Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

"We came in a hurry this time and didn't have time to greet anyone, so we just used what we had on hand. That way, we'll have something to tell anyone who comes later. If any important person gets hurt, we'll lose our heads too."

The middle-aged man introduced a name: Huang the Chief Case Officer, which sounded like a nickname used in the underworld.

"Gentlemen, you are both highly skilled, you must help us out. If this doesn't work out, the world will truly descend into chaos."

Huang Dazhang spoke with tears streaming down his face, but whether he was telling the truth or not is unknown.

Mr. Lin turned to look at Li Feng again, and Li Feng pondered for a moment before nodding.

Mr. Lin then agreed, "My master chef has nodded, don't worry."

The two of them had unknowingly reached a tacit understanding, and their coordinated actions left Chief Huang completely bewildered.

According to the plan the three had discussed, they first needed to find a local river drifter from Suolongzhuang, a picnicker who worshipped the Dragon King and made a living on the Milky Way year-round. However, ever since those corpse retrievers came out, they no longer dared to make a living on the river.

At this time, Huang Dazhang mentioned it, so Li Feng also remembered it. He thought about the whole story of that big pot, but it wasn't the time to hear about the Milky Way changing its course.

It is said that the imperial court once sent people down to investigate, but the matter was dropped and no one found out the truth.

It wasn't until something came out of the river that the story of the Ascension Sect began.

From this connection between the two events, Li Feng gradually formed a clear picture. It seemed that the matter of the Milky Way changing its course was perhaps related to the Ascension Sect.

Thinking about it this way, these thieves are really bold. I wonder what they're going to do for this so-called dream of immortality.

"Once we find this local river drifter, we need to be mindful of the time. Since the master has the skill of divination, please find an auspicious time for him. Then we can invite the master onto the boat. Once we reach the location of their ancestral altar, things will be easier to talk to. We'll take care of things for him. We'll only save people, only save people!"

Huang, the head of the table, made a gesture to bow to Li Feng and his companion, but Li Feng quickly waved his hand. He dared not accept the bow; this world was too strange, and who knew what taboo he might have broken.

Moreover, this time, I'm going to handle my own affairs, and I'll have to kill the entire Ascension Sect in one fell swoop.

Once everything was ready, someone from outside came to report that people from Suolong Village had arrived; they were elders from the village.

When they got outside, they saw an old man with white hair, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, staring at them with his cloudy eyes.

The old man looked somewhat frail, but there was a fierce glint in his eyes that made him a force to be reckoned with.

This was the first time Li Feng had ever seen a picnic. Speaking of which, this old man was one of the earliest masters of Suolong Village.

Nowadays, all the river drifters in the village are his apprentices, so naturally they have some skills.

Behind the old man stood a number of burly men, who didn't seem to be there to help, but rather to demand an explanation.

The magistrate, Huang, frowned slightly, seemingly having guessed what was going on. He called the county magistrate forward and, without saying a word, slapped the elder across the face. The slap nearly killed the elder.

Li Feng was somewhat taken aback, but then he saw that Mr. Lin next to him was calm. Only after looking closely did he realize that the elder and the group of people behind him had quieted down and were listening to the county magistrate's instructions.

This scene left Li Feng speechless; it was truly damn domineering.

With everything arranged, all that was left was to wait for the appointed time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to calculate the time, Mr. Lin secretly said to Li Feng, "I've calculated a good time to dig the nest. Don't let anything slip by. When the time comes, just use all the tricks you've learned."

Li Feng frowned. "Mr. Lin, you'll have to consider this carefully."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin's eyes widened. "You little rascal, you look honest, but you're more cunning than anyone else. You dare say you haven't learned the skills I'm teaching you before? You look like you've been practicing for over sixty years..."

"Alright, alright, whatever you want. I'll definitely cover for you. We've made a profit on this job. First, it relieved your urgent need, and second, it's a good deed for us."

"You didn't see it, this woman is holding the fate of the entire county in her hands. If we keep dragging things out, we should be careful. She's an unethical person, a fortune teller who operates on a 'human' basis..."

Hearing Mr. Lin's instructions, Li Feng nodded. He knew the implications, but he didn't know what effect it would have if the Heaven and Earth Treasure were used on this Chief Clerk Huang from the capital.

Just as he was thinking to himself, Huang, the head of the case, walked in and asked if the time had been calculated, saying that everything was ready.

Mr. Lin nodded, then pointed to a time with his finger, indicating that it was midnight tonight.

Upon hearing this, Chief Judge Huang nodded and calmed down to wait for the appointed time.

As the night deepened and the crescent moon began to emerge, Li Feng felt relieved. He had noticed the strangeness of the Milky Way on this full moon night, with its surging waters, and wondered what strange things might be hidden within it.

Taking advantage of these opportunities, Huang Dazhang did indeed act dishonestly, just as Mr. Lin had said, seizing every chance to expose Li Feng's past misdeeds.

Unexpectedly, Li Feng brought him some ingots to offset some of the debt.

Seeing that his ingots had decreased significantly, Huang Da Zhang An no longer dared to approach Li Feng. This left Mr. Lin stunned, who secretly whispered in Li Feng's ear, wondering if Li Feng had used some trickery.

Li Feng shook his head, puzzled.

Seeing that he couldn't get any more information out of him, Mr. Lin stopped talking.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was midnight. Huang, the head steward, called to the group and they marched in a grand procession toward the river.

The man leading the way with the torch was a river drifter, who, judging from his words, was easily frail. He was the one who could best probe for any suspicious activity by walking inside.

After wading through a dry field, I could smell the fishy smell of water. The torchlight illuminated some of the river scenery, but the wind was quite strong that night, making the torches sway like a summoning spirit.

Not long after he started walking, Li Feng felt the wind on his face and increasingly felt that something was wrong. The wind was carrying moisture, which was exactly the same as the scene that the big pot had predicted when he went down into the tomb.

Is the world about to change?

Li Feng glanced at the crescent moon in the sky; it was still only half, and he immediately felt a little more at ease.

They had only taken a couple of steps when someone ahead reported that someone had gotten stuck in the mud and had been taken away by the Earth God.

Just as they were speaking, someone else spoke up, saying that another one was missing.

In less than half an hour, five burly men carrying torches had been lost, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.

Huang, who had been at the front desk, jogged to the back and whispered to Mr. Lin, "Sir, is there anything wrong with the time you calculated?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lin's eyes widened immediately. "Where is the mistake? There can't be a mistake."

Seeing that Mr. Lin's expression was not good, Huang, the head clerk, said no more and followed ahead.

Mr. Lin, meanwhile, began to ponder to himself, muttering to himself, "That old man shouldn't have given Xiang food. Could it be that his cooking skills have really gone wrong?"

After speaking, he glanced back at Li Feng.

Li Feng didn't say anything, but his thoughts were somewhat heavy.

After waiting for a short while, someone came from ahead and said that there were two more people!

The riverboat drifter, who had been standing there, finally shouted, "Water Scoundrel, it's Water Scoundrel... how did he manage to climb ashore!"