Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Li Feng smiled. No wonder the Corpse Lord in front of him looked somewhat familiar; it was the same Corpse Lord who had fallen asleep in the west wing.

He laughed because the meal tasted quite good, but he never expected it to be a terrible meal.

The people in those workshops that Mr. Lin mentioned are truly cunning and treacherous. That's why they came to the Corpse Master's door before it was even time to sew the corpse back together.

Although the cheap master hadn't explained all the explicit and implicit rules of the corpse-stitching profession, Li Feng had learned about them from the master's life story. This was the Corpse Master's question.

The Corpse Lord's questioning is the most taboo thing in the sect. Think about it, the corpse hasn't been sewn up yet, and the Corpse Lord comes to you to ask questions. It's not that you need to sew it up evenly. If you sew it up wrong, you'll be sent away right now.

So before that, they gave you a meal. In the common saying, the meal before death is the meal given to the dead. The corpse god gives you this meal first. The meaning is very simple: if you eat well, you can work. If you don't do the work well, they will send you away.

After finishing their meal, they heard the Corpse Lord ask with a smile, "Master, we couldn't meet in the mortal world. Now that we've come to this place, you must let me see it properly, otherwise I won't feel at ease on my journey."

Li Feng didn't respond. He only heard a noise outside. It was Yu Yatou quietly asking Mr. Lin at the door why he had been sleeping for so long.

Mr. Lin didn't reply, and told Yu Ya to go back and wait.

Li Feng realized that Mr. Lin must have anticipated the situation and had already squatted down at the door.

I didn't see Mr. Lin barge in; he's probably about to ruin the situation.

It seems that I have to solve this problem myself.

Fortunately, after listening to what the Corpse Lord said, Li Feng understood. The Corpse Lord was using his mouth to ask for his birth date and time. If he gave him his birth date and time, he would have to bear the consequences. No matter how things were discussed afterward, it would all fall on his head.

After a moment's thought, Li Feng had a plan in mind. He quickly stepped forward and said, "I dare not accept your title of 'sir.' You are the one who is in charge here. As for whether we are familiar with each other, I dare not say anything formal. But everyone in the surrounding area knows my reputation. I'm just telling you this quietly, hoping that you will give me a good word for me when you get there."

Having said that, the birth chart was naturally given, but it wasn't his own; otherwise, Li Feng wouldn't have mentioned the martial arts technique in the previous sentence.

You're just a young man from Suolongzhuang, don't you know what "bashi" means?

After he said it, the Corpse Lord's pale face turned even more frosty, and he stammered as he spoke. It took him a while before he was about to kowtow to Li Feng.

Little did anyone expect that Li Feng, with quick reflexes, would first kowtow to the Corpse Lord.

The Corpse Lord was so frightened that he staggered, his body trembling three times. He was about to kowtow to Li Feng again, but Li Feng was too fast for him. Before his head could even touch the ground, Li Feng had already kowtowed to him once more.

The man and the corpse kowtowed to each other four times. The man became more energetic with each kowtow, while the corpse became less courageous.

"Alright, sir, you're all settled now. We won't keep you any longer."

After saying that, Corpse Lord started hopping towards the outside, but with a thud, he didn't even manage to step over the threshold and fell flat on his face.

Li Feng sneered inwardly. In a daze, he opened his eyes and saw a light appear before him. He then realized that it was Yu Yatou who had come in with a lamp lit, looking at him anxiously.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Hearing the shout, Li Feng hurriedly waved his hand, coughed, and sat up. He then took a cup of tea handed to him by Yu Yatou, wiped his mouth, and finally exhaled the pent-up frustration in his chest.

Seeing a dead person is never a good thing.

This breath had to be released naturally.

"Ahem, from now on, just call me 'brother.' I'm only a little older than you. Don't keep calling me 'grandpa,' it doesn't sound good if word gets out."

Seeing the anxious look on Yu's face, Li Feng felt a warmth in his heart. However, he still needed to remind her of the proper way to address her, otherwise she might accidentally use the wrong term.

He knew very well the weight of this girl's words. She was someone who could coax even the local earth god back, so her words must have some weight to them. Naturally, he had his own calculations.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yatou's eyes reddened slightly, thinking that Li Feng was about to try to get rid of him again.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry. Call me whatever you want, but it's a little weird to keep calling me by such a different generation."

"Alright, sir!"

Hearing Yu Yatou call out again, her clear voice made one's heart burn with desire. Li Feng didn't dare to look at Yu Yatou. Although she had a face full of pockmarks, her figure was still shapely. Not to mention, Li Feng had seen what Yu Yatou looked like before.

If we keep thinking like this, the fire in the furnace will probably burst out again.

"Sir, I'll bring you your food; it's just been heated up."

"Okay, okay."

Li Feng didn't dare let Yu Yatou linger any longer and quickly told her to leave.

After taking another sip of tea, I finally calmed down a bit.

"hey-hey."

Only then did Mr. Lin walk in from outside, with a harmless smile on his face.

"I knew you could do this, kid. So, how was your first move?"

Hearing Mr. Lin's words, Li Feng shook his head. "How much depth can be tested? It's all hidden behind his back. How could we possibly see him?"

Mr. Lin shook his head. "That's not what I mean. The fact that you woke up and are acting like nothing happened means that he lost. As for how he lost, I don't know yet, but you probably do."

Li Feng frowned, recalling the scene in his dream where the Corpse Lord jumped and fell on the threshold. He roughly understood that the man had probably already fallen to a lower level.

"Hey, it's almost time, time to go sew up the corpse."

Mr. Lin glanced at Li Feng's expression, then stopped asking questions, put his hands behind his back, chewed on some salted beans, and walked away.

Li Feng had no idea what Mr. Lin was up to, but judging from the commotion in the west wing, with the door shaking, he figured the expert behind it all had another trick up his sleeve.

Ignoring her, he ate a bite of food in the side room. While eating, he kept glancing at Yu Yatou following him at the door. His expression softened a little, as he was afraid that he would fall into that dream again.

After eating and drinking his fill, Li Feng went to the main hall and offered three incense sticks to the local earth god. The earth god still didn't give him a good look, and the three incense sticks burned out in a muddy mess, leaning to one side or the other.

Li Feng shook his head, wondering why this local deity, who was supposed to be a righteous god, was so petty. He didn't say anything more, and instead asked Yu Ya to light three incense sticks for Anwen. The incense burned beautifully.

Nodding to himself, Li Feng packed up his tools, rubbed his hands together to get some calluses, pushed open the door to the west wing with a little force, and stepped inside.

The door panel, which had been swaying, stopped with a bang.