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"Master Zhao, what's wrong?"

Under the candlelight, Hongniang appeared gracefully before everyone, her expression unchanged when she saw the dozen or so servants behind the Zhao family head.

"Enough with the nonsense. You took away my son Zhao Chen's body, didn't you?"

The head of the Zhao family strode into the inn, staring at her with hostility.

The servants behind him brandished sharp blades, looking menacing.

The guests in the inn were so frightened that they dared not move, cowering in a corner.

The matchmaker chuckled softly, "Master Zhao, are you joking? I heard that Young Master Zhao died suddenly a few days ago. Are you perhaps delirious with grief? What use would I have for his corpse?"

"You know perfectly well what's going on." The Zhao family head's eyes swept across the surroundings with a sinister glint. He raised his hand, "Search!"

The matchmaker's expression changed slightly, and she stepped in front of him, saying, "Master Zhao, please don't go too far!"

The Zhao family head softened his tone and said in a conciliatory manner, "Back then, you and my son were in love, but I looked down on your status and didn't let him marry you. You blame me for that, so don't take your anger out on my son's corpse."

Click, click.

Renbao ate a crispy pastry, a specialty of Jiangnan, his eyes wide, and listened intently: "They still have feelings for each other."

The old Taoist priest looked at her upon hearing this and chuckled, "Eldest daughter, you're only three years old, you can't even read all the words, yet you still know about old times."

"My sister often takes me to the opera house. Sisters in Beijing love watching men and women fall in love, and sometimes they even cry," Renbao said, stuffing a pastry into her mouth.

The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up, and he moved closer to her: "Are you from the capital?"

"I come from the underworld." Renbao pointed to the ground beneath her feet, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "Do you want to go down there and have a look? I'll take you."

The old Taoist priest hurriedly waved his hand.

No, he hasn't lived enough yet.

The two chattered away, especially Renbao's crunching sounds as he ate, which were particularly noticeable in the quiet inn.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to that direction.

The matchmaker sneered, "Master Zhao, you've come here to ask for the body back. You couldn't have believed this old Taoist priest, could you?"

Don't you know that the wealthy businessman Zhou who gave away his entire fortune to ensure his safety was the one who hired him?

He couldn't even fight off evil spirits, let alone a three-year-old child, who was pinned to the ground and beaten.

Don't believe such half-baked talk.

The Zhao family head was stunned, his questioning gaze falling on the old Taoist priest.

The old woman was utterly ashamed. How did she know? She was also somewhat angry; why bring up something so sensitive!

"You're absolutely right, Master Zhao. The child she mentioned is indeed this young female Taoist priest beside me." The old Taoist priest smirked, looking at the matchmaker with a mocking expression. "She was also the one who calculated that you kidnapped Young Master Zhao and intended to refine his corpse!"

Renbao stepped forward, shielding the old Taoist behind him, and patted his chest with great pride: "I calculated it. He's my little brother, so don't make fun of him."

The matchmaker's expression changed several times, and she quickly turned to leave.

Renbao stretched out her chubby little hand, and with a grab of her five fingers, she created a transparent net that enveloped her.

"In the woodshed, there's a man carrying a corpse trying to escape," Renbao pointed towards the backyard.

The matchmaker's eyes sharpened, and she looked at Renbao in disbelief.

The Zhao family head immediately led his servants inside and indeed saw the man carrying Zhao Chen's corpse. His eyes were bloodshot: "Kill him!"

The servants hesitated.

On the way there, they kept hearing Renbao say that killing someone incurs karma, and even if there is no retribution in this world, all karma will be settled in the underworld, and one will have to pay the corresponding price.

"Master, let's capture him and hand him over to the authorities," said the bolder servant.

The Zhao family head, with a cold expression, gave a deep, resounding "hmm."

The man was arrested.

They arrived just in time; Zhao Chen had not yet been transformed into a puppet corpse.

Renbao also uncovered the background of the matchmaker and the man, revealing that they were in cahoots with Qiu Rushi.

The man was highly skilled in martial arts and had excellent agility; his job was to kill.

Hongniang learned about corpse refining from ancient books and gradually became a corpse breeder, refining corpses to do her dirty deeds.

Longhu Inn has been sealed off.

The people in the city were terrified when they heard the news. For several days in a row, they hid their children as soon as it got dark, fearing that they might be targeted by unscrupulous people.

The matchmaker was imprisoned in the government dungeon with the man, and on the very day she was covered in sores and her body swelled up like a ball.

He was beheaded and his head displayed to the public three days later.

Following Renbao's advice, the Zhao family head stopped insisting on arranging a posthumous marriage for Zhao Chen and buried him directly. He donated tens of thousands of taels of silver to Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and to repair bridges, repenting for the mistakes he had made before.

He returned Zhu Qingdai's indenture and gave her one hundred taels of silver to settle down and make a living.

Before leaving, Renbao gave the Zhao family head a pill: "Give this to your mother, and she will become smarter."

The head of the Zhao family accepted the gift with both hands. His elderly mother was in poor health and often confused. He was extremely grateful: "Thank you very much, young Taoist priest. I will definitely do good deeds and accumulate merit in the future."

Renbao nodded: "Those who listen to me will suffer less after death and will be able to get reincarnated sooner."

The Zhao family head's expression froze.

He discovered that this young Taoist priest really loved using the word "death"...

"Little Taoist priest, I don't want to go back to that home. Is that considered unfilial? Will I be punished after I die?" Zhu Qingdai left the Zhao family and stood at the crossroads somewhat bewildered, unable to help but ask Renbao.

Renbao looked at her face and said, "Your father and mother sold you. They voluntarily severed their ties with you. Of course you don't want them."

With tears in his eyes, Zhu Yaozu grabbed Zhu Qingdai and said, "Sister, where are you going if you don't go home? In this world, it's so hard for a woman like you to get by."

"What's the point of going back? To be sold out by them again?" Zhu Qingdai pulled her hand back, her tone somewhat cold.

Renbao looked at Zhu Yaozu, then at Zhu Qingdai, and pointed out a path to her: "Go east, and you will find your real home tomorrow."

"Thank you, young Taoist priest." Zhu Qingdai bowed respectfully and walked eastward without looking back.

"Sister, take this hundred taels to keep yourself safe." Zhu Yaozu felt indescribably sad when he saw that she wouldn't change her mind, and tears streamed down his face.

Zhu Qingdai waved her hand: "No need. Since it's money to buy out family ties, you can give it to them."

As she shrank into a black shadow, Zhu Yaozu knelt on the ground and wailed.

"elder sister."

Renbao patted him on the shoulder: "Don't cry, you have your own path to follow, you'll become a very good carpenter."

Zhu Yaozu looked up, only to find that Renbao was no longer there.

The old Taoist priest beside him chased after him a few steps and shouted, "Boss, you haven't mentioned me yet!"

"Do good deeds and don't worry about the future."

Renbao's sweet voice floated in the air and clearly reached the old Taoist's ears.

He couldn't express his feelings, but he murmured these words and kept them in his heart.

If we are destined to meet, we will meet again.

Renbao walked on the road to the underworld, without returning to the Corpse Driver Clan. She had fulfilled all the promises she made to others, not only earning money but also accumulating merit!

She's going home!

Renbao stepped onto the path of the dead, but misjudged the situation; she ended up stepping on the emperor on the dragon throne.

Eyes wide open.

"Uncle Emperor." Renbao stretched out his chubby little hand to greet him, ignoring the Emperor's face, which was contorted with pain, and sat down next to him without hesitation.

The drowsiness of the civil and military officials attending the morning court session was completely swept away, and they stared intently at Renbao.

Little Celestial Master, do you even know what position you're sitting on?