream of a female ghost combing her hair at night, I should be careful and not let her ride on my chest. Afang said I might have done too many bad things and will have my lifespan shortened."

Tan Wenjie turned and glared at the three men, then said, "Master Sun, those three are too blunt. Don't take it to heart. I'll definitely teach them a lesson when I get back."

"Oh, huh?!" Old Master Sun's eyes widened. "You're too blunt. You mean... what they said is true? Do I really have to go downstairs tonight to have a family reunion dinner with my mother?"

"Ah, everyone has their own fate." Tan Wenjie gently patted Master Sun's shoulder. "Just be careful not to let the female ghost ride on your chest."

"Master Tan, you must save me!" Master Sun hurriedly grabbed Tan Wenjie's sleeve. "Don't worry, as long as you save my life, I will definitely do my best to support our two families' businesses and caravans."

"Don't worry, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Tan Wenjie pulled his sleeve out of Master Sun's hand and comforted him, "And Master Sun, how come you're eating and taking things at the same time? I saved your life, and now I'm going to help your caravan get rich."

Mr. Sun gave an awkward smile.

Everyone knows that following Tan Wenjie's team is like clinging to a money tree; every day you wake up, you're counting money.

"I'll teach you a method: go and ask for a magical artifact to hang in front of your bed, and nothing will dare to approach it without permission."

"I'll go right now!"

"Master Sun, we'll go with you." X3
Fei Bao and his two companions helped Grandpa Sun and jogged away; they wouldn't miss an opportunity to make money.

After walking a little further, Tan Wenjie saw Zhu Dachang and others busy at work, and a long queue had already formed in front of Zhu's paper-making shop.

The lifeless ghost messengers remained motionless, staring intently at those things.

Zhu Dachang was wasting his saliva, saying to a ghost messenger, "Brother, we only do business with humans, not ghosts. Where did you get this ghost money? I can't accept it. Besides, even if I took this money, I could only burn it for warmth. It's not even good for wiping my butt."

The ghost messenger didn't speak, but just blankly handed over the money.

Zhu Dachang could not afford to offend the ghost messengers, but if he really accepted the joss paper, the entire Zhu family would surely starve to death.

“If you don’t want joss paper, you can just ask for silver dollars next time and come back to buy things with the silver dollars,” Tan Wenjie said.

The many ghost messengers who heard his voice were startled. When they turned around and saw that it was Tan Wenjie, they all lowered their heads. The blankness on their faces disappeared and they became lifelike again.

From the beginning, these ghost messengers intended to play dumb, thinking that any things they could extort were their own gain. It wasn't until Tan Wenjie personally spoke up that they became obedient.

It's one thing for ordinary, recently deceased ghosts to be dazed and confused, but these ghost messengers, every single one of them, are incredibly cunning.

As the ghosts dispersed, Zhu Dachang breathed a sigh of relief: "I was almost robbed by a group of ghosts."

"Don't worry, they will never act rashly with me."

"What if it's outside of Tanjia Town?"

Tan Wenjie did not answer, but just smiled mysteriously.

On the other side, several ghost messengers, carrying joss paper, were crossing mountains and valleys, planning to return to their hometowns under the cover of night.

As they passed a small Western-style house, the ghost messenger suddenly stopped.

They sensed an extremely strong sense of terror emanating from it.

In the past, when faced with danger, the ghost messengers would detour first, but this time, because of Tan Wenjie's reward and punishment system, their first thought was to go in and take a look.

What if we can accomplish something big?

The rewards are so generous that not only can money make even ghosts work for you, but now even ghosts are vying to do the work. (End of Chapter)