Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

As the burly man barged in, everyone present reacted differently. Wang Qian, the young steward who had been sipping tea, almost dropped his teacup. His youthful face showed some impatience, and he was about to speak when he remembered his current identity as the guardian of this place, someone who was there to set up the scene.

Hearing that this person had come to do something, how could he say such a thing? It was indeed not in line with his status, so he immediately swallowed his words.

Mr. Lin raised an eyebrow, secretly thinking to himself, "The ancestor really did have some skills; he really predicted it correctly."

Lu Junyi and Lin Zhangduo exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They hadn't expected that what Mr. Lin had said would come true; there really was someone looking for work.

Normally, no one comes looking for work, but as soon as this junior steward from Beiding Prefecture arrives, work suddenly comes along too.

The steward, Wang Qian, straightened his expression, carefully examined the burly man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't rush, tell me what happened."

The burly man then hurriedly recounted the whole story. It turned out that they were local thugs from the neighboring Heishui County. When they heard about the incident in Gaoyin County, they ordered a group of men to impersonate river bandits, intending to intercept these passing merchants. Since the merchants dared not use the ferry crossing in Gaoyin County, they naturally had to find other ferry crossings.

The nearest place right now is Heishui County. The local tyrant in Heishui County has just suffered a loss at the hands of Beiding Prefecture and is short of money to recruit soldiers. He is thinking of taking advantage of this situation to expand his own wealth. If he can become a local tyrant, he will gain fame.

But who would have thought that their first business deal would go wrong? They waited for about a month, but no merchants passed by. Just as they were about to head back home, a caravan came by one night. They were about to be robbed by the caravan when the caravan paid them money and let them go.

The next morning, they discovered that the money in their hands was all "dead man's money," which terrified them. How could they have intercepted a caravan, only to find it was a ghost caravan?

The most bizarre thing was that they wanted to go back to Heishui County, but they couldn't find their way back. Fortunately, they were taken care of by others, which gave them direction. After they got out of their way, they found that they had arrived here and saw the temple. They quickly led their people in.

The remaining people were all taken away by that group of ghost merchants, and there has been no further news about them.

When Mr. Lin heard these words, he was surprised but also suppressed a laugh. He realized why the local deity had been so obsequious yesterday, and that made sense.

It turns out that these people from Heishui County were all summoned by the local earth god.

"Fine, fine, you're here to steal our business, and you expect us to help you out? Do you really think Gaoyin County is a charity?"

Wang Qian, the minor steward of Beiding Prefecture, was so angry that he laughed. He originally wanted to kick the group out, but when the burly man and his two lackeys gave him a look, his eyes lit up at the sight of a large bundle of golden hooves.

"Hehe, this is easy to talk about. If you had been sensible and done this earlier, there wouldn't have been so many twists and turns. Just stay here and we'll go and help you out. After all, we're neighbors, so we should know how to treat each other well."

After saying that, Wang Qian gave Mr. Lin a look, and Mr. Lin naturally understood. He stepped forward and put away the golden hoof.

"Alright, it's settled then. But once things are done, we'll need to invite you all over for a visit, otherwise we'll have to go over the rules of this business."

Despite his young age, Wang Qian, the junior steward of Beiding Prefecture, had learned quite a few tricks for making money. He clearly understood the implication in his words: "I've agreed to this for you, but you can't be irresponsible. You must come and support me to bring this matter to a close."

Upon hearing that Wang Qian had taken on the job, the burly man nodded hurriedly, "Absolutely, absolutely. We can't let our master down. We understand these principles."

"Good that you understand, good that you understand. In that case, Mr. Lin, let's go out tonight."

Wang Qian's gaze swept around, but unfortunately, everyone else hurriedly moved away, except for Mr. Lin, who seemed ready to volunteer and was just short of speaking up.

Wang Qian had no choice but to select Mr. Lin. He originally intended to send more people, but after weighing the pros and cons, he thought that he was, after all, the manager of the Sanzhuxiang Hall, and how many people in the industry could compare to him?

Not to mention that Mr. Lin was also a capable man, so they chose to go with him.

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As night fell, the sky was high in the night, and a crescent moon peeked out.

Then a man came running up to the temple gate, panting heavily, his face full of anger. He rushed to the gate and knocked on the door desperately. It took quite a while before someone finally opened the door.

It was Yu Yatou, who looked at the person with surprise. She looked exhausted, and although her clothes were dirty, she didn't look like someone who had fallen on hard times, but rather someone from a wealthy family.

"Who are you looking for?!"

Yu Ya was about to ask a question.

The man was about to storm in when Mr. Lin, who was inside, pushed him out the door as soon as he reached Yu Yatou. "What's going on? Do you think this is a place where just anyone can come and go as they please?"

"I'm looking for someone!"

The man took a deep breath, glanced at Mr. Lin, and finally withdrew his imposing manner.

"Explain yourself, who should I talk to?"

Mr. Lin chewed on a salted bean and leaned against the door as he asked.

"Looking for Lin Fei, the Lin from Beiding Prefecture. Where did he take my young master?"

The man's face turned pale. He was furious at the thought of what had happened on the way. Lin Fei was indeed too cunning, having tricked his young master into coming to Gaoyin County first.

"Your young master, oh, you mean that little steward? He's probably already at the Milky Way by now."

As he said this, Mr. Lin glanced at the clay figure in his hand and unconsciously echoed it.

"Why did my young master go to the Milky Way? Who was he with?"

The man asked in confusion.

Mr. Lin frowned, thought for a long time, and then spoke, "Anyway, it's not just one person. If you go now, you might be able to find a corpse! Hehe..."