Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

Before the disheveled boy could finish speaking, a piece of yellow paper at his feet set his trouser leg on fire, causing him to scream in terror. It took a while to extinguish the flames.

He couldn't help but silently beg the City God for forgiveness.

When Li Feng and his two companions entered, they discovered that the small room was packed with people, including several familiar faces.

Besides Yang Liuzi, who was lying on the ground with his injuries, there was also the county magistrate and some of his family members, not to mention the Jiang Liuer and his apprentice, who had been promised to be hired on his behalf.

To Li Feng's surprise, the wealthy man surnamed Feng had also survived the ordeal and was now hiding inside, trembling with fear.

Everyone was gathered around the statue inside, holding it tightly in their hands, afraid that if they strayed too far, they would be caught by the evil spirits outside.

When Li Feng looked up at the statue, he was astonished to find that they had even moved the statue of the City God from the main hall into the temple.

Yang Liuzi had sharp eyes and saw Li Feng's face appear. He hurriedly tried to get up, but Li Feng waved him off.

Seeing that Yang Liuzi looked unwell and was covered in a thick layer of wax, Li Feng called out, "Anyone who knows what happened, tell me what happened!"

To Li Feng's surprise, the wealthy man, Mr. Feng, struggled to his feet, staggered over to Li Feng, and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "Master, let me speak, let me speak..."

Looking at Master Feng, Hong Xiang'er frowned, clearly recognizing his true identity as a swindler.

"We were just talking about the incident in Waibozi Village, and we thought that with the skills of the two master chefs, we could handle it without any problems. But who would have thought that things would get even worse? It's not just about the kids crying anymore."

"Although the children stopped crying, there were still tears in their eyes. The tears were sticky, and it was later discovered that they were actually from a lamp candle. The neighbors were so frightened that they rushed over to the door."

"We never expected that after we said we should take a look at each other's faces, they wouldn't give us any face. Not only did the kids not calm down, but the adults were also in tears, crying their eyes out. If there was even a tear in the corner of their eye, they would look like this."

"Hey, that's hardly human anymore! It's not human anymore. You see people with lanterns on their heads and candle wax dripping from their eyes? Those are called 'human wax figures'!"

It wasn't Master Feng who spoke; Master Jiang Liu'er, who was behind him, directly interrupted him.

"This can only be attributed to our lack of skill, which harmed the people. We deserve to die, hehe..."

After saying this, the white-haired old man looked sorrowful.

"What methods did you use?"

Li Feng didn't continue the conversation, but changed the subject instead.

"What other means could we use? Since there's a powerful fox spirit behind it, we set up a stage to put on a grand show for that fox spirit. We should send it away and stop it from harming the people here."

Hong Xiang'er was about to speak when Li Feng gave her a look and continued, "And then?!"

"Is that how it is? You're a skilled shopkeeper, how could you not see the trick to it? If it's not quite right, you should just give up on it and leave as soon as possible."

Jiang Liu'er's master spoke with a hint of anger, glanced at Li Feng once, and said no more. Then he closed his eyes, looking like he was seriously injured.

"Heh, just because your cooking isn't good enough doesn't mean someone else's cooking is bad too!"

Hongxiang'er was still angry and even chimed in with a remark.

Jiang Liuer glanced at Hong Xiang'er, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Just then, I heard the howling wind outside again, hitting something and making a clanging noise that annoyed me.

"Hey, here we go again!"

The county magistrate trembled upon hearing the voice, his voice shaking uncontrollably, "That evil spirit is here again, it's here again!"

Hearing the commotion, everyone inside the house except for Li Feng and his two companions was on edge.

Especially the county magistrate's family members, who were holding a small baby in their arms. The baby was crying and shouting, and was cold. Strangely enough, a white, cold aura was emanating from its body.

"Light the lamps! Light the lamps now!"

The county magistrate's wife screamed in anguish, trying to snatch the broken candlestick and light the candle.

"What are you ordering? Order your mother's...!"

The magistrate staggered as he spoke, then slapped his frail wife hard across the ground, shattering her into pieces that littered the floor.

Everyone was shocked by what they saw, not expecting such a situation to occur.

"I always say, they brought this on themselves. Six Ears, bring that baby over, at least give him some life force..."

Hearing his master say this, Jiang Liu'er hesitated, his hands moving unsteadily. "Master, your life is already hanging by a thread, why do you have to do this?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You're making a fool of yourself in front of others. Anyone with real ability wouldn't be standing here watching. You're just a lowly employee, relying on your good fortune to think you're all that."

The craftsman said something sarcastic, then forcibly picked up the child and added some fuel to the fire in the stove. The fire was strong, indicating that the child didn't have much time left, but it managed to keep the child alive.

When the county magistrate saw this, he hurriedly came over to give the monk money, shouting, "Master, master, what good is it for you to save this scoundrel? You get neither money nor fame. Give me some, and I'll build you a temple after this is over."

The master snorted coldly, spat a mouthful of blood at the county magistrate, and then said nothing more.

Hong Xiang'er and Lu Junyi, who were following Li Feng, were furious. This old man was really irritating. They had come to help, but he had turned them into a burden and kept trying to get rid of them.

Lu Junyi was even more indignant. This old man didn't know what was good for him. A while ago, he used underhanded tricks and didn't follow the rules of the establishment to ask people to carry him on their backs. Now he's even insulting people.

Seeing that Li Feng's expression was normal, he glanced at the master, stepped forward, and patted the master's chest to ease the fire in the furnace.

I also collected some ingots.

The master opened his eyes, his face regaining some color. He gave Li Feng a deep look, sighed, and said, "What can we do? We're all going to die anyway!"

As they were talking, they heard the wind outside grow stronger. Before they could think, they saw the statue inside the house shatter like porcelain shards. In the eyes of the City God, two lines of candle tears appeared, dripping onto the wooden board.

The crowd was so frightened that they dared not speak for a moment.

Li Feng remained calm, stepped forward, lifted the man up, and said only one sentence, "Old man, do you dare to come with me?"