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next second.

Lin Ran's body slowly closed its eyes.

He tilted his head back and lay quietly back in the coffin.

The cold wind suddenly stopped.

The glaring green light from the candles on both sides of the mourning hall flashed and returned to its normal warm yellow.

Temperatures are rising.

The suffocating sense of oppression in the air completely dissipated.

It's quiet now.

The entire mourning hall was so quiet that only the breathing and sobbing of a few relatives could be heard.

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Guang, who was standing in front of the coffin.

Yang Guang withdrew his fingers and flicked his wrist.

Expressionless.

It's as if that slap wasn't meant to suppress evil spirits, but rather to swat a mosquito.

Jia Youcai, who was squatting on the ground, stared with his bloodshot old eyes, completely stunned.

He opened his mouth wide.

They can't be put together.

I have been in the industry for decades.

He traveled all over the country, deceiving people for most of his life.

Jia Youcai had seen a lot of battles, but he hadn't seen few either.

Ok.

He hadn't seen many impressive feats, after all, he was just a fake Taoist priest.

But it is precisely because it is fake that he understands even more clearly what is real!

That palm strike just now.

That bolt of lightning that suddenly exploded out of nowhere.

And the energy that young man exuded.

This is for real!

Genuine product at a fair price!

Genuine and authentic!

Jia Youcai's lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Holy shit."

"This young man..."

Holy crap.

"That powerful?"

Jia Youcai's brain had entered a frantic processing mode.

He stared at Yang Guang's slightly immature face, then at his faded sports jacket and his canvas shoes with peeling paint.

They were truly poor.

But he really does have skills!

He's spent his whole life navigating the underworld, relying solely on his smooth talk and thick skin.

The biggest problem in this line of work is that when you encounter real weapons, talking alone can be deadly!

Just like that scene of a zombie coming back to life.

If Jia Youcai hadn't met Yang Guang, he would most likely be dead here today.

But if...

If he always had such a true master by his side who could keep things under control.

Then when he takes on jobs in the future, won't he no longer have to worry about crashing?

He went for the fake one.

If you really need to get involved, let this kid handle it!

All he has to do is stand on the sidelines and shout "Go, young man!"

perfect!

It was an absolutely perfect collaboration!

Jia Youcai became more and more excited as he thought about it. He scrambled to his feet and ran to Yang Guang's side.

His face was all smiles.

It's just short of wagging its tail.

Yang Guang glanced at Jia Youcai's fawning old face as he approached, and the hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on end.

That's Old Deng's smile.

How come his expression is exactly the same as Er Lengzi's when he saw the bones?

Jia Youcai rubbed his hands together, grinning, and said, "Young man, you cooperated quite well just now."

"As expected of someone Master Jia has high hopes for!"

"What's your name?"

Which sect are you from?

"Interested in teaming up with your Uncle Jia?"

"No, no invitations, no interest."

Undeterred, Jia Youcai put his arm around Yang Guang's shoulder and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother, listen to me, I, Jia Youcai, am a big shot in the funeral industry in Fengdu City."

"Extensive network, unconventional methods, and numerous clients."

"It's just occasionally, only occasionally, that we might encounter some tough opponents."

"How about we team up? You do the physical work, I'll do the talking, and we'll split the profits 50/50, what do you say?"

Yang Guang finally turned his head and looked the old man up and down. The old man was wearing a double-breasted jacket with two patches and yellow rubber shoes with open toes.

"You're going to speak up?"

"A 50/50 split?"

Yang Guang reached out and pulled his arm off his shoulder: "You just sang a song called 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf,' and then you knelt down before a corpse."

"this one?"

"You call this 'speaking out'?"

Jia Youcai blushed slightly, but his stubbornness remained undiminished: "That's called tactical weakness!"

"I did it on purpose!"

"The goal is to paralyze the enemy, creating conditions for your fatal blow!"

"Why do you think you can kill with a single blow?"

"Isn't it because I used up a lot of its energy with Pleasant Goat earlier?"

Yang Guang stared at him for three seconds, his face full of shock: "Are you serious?"

Jia Youcai nodded vigorously.

Yang Guang was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall.

Jia Youcai immediately followed, trailing behind Yang Guang, muttering, "Young man, don't go!"

"Let's discuss this further!"

"A 40/60 split is fine too!"

"If all else fails, try Sanqi!"

"You get seven, I get three!"

"You get seven, I get three!"

Jia Youcai's voice was like a leech, stuck to the back of Yang Guang's head and impossible to shake off.

Yang Guang paused in his steps.

He didn't turn around, but the corner of his mouth twitched twice.

It wasn't because I was moved.

I was simply shocked by the shamelessness of this old man. He's ignoring you, yet you keep babbling on and on.

Now Yang Guang understands a little why he was able to make it big.

really.

The ancients never lied to me.

Learning has no end!

I still need to learn!

Annoyed beyond measure, Yang Guang casually asked without turning his head, "How much do you get paid per job?"

Jia Youcai's eyes lit up instantly.

He rushed over to Yang Guang in a few quick steps, grabbed Yang Guang's arm, and acted as if he were a long-lost son recognizing his father.

"Hehe, well, it mainly depends on the customer."

Jia Youcai rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice mysteriously, saying, "Some clients are rich and generous."

"I've also done deals worth 500,000."

Yang Guang's steps froze on the spot.

He turned his head abruptly.

He stared wide-eyed at Jia Youcai's wrinkled old face: "How much did you say?"

"Five hundred thousand."

Jia Youcai stretched out one hand, his five fingers spread wide.

Yang Guang's pupils visibly dilated.

Five hundred thousand?

Five hundred thousand!

Is this old man making 500,000 in one order?

Yang Guang's brain began to work at high speed.

He painstakingly accepted three orders.

The old squad leader lost hundreds of thousands of yuan on his order.

The little water ghost's order almost landed him in jail.

I even managed to snag a bargain from an old woman.

He finally finished Lin Ran's order, but he had to run around like crazy and also had to pay for his own transportation and materials.

He didn't earn a single penny; instead, he lost all his savings for his wife.

And look at this old Deng.

Sing a song about Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, kneel before a corpse, and then pat your butt and you can get 500,000?

"You old man, you're really dark-skinned!"

Jia Youcai waved his hand dismissively: "What's this about being shady or not? This is called market pricing."

"If they can afford it, why shouldn't I accept it?"

"Instead of offering words of comfort, why not give them a large sum of money?"

Yang Guang didn't reply.

But his mind had already gone through eighteen turns.

Although Old Deng's skills are practically nonexistent, Yang Guang has to admit one thing: Old Deng's connections are probably really extensive.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted a deal worth 500,000.

Having spent decades in the funeral industry, he is over seventy years old and knows all sorts of people.

In a place like Fengdu City, which family doesn't hire a "master" to oversee a funeral?

Funerals are the occasions most prone to unexpected problems.

If something unexpected happens, you might encounter a real paranormal event that needs to be dealt with.

Once a paranormal event occurs, the spirits of the dead may come knocking on the door, and those spirits could be potential clients of the agency!

Isn't this old Deng just a walking customer acquisition machine?