The ultimate master in the city

The "guest village" only had three rooms. The old man must have been staying in the one on the far right. When Zhou Fengchen arrived at the door, he listened carefully. It was completely silent inside, without the slightest sound.

He knocked gently twice on the door. "Grandpa!"

There was still no sound from inside.

Zhou Fengchen found it strange, pushed open the door and went inside. It was dark inside and filled with a foul, strange stench.

He looked towards the bed in the direction of the sunlight and saw a person lying on it.

"Grandpa? Grandpa?"

He called out twice more, but the person on the bed didn't respond.

Zhou Fengchen groped his way to a table, took out a lighter, and lit the kerosene lamp on it.

Light rose inside the room, revealing several antique cabinets and old wooden tables and chairs from the Republican era, all neatly arranged. The old man lay on a locust wood bed, his eyes closed, his body stiff.

Zhou Fengchen frowned, walked to the bedside and took a look, and his heart skipped a beat.

The old man's eye sockets were sunken, his skin was wrinkled, and he emitted a faint stench of death.

This looks like it's been dead for a long time!

Was the old man who hosted them a ghost? They hadn't noticed!

Just then, a series of cursing sounds came from outside. At first, it was in dialect, but then a few words of Mandarin were mixed in. It seemed to be cursing some stinky woman for hurting someone again.

Zhou Fengchen turned around and saw a blurry figure flash in through the door. It was the old man, carrying a kitchen knife. He looked up and was stunned when he saw Zhou Fengchen. "What are you doing in my room?"

Zhou Fengchen looked back at the old man's corpse, then at his soul, and realized what had happened. It turned out to be a "guardian ghost".

"Guardian Ghost" is a very stubborn ghost. Because of a certain belief, it stays in the same place even after death, and may even re-attach itself to a body. Outsiders can hardly notice anything unusual unless they look closely. Moreover, it does not know that it is dead. It is at ease and has a natural disguise. It only appears once every night at dawn.

This kind of thing is not evil; on the contrary, most of it is quite kind.

No wonder there was an old man living alone in this deep mountain forest, yet he was safe and sound and not harmed by anything dirty.

Zhou Fengchen smiled, blocking the corpse on the bed, and asked, "Sir! What are you doing? Why are you carrying a knife?"

The old man said angrily, "Didn't I tell you not to go out? Five out of six of you went out! There are filthy things outside that will eat people, you know? I want to go save them, but I can't get out the door no matter what I do, it's strange!"

Zhou Fengchen sighed inwardly and asked, "Do you know what those things outside are?"

The old man glared. "How could I not know? That bride was my daughter-in-law. She died and became a ghost. She recognized a godmother called Black Granny, who is a mountain wolf spirit, and she also has several wolf cubs of hers!"

Zhou Fengchen asked instinctively, "Is the ghost your daughter-in-law? What about your son?"

The old man paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears, "My son was a soldier. He was called out to fight on his wedding day and died. My daughter-in-law couldn't bear it and committed suicide too!"

Zhou Fengchen asked in surprise, "Then... what's the point of you staying here all this time? These days, there aren't any other guests besides us, are there?"

The old man choked up and mumbled, "My ancestors have been running a corpse-driving inn for three generations. I don't know how to do anything else but run a corpse-driving inn. I want to keep guarding it, to wait for my son to come back, and to give those children who die far from home a place to live. They can't die without a place to sleep."

He turned and rushed out the door, saying, "No, I have to save these children. I can't let them get harmed by those filthy things!"

Zhou Fengchen watched him leave and waited quietly.

An angry shout came from the courtyard, "Damn it! Why can't I get out? Who's stopping me?"

After cursing for a while, he ran back, looking surprised, and asked, "Why can't I get out?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and told the truth, "You are already dead. Your soul is restricted by the environment, so of course you can't get out now unless you possess a body."

The old man's eyes widened. "What nonsense are you spouting? You're the one who's dead!"

Zhou Fengchen stepped aside, pointing to the corpse on the bed, "Then look what this is?"

"Uh—" The old man staggered to the bedside. "This, this is..."

After muttering to himself for a while, he suddenly slapped his forehead, "I'm not dead! This isn't me! I'm waiting for my son to come back. I'm going to open a corpse-transporting inn, I'm going to give those sons who die far from home a place to sleep!"

The more he slapped, the longer his nails grew. Eventually, he became an old man with white hair, baring his teeth and looking incredibly terrifying, his head covered in blood from all the slapping.

Seeing that he was showing signs of turning into a vengeful ghost, Zhou Fengchen quickly went to his side, made a hand seal, and pointed it at his brow, "Freeze!"

The old man's soul released its grip and remained motionless.

Zhou Fengchen grabbed his neck and shoved him into the corpse on the bed, then placed a soul-stabilizing talisman on the corpse's forehead.

First, lock the soul back into the body, then perform a ritual for its release tomorrow.

After settling the old man in, I stepped out the door.

The night was deep and the air was frighteningly cold, but the snow made it not too dark.

Outside the courtyard was a very desolate thatched road. Not far away, an SUV was parked by the roadside, presumably belonging to the three students. On the other side was a hill, and the ghost bride in front was heading towards the woods in the hill.

I climbed the hill, entered the woods, and walked for ten minutes. Suddenly, an old house appeared in front of me, brightly lit, with people talking faintly.

Zhou Fengchen activated his Heavenly Eye and looked around. The house in front of him flickered and changed. It was indeed an ancient house, but it was overgrown with weeds, with broken beams and walls, and piled with snow. It was unknown how many years it had been abandoned, and it was very different from what he could see with his naked eye.

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"Not bad at creating an illusion!" Zhou Fengchen sneered, turning his head to look around. The three students and Zhang Shisan were nowhere to be seen.

The three students have probably all gone inside, while those two unscrupulous fellows, Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi, are hiding somewhere watching the show.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a talisman to conceal his aura, and when he reached the courtyard gate, he flipped over and went inside.

Once inside the courtyard, the voices from inside the room grew much louder, but the whispering made it impossible to understand what they were saying.

Zhou Fengchen looked around and found Monk Yuanzhi and Zhang Shisan squatting on the roof, lifting the bricks and tiles to look down, enjoying the view immensely.

He crouched down, dug a pebble out of the snowdrift, and threw it, hitting Zhang Shisan on the forehead with a "thud."

Zhang Shisan was startled. When he saw it was him, he reached out and caught the stone that was about to fall, and beckoned him to come up.

Zhou Fengchen glanced at the stone pillar beside him, stepped on it, and flipped himself onto the roof to the side of the two people.

Monk Yuanzhi pulled him up, pointed below, and whispered, "Come on, come on, this is so much fun!"

Zhou Fengchen curiously leaned over and looked down through the cracks in the roof tiles. He saw a bride and a male student sitting on the bed in the room on the left. The bride was shy and bashful, while the male student nervously rubbed his hands.

In the middle room, a woman in her thirties dressed in purple was kissing a male student, making loud smacking noises, with saliva dripping everywhere.

In the room on the right, the female student lay on the bed, her eyes glazed over, wearing only her underwear. Three bearded men stood in front of the bed, their eyes gleaming as they looked her over.

An old woman sat by the closed door, muttering to herself and occasionally letting out a sly laugh.

Zhou Fengchen looked up. "You two, either ignore it, or go down and beat him up. What's the point of just watching?"

Zhang Shisan pointed at Monk Yuanzhi, "That bastard kept pulling me back, saying we should wait until the last second before making a move."

Monk Yuanzhi curled his lip, "Those three college students don't know what's good for them. It's good to let them learn a lesson!"

Just then, several screams suddenly came from below. The ghost had made its move!

Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi both looked at Zhou Fengchen, "You go! You're the best!"

"Damn it!"

Zhou Fengchen cursed, flipped over and jumped into the courtyard, drew his knife, and swung it through the air, where it "thudded" into the steps in front of the door.

The old woman inside was startled and asked in a low, somber voice, "Who is it?"

"A bunch of scum! Prepare to die!"

Zhou Fengchen formed a hand seal, shrugged, and shouted, "Go!"

shhhhhh...

A dozen or so talismans quickly surrounded the house.

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