Chapter 4

Smacking his lips, the Bi Fire Divine Owl seemed unsatisfied, especially trying to show a rich range of facial expressions, wanting to express the deep sorrow of losing a beauty. However, before he could fully display it, he seemed to be overfull and let out a series of burps, emitting a stench of corpse, ruining the scene.

Annoyed, the Bi Fire Divine Owl called out, "Liu Shoucai, what are you standing there for! Hurry up and collect the merit! Gagaga, four six, four six!"

"Coming!" When it was time to share the benefits, Liu Shoucai immediately darted to the coffin in the middle, holding his left wrist level and pressing his right index and middle fingers on the birthmark on his wrist. He shouted loudly, "Collect!"

A strange wind suddenly arose, and a bit of peculiar golden light flew out from the coffin.

The Bi Fire Divine Owl suddenly shouted, "Gagaga... why is there so little?"

Liu Shoucai was also puzzled. This 200-year-old moonlight corpse should have been enough to form a red mole on his birthmark. Why was there so little golden light of merit?

"Strange, why is there so little?"

"I get it, Master!" the Bi Fire Divine Owl called out.

"Speak your mind, or let it out!" After Liu Shoucai collected the golden light, the red mole on his wrist didn't even form, making him somewhat frustrated. With a noisy white rooster chirping in his ear, he naturally wasn't in a good mood.

"This beauty never killed anyone. Gagaga, no wonder there's almost no merit." The Bi Fire Divine Owl's voice was also somewhat depressed, not because of the mistaken killing of a 'good person.' Although he was full, he didn't get any real benefits.

"The next one is yours. Gagaga," the Bi Fire Divine Owl turned and ran back to the chicken coop, flapped his wings a few times, and transformed back into a lazy white rooster, tucking his head under his wing. "I'm done!"

"I also find it strange," Badou said.

"What are you puzzled about?" Liu Shoucai asked.

Badou pointed out the window. The two of them were sitting in the car, discussing the issue.

"Didn't you find it too easy to get rid of those six little ghosts just now?"

Badou was a meticulous person, though introverted and fond of using flowery language, he was still reliable.

Liu Shoucai naturally thought of what this country bumpkin had thought of. This wasn't hindsight, but rather a realization after getting rid of the moonlight corpse and finding the merit golden light insufficient.

"Your point is, those six little ghosts didn't harm anyone either? But their grudges are so strong." Liu Shoucai said calmly, his mind racing with this question.

There were indeed many examples of ghosts who hadn't harmed anyone but had strong grudges. In theory, as long as they were exorcised, one could harvest the power of merit. If Badou had been the one to eliminate those six little ghosts, he would have taken the merit, which was why Liu Shoucai didn't want to compete with his brother.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't consider the issue. Liu Shoucai believed that such ghosts existed, but how could a zombie that had never harmed anyone survive for 200 years just by moonlight?

Thinking about this, Liu Shoucai turned and asked, "Little White, how did that moonlight corpse taste?"

"Gagaga..."

"Oh, one chirp means it was delicious, two chirps mean it was average, three chirps mean it was bad." Liu Shoucai asked again.

Little White, still tucked under his wing in the chicken coop, chirped three times again.

"Not good? That means it really didn't drink any blood. Badou, what do you think? Whether it's the moonlight corpse or those little ghosts, if they didn't harm anyone, what were they doing?"

After thinking for a long time without any conclusion, Liu Shoucai instructed Badou, "Drive, let's go into the village."

The road ahead appeared again, as if there had never been a battle.

The car stopped at the village entrance. The old village faced south, and in the middle of the entrance road was an ancient well with a wooden pulley, which creaked in the wind.

On both sides of the village entrance were two hundred-year-old willows, their thick branches looking somewhat eerie under the moonlight.

"This village seems a bit off," Liu Shoucai muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the surroundings through the car window.

Badou nodded, "It's quite strange. The extremely yin transformation of six ghosts and one corpse should produce a bit of yang energy, but where is that yang energy?"

"There's no barking, no roosters crowing, not even the sound of insects. The village is completely silent. I bet there isn't a single awake person in the entire village," Liu Shoucai said in a low voice.

It seemed he needed to leave himself a way out and not rush in recklessly. That girl, Xiaojiu, always caused him trouble. He decided to give her a good scolding when he got back, so she wouldn't be so任性 (reckless) anymore.

"Badou, find the ink line. Take Little White and the three incense sticks. If necessary, let Little White transform into the Bi Fire Divine Owl. There's something powerful in this village, and I don't like being led around by these things," Liu Shoucai shook his head and walked towards the well at the village entrance.

"Do not drink the village water under the moon, do not touch the old tree roots at midnight. The stone mill may hide a vengeful ghost, kneel three times and bow four times to proceed."

Liu Shoucai's face turned grim. The old saying mentioned three things that could encounter vengeous ghosts, and he had already encountered two before even entering the village. He even maliciously thought that the center of the village might have a stone mill that had been there for hundreds of years. If it really existed... would that count as hitting the jackpot?

But it seemed he had already hit the jackpot, at least in his many years, he had never seen a setup where six ghosts and one corpse were used as an opening act. Whatever was inside was definitely not simple. But this was just the village; the root of the problem was the ancestral graves under East Mountain... damn, he couldn't even think about it!

Unconsciously, Liu Shoucai had already reached the edge of the ancient well. The creaking of the pulley in the wind seemed like a calling, making Liu Shoucai unconsciously reach out and touch it, then lean forward to look into the well.

Hmm?

Liu Shoucai's eyes widened as he saw the reflection of a full moon in the well, shining like white jade, pure and clean. The well seemed very deep, but the moon seemed to dominate the entire well, reflecting moonlight from the bottom.

"This is not a good omen, such heavy yin energy," Liu Shoucai tried to straighten up, but suddenly realized that his hand on the pulley was frozen! In the weather of July or August, his forearm and fingers had lost all sensation!

Not good!

Liu Shoucai felt something heavy push him from behind! His body, seemingly out of control, was about to fall into the well!

"Bang!" At this critical moment, a fist struck Liu Shoucai's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Then, a series of bangs followed, coming and going quickly.

Only Badou's voice remained, "It ran!"

"Help me up, damn it, I fell for it even though I knew better," Liu Shoucai's face was pale with fear, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. This was no joke; he had thought he could take a quick look at the well with his skills, but he had unknowingly fallen for it, almost being pushed into the well.

"Did you see what it was?" Liu Shoucai asked Badou, who was helping him up.

"I couldn't see clearly, it didn't seem to be human," Badou said.

Really? Liu Shoucai raised his eyebrows and turned to look back at the village. Not human? Could there be spirits or monsters here? For a moment, Liu Shoucai felt his head was about to explode. How could such a small village be so chaotic? Wasn't he allowed to live? He had a clear idea of giving Xiaojiu's butt a good beating.

"Is the ink line ready?" Liu Shoucai had recovered, and his stiff arm had regained sensation. After all, he had just been affected by ghostly energy, which dissipated quickly.

"Ready," Badou said.

"Let's go, string the line, and seal off the village entrance first," Liu Shoucai said through gritted teeth. No matter what was in the village, if it provoked Liu Shoucai, it would be either you or me! It had to be admitted that Liu Shoucai had a bit of a petty character in this regard.

In this world, everything has its counter. Ancient people, relying on their wisdom, identified and organized many strange things, which could be combined or used individually to achieve so-called 'magic.' In fact, those who could perform magic were just people who knew many things that ordinary people didn't know or understand.

[Recommended for collection, remember to finish reading! Hehe, don't make me cry for you!]

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