The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

Xiao Jin turned to Yun Zi'ang and said, "At first, Xiao Jin also thought he was a corpse refiner."

"He had such a strong malevolent aura about him, and he was carrying zombies. Xiao Jin even told An An to be careful of him. But after Sister Huihui left, the malevolent aura on Brother dissipated."

"This means that the evil aura was something he picked up, not his own. If someone were truly a corpse refiner, they would definitely carry evil energy with them, damaging their merits, and they wouldn't be able to hide it. But my brother doesn't have any of that."

Yun Zi'ang listened, seemingly understanding but not quite: "So Yuan Wei is actually just a corpse watcher? I thought he was some kind of mastermind, but it turns out he's just a small fry."

Xiao Jin nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Yun Ziang exclaim "Eh!"

She turned her head and saw that Yun Ziang had walked to the wall at some point, where two white freezers, each about half a person's height, stood with their doors half-closed.

He casually opened one of the doors a crack, and an even stronger stench rushed out.

He looked down and froze on the spot, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

"vomit--"

Yun Ziang suddenly turned his head, grabbed the wall, and began to gag.

He waved his hands while vomiting, his face as pale as paper: "Don't come any closer, little miss, don't look... in there... ugh..."

The more he acted this way, the more curious Xiao Jin became, and she tiptoed towards the freezer. She was short, and the freezer was tall, so even after jumping twice, she still couldn't see inside.

Suddenly, Qiu An reached out from the side, pressed her head down, and froze her in place.

Xiao Jin was like a chick that had been held down, stretching out her two little hands and flapping them.

"Children shouldn't watch this," Qiu An said.

Xiao Jin retorted, "Xiao Jin is four years old! She's not a little kid anymore! Xiao Jin is very capable!"

Qiu An ignored her, only turned her head to look into the freezer, and then raised her hand to close the door.

When the cabinet door was closed, the stench that had been stirred up in the air slowly dissipated.

He took a half step back, his expression so indifferent that it was impossible to discern his emotions, but his eyes were clearly deep.

Yun Ziang leaned against the wall to stand up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and his voice was still a little weak:

"Holy crap, this is really weird. Putting the body in the freezer and placing the coffin right next to it, what are these people trying to do?"

Qiu An did not answer immediately.

He glanced at the two freezers, then at the coffins against the wall, and his brow furrowed slowly.

The contents of the freezer were not processed, while those in the coffin were the result of failed processing.

As if remembering something, he whispered, "Could this be part of an industry chain?"

"What did you say?" Yun Zi'ang didn't hear clearly.

Qiu An shook his head: "It's nothing. It just feels like this place doesn't resemble a hideout, but rather a transit point."

"A transit station?" Yun Zi'ang's face paled even more. "You mean, like sorting packages, these corpses have to be sent elsewhere?"

Qiu An didn't continue.

He turned to look at Xiao Jin, who was still struggling against the hand pressing on her head, and said, "No need to guess, we'll think about it later. Let's talk about what to do now. There are more than just one or two corpses; if we don't handle them properly, it will cause a lot of trouble."

"Should we burn it?" Xiao Jin suddenly asked.

My master said that such a corpse should not be kept.

Yun Zi'ang was stunned: "Burn it down? Is that legal?"

Qiu An looked at her, as if he was seriously considering it.

Two seconds later, he replied, "Burning it is the cleanest way. This building is full of evil spirits and heavy yin energy, and no one comes here. If you set it on fire, there won't be any trace left."

"Isn't this too hasty?" Yun Zi'ang swallowed hard. "What if the police investigate, and we're here in the middle of the night..."

"So you have other ideas?" Qiu An countered. "What they're doing can't be brought to light, but we're not exactly in the same boat either. A fox demon and a four-year-old child, coming to catch zombies in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."

"When the police arrive, will you be able to explain yourself clearly?"

Yun Ziang opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

He scratched his head, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait, it seems there's someone who can handle this."

He glanced at Xiao Jin. "It's that guy named Kong Zheng. Didn't they take over Li Yifa's territory last time in Nanhai City? If we can get them to clean up the mess this time, we'll save ourselves a lot of trouble."

Qiu An's expression changed slightly: "Kong Zheng? Kong Ji's disciple?"

"Yes, you know him too?" Yun Ziang's eyes lit up.

"I know his master." Qiu An's tone turned cold, as if he had brought up some extremely unpleasant old story. "Back then, I was chased by Kong Ji for six whole years. During those six years, I hid with my tail between my legs and hid everywhere. I only dared to come out again after he finally stopped using his magic. It's best to stay away from those people with the surname Kong."

Xiao Jin looked up and retorted, "Kong Kong isn't a bad person. He even treated me to egg yolks."

Qiu An reached out and pinched her cheek, half warning and half joking: "They all have the surname Kong, they're all old-fashioned. They look kind and soft-hearted, but behind your back they could crack open your little head and see what's inside. Don't play with them."

Xiao Jin frowned, looking incredulous: "No way."

Qiu An was too lazy to argue with a child, and only looked at Yun Ziang: "If you want to call him over, then I'll leave first. I don't want to run into those people."

Yun Zi'ang thought for a moment and said, "I'll test the waters first. It's the middle of the night, he might not actually come. If he can send someone, we'll hand this over and go back to sleep."

As he spoke, he had already taken out his phone.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

Kong Zheng's voice was clearly sleepy and a little hoarse: "Yun Zi'ang? What's wrong so late?"

Yun Zi'ang cleared his throat, lowering his voice to a mysterious hue: "Master Kong, have you ever seen a zombie?"

Kong Zheng was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone. When he spoke again, his voice was eight-tenths clearer: "Zombies? Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. We ran into a batch here, just finished dealing with them, and there's still some finishing touches left." Yun Ziang deliberately spoke casually, as if asking for help with a not-too-difficult math problem. "I just wanted to ask if you have any experience dealing with zombies, and if you could give me some pointers."

Kong Zheng was indeed hooked.

His tone became somewhat urgent, but he still managed to control himself: "Where are you? Is the scene safe? What grade are those zombies? Are they corpses created by someone, or wild corpses?"

Yun Ziang moved the phone closer to Xiao Jin and said, "Xiao Jin is here too, let her talk to you."

Xiao Jin leaned closer and softly called out, "Kong Kong."

Upon hearing that it was Xiao Jin, Kong Zheng's tone became even more serious: "Xiao Jin, are you sure they are zombies? How many are there? Are you all unharmed?"

Xiao Jin obediently replied, "They're zombies, created by someone. There's one, two, three... Xiao Jin, count them!"

She actually pointed to each of the coffins with her finger, "Four. There's one more in the freezer. Xiao Jin didn't see it, but An An said it smells terrible."

"Send me the address," Kong Zheng said. "I'm not in your area. But I'll send someone over now; they'll be there in half an hour."

Yun Ziang took the phone back, gave the address, and confirmed it again: "Are your people really capable of handling this? Don't come here and ask for my ID card, and then arrest us."

Kong Zheng ignored his banter: "You guys wait in a safe place. I'll send someone over in half an hour."

Hang up when you're done.

Yun Zi'ang stared at his phone screen, his expression somewhat subtle: "Half an hour? It's like ordering takeout. Looks like this group really is an organization. A Taoist alliance or an exorcism company?"

Qiu An walked over from the window, having lost all patience to stay any longer: "They're here. I'm going back to the car. Don't tell them I'm here."

He walked to the door, then looked back at Xiao Jin and said, "Xiao Jin, let's stop here tonight. Don't investigate any further."

Xiao Jin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Qiu An turned and went downstairs, disappearing into the night like a shadow.

Yun Ziang led Xiao Jin to the outside of the building and found a relatively clean step to sit down.

The two, one big and one small, sat side by side, both resting their chins on their hands.

The night breeze blew through the wild grass, carrying the scent of earth and cool dew.

Yun Ziang glanced down at the time; twenty-five minutes had passed.

He muttered to himself, "Won't we be late? It's the middle of the night, don't stand us up."

Xiao Jin suddenly looked up at the distance and said, "Someone's coming."

Yun Zi'ang followed her gaze.

In the darkness, several figures were indeed rapidly approaching. They walked slowly, side by side, like a defensive line.

As they drew closer, Yun Ziang finally saw clearly that it was a group of people dressed in Taoist robes, about a dozen of them, some young and some old, each carrying a bag, and some even carrying bamboo boxes.

At the head of the group was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a short beard, who had a calm demeanor and seemed to be the leader.

Yun Zi'ang murmured, "This must be a Taoist team-building event."

The group of people quickly approached.

The middle-aged Taoist priest at the head of the group glanced at them, his gaze finally settling on Xiao Jin. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you the Xiao Jin that Senior Brother Kong Zheng mentioned?"

Xiao Jin stood up, tilted her little face up, and said in a clear, crisp voice, "I'm Xiao Jin!"

The group of Taoist priests looked at each other, seemingly not expecting that "Xiao Jin" was such a beautiful and delicate little girl.

Yun Ziang spoke up at the right moment: "The things are all inside the building. I'll take you there."

He led the group into the building, gave them a few brief instructions, and before they could ask any more questions, he picked up Xiao Jin and said with a smile, "The child is sleepy, we'll go back first. We'll leave the rest to you senior brothers."

He turned and left as soon as he finished speaking, his steps quick and hurried, as if afraid of being stopped by someone.

Once inside the car, he let out a long sigh of relief and turned to Qiu An, saying, "It really is an organization. A row of Taoist priests, like they're doing morning exercises."

Qiu An leaned back in the back seat, lazily closing his eyes: "Those who can come are not truly powerful. A true master would never come out in the middle of the night to collect corpses."

Xiao Jin was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, and she was using the fox-shaped bag in her arms as a pillow.

Yun Ziang covered her coat back up, which had slipped down, and gently shushed her. "Go back first, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"My little aunt is so sleepy she can barely keep her eyes open."

As Yun Ziang spoke, the car turned around in the night and headed back the way it came.