The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

On the outskirts of western Beijing, three unremarkable Wuling Hongguang vans bumped along a potholed dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.

In the car at the front, Yan Zhengqing was wearing a brand-new work uniform, gripping the steering wheel with a serious expression, looking even more nervous than when he was driving the company's Hongqi car.

He glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Chu Chen was sitting cross-legged between two seats, holding a Winnie the Pooh backpack in his arms and sipping an AD calcium milk tea through his mouth, his cheeks puffing out.

"Sir, isn't it a bit too conspicuous for us to drive this kind of car?" Yan Zhengqing carefully considered his words.

He simply couldn't understand it. With Qianlongju's current financial resources, they could easily afford to buy a fleet of vehicles, let alone airplanes and tanks.

Why choose this kind of van used for hauling bricks at construction sites?

"Uncle Yan, you don't understand." Chu Chen finished slurping up the last mouthful of milk and precisely tossed the empty bottle into the trash bag in front of him.

"That's called tactical camouflage. Imagine, the Black Lotus Cult sets up an ambush in the mountains, waits and waits, and then three beat-up cement trucks show up. Wouldn't they be completely dumbfounded?"

Yan Zhengqing's face stiffened slightly.

He felt that it was hard to say whether the enemy would be confused, but he himself was about to be confused.

"What you say is true, sir." Zhao Wuji, sitting in the back row, immediately came up with a fawning smile on his face.

He was wearing the same work clothes, but he was clutching a gleaming gold manure scoop tightly in his hand, the handle wrapped with a rag in an attempt to conceal its imposing air of wealth.

"This is a military tactic of feigning weakness to lure the enemy deep into your territory! Brilliant, truly brilliant!"

"Yes." On the other side, Zhou Tian was carrying his huge golden machete, which almost pierced through the roof of the car.

"Sir, this tactic is called 'playing dumb to fool the enemy'!"

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction. "This child is teachable."

The convoy eventually stopped at the foot of Baihu Ridge.

As everyone got off the bus, a chilling wind immediately swept over, carrying withered leaves that sent shivers down their spines.

Looking around, the entire mountain range was covered with jagged rocks, withered grass and trees, and not even the chirping of birds could be heard, exuding a deathly atmosphere.

"What a great place." Zhao Wuji calculated with his fingers with an air of seriousness, his face solemn.

"This place is like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling, filled with malevolent energy; it is an excellent place to raise corpses. The Black Lotus Sect's choice of this location truly shows their expertise."

Chu Chen took out a palm-sized toy compass from his schoolbag and turned it around in a very serious manner.

"It has a view in front, support behind, sand on the left and right, and embrace in the middle. The feng shui layout is quite good."

He pursed his lips and drew a conclusion.

"It's just that the yin energy is too heavy and the turbid energy is too strong, making it unsuitable for living people to live in. It's only suitable for raising a few thousand-year-old turtles, which can also prolong life. The Black Lotus Sect leader's taste is indeed not very good."

Yan Zhengqing felt a chill run down his spine as he listened, and he silently gripped the gold brick in his hand.

"Alright, stop reminiscing." Chu Chen put away the compass and waved his hand.

"Demolition team, prepare to start work! Remember our slogan!"

"Understood." Zhao Wuji was the first to respond, raising his golden dung scoop high.

"Demolishing houses and moving warehouses, even rats weep."

The group marched confidently and proudly toward the mountain pass.

Yan Zhengqing walked at the back, looking at his "teammates" in front of him who were holding bizarre weapons, and felt that his years of accumulated knowledge were collapsing.

We hadn't walked more than a few steps into the mountain pass when the surrounding scenery began to change.

The once clear mountain path was suddenly shrouded in a thin layer of white mist.

"Everyone stay close! Something's not right here!" Zhao Wuji, with his rich experience, immediately warned.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Tian started shouting loudly.

"Hey? Team Leader Yan, how come you're ahead of me? Wait, is that the move you're making, Director Zhao's?"

The group stopped in their tracks and realized that something was amiss.

They were clearly walking forward in a straight line, but now their formation is messed up, and everyone is seeing the position of their companions differently.

Yan Zhengqing took a few steps forward, wanting to pat Zhao Wuji on the shoulder, but found that the distance between the two seemed to be infinitely stretched, and he could not reach him no matter what.

"We're trapped in a maze!" Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically. "It's a tracking array! We've fallen for it!"

He channeled his inner strength, trying to break through the formation with his true energy, but found that his true energy had vanished without a trace.

The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, and even the faint sound of a woman weeping could be heard, making people uneasy.

"What are you afraid of!" Zhou Tian was the bravest. He swung his axe and chopped down at the air next to him.

"I don't care who you are! Come out here, all of you!"

The axe whistled through the air, but it felt like it had struck cotton; it couldn't exert any force at all.

"Don't waste your energy," Chu Chen's lazy voice came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chu Chen squatting on the ground, taking things out of his Winnie the Pooh backpack.

"Sir, this formation is quite exquisite, probably the work of a grandmaster. We..." Zhao Wuji said anxiously.

"Shh." Chu Chen interrupted him, holding up two small bottles in his hand like a treasure.

One bottle contained green Tiger Balm, and the other was filled with red powder.

"See that? A professional team."

He unscrewed the cap of the medicated oil, walked over to each person, and without saying a word, applied a little to their temples and philtrum.

A refreshing sensation that shot straight to the top of their heads instantly swept over them, jolting everyone awake. The thick, impenetrable white mist in front of them seemed to have thinned out a bit.

"This..." Yan Zhengqing's eyes widened.

He felt that this medicated oil was more effective than any special tea he had ever drunk that could refresh him.

"Basic operation." Chu Chen unscrewed another bottle, which contained extra-spicy chili powder that he had specially ground in the kitchen.

"Cover your noses, everyone."

He gave a reminder, then grabbed a handful of chili powder and flung it into the air.

"Achoo, cough cough."

A series of earth-shattering sneezes and coughs erupted from all directions.

The voice was harsh and abrupt, completely unlike what a living person could make.

With a cough, the surrounding white mist instantly dissipated.

Only then did everyone realize that what they were surrounded by was not a mountain road at all, but a mass grave.

Dozens of ghosts dressed in tattered ancient costumes, with pale faces and semi-transparent bodies, were clutching their throats, bent over, and coughing until tears streamed down their faces.

They floated in mid-air, looking terrifying, but their movements were incredibly comical.

"So...so ghosts are afraid of spicy food too!" Zhou Tian stared at this unbelievable scene, his eyes wide like saucers.

He instantly became excited, carrying the golden axe, his mouth practically watering.

"Sir! Is this edible? Is it like tripe, all that 'up and down'?"

Chu Chen gave him a disdainful look.

"What are you eating? It's all energy, it has no physical form. Do you think this is hot pot?"

"Oh..." Zhou Tian was a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up again.

He looked at the still-coughing ghosts, swung his axe, and charged at them like a mad bull.

"If you can't eat it, you can play around with it!"

"Brothers! Let's get him!"

Zhao Wuji and Yan Zhengqing exchanged a glance and immediately joined the battle.

Zhao Wuji's golden dung scoop moved with tremendous force, and the palm strike carried a stench that reached the level of the soul. The ghosts that were struck instantly covered their noses, looking as if they wanted to vomit but couldn't, and their fighting power was greatly reduced.

Yan Zhengqing wielded the gold brick engraved with "Never Forgive Someone When You're in the Right" with such skill that it was impossible to miss, and each strike carried a powerful sense of righteousness.

Just as a blue-faced, fanged demon lunged at him, he slapped it across the face with a brick.

The runes on the gold brick flashed, and the evil spirit let out a miserable scream before turning into a wisp of green smoke.

"You monster! Take this 'Iron Fist of Socialist Justice'!" Yan Zhengqing became more and more skilled as he fought, feeling that his sense of justice, which had been suppressed for many years, had finally found an outlet.

The battle was a one-sided massacre.

These demons, who would terrify ordinary people, are as fragile as paper in front of this "labor reform demolition team".

Chu Chen yawned, slowly walked to a tombstone and sat down, then took out a lollipop from his backpack.

He tore open the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into his mouth, and mumbled his evaluation.

"With this level of skill, you want to open a 'Silk Cave'? It's not even an appetizer."

Just as the last ghost was cleaved in two by Zhou Tian's axe, a sinister voice suddenly came from the depths of the mass grave.

"That's interesting."

"I never expected that there would be such interesting little mice like you hiding in the capital."

"Since you've spilled my soup, then come in..."

"I have prepared an even more sumptuous... feast for you."