Early in the morning, at dawn.
After a while, the villagers of the Guan Family Village had finished boiling water. They carried buckets of water and came to the house where Ninth Uncle and Fang Xiaolong lived.
As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he smelled a disgusting stench. It was extremely ugly.
"Thank you. Thank you, fellow villagers."
"The demons and ghosts in the manor have been eliminated.”Ninth Uncle was serious as he asked the villagers to put down the buckets.
"Oh, Ninth Uncle, what are you? It stinks!" A young man covered his mouth with both hands and looked at the tightly shut door with a disgusted expression.
"That's right, Ninth Uncle. Where's your nephew?"
"It stinks, Ninth Uncle. Don't tell me…your nephew has diarrhea?”
"I think he fell into a shit pit." The men and women of the Guan Family could not help but speak freely while covering their mouths with their hands.
" Uh…villagers, quiet!!" Ninth Uncle frowned slightly and raised his voice by eight decibels!
Silence! Silence!
"My nephew…he just had an epiphany and has become a ghost hunter. This is…expelling the impurities in his body.”Uncle Nine coughed and explained expressionlessly.
"Alright, alright. Villagers, disperse."
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After a quarter of an hour, the steam was misty.
Fang Xiaolong's entire body was soaked in the big wooden bucket, washing away the dirt and mud on his body, and he let out a wave of comfort,"Ah! It's comfortable. It's comfortable in hot water."
"Uncle, thank you." Fang Xiaolong looked at Ninth Uncle, who was standing not far away, and his heart was filled with gratitude.
"What are you thanking me for? Xiaolong, you are my nephew."
"Your parents died early. I raised you since you were young.”Ninth Uncle stared at Fang Xiaolong and spoke from the bottom of his heart. A faint smile appeared on his stoic face as he sighed.
"Xiaolong. When we return to the mortuary, can you promise me one thing?”
"Uncle, no matter what happens in the future. You are my uncle, and I will always be your nephew.”Fang Xiaolong said earnestly as he wiped his upper body with a towel.
"Xiaolong. After we return, I will officially accept you as an inner sect disciple of the Maoshan Sect on behalf of my master!”A trace of determination flashed across Ninth Uncle's stern face as he spoke in a deep voice.
" Uncle, then Brother Wencai and Brother Qiusheng…" Fang Xiaolong was stunned for a while and looked at Ninth Uncle.
"Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are only outer sect disciples. He didn't study well and only thought of slacking off all day. He didn't study talismans or practice boxing properly and only thought of playing tricks.”When Ninth Uncle mentioned these two disciples, he was simply furious.
"Uncle, you mentioned this morning…a corpse breeding ground?”Fang Xiaolong recalled the contents of his secret conversation with Ninth Uncle in the cemetery today and couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
"Hey! I don't have a good idea now." Ninth Uncle could not help but sigh.
"The only way to solve this problem once and for all is to move the grave and open the coffin. As long as there were no corpses, there would be no zombies in the Corpse Nurturing Ground.”Ninth Uncle sat down cross-legged with his palms facing up. He circulated his magic power, and a light blue halo visible to the naked eye appeared all over his body.
"Uncle, why don't... We'll go over tomorrow to persuade Director Su.”Fang Xiaolong soaked his entire body in the wooden bucket and washed his hair.
"Persuade? They won't listen."
"After all…it's hard to leave one's homeland. This is a thought that has been passed down for thousands of years.”Ninth Uncle frowned.
"Phew…are we just going to stay like this?"
"Let's see."
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Clack ~ clack! Giggle ~ Giggle!
The sun had just risen, and a new day was about to arrive.
Fang Xiaolong took a hot bath and changed into a clean, coarse shirt. He had just laid down for a while and was about to go back to sleep.
On the other side, on the official road.
"Giddyup!"
Qiu Sheng was riding on a horse and galloping with all his might. He looked anxious.
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Two hours later, in the Guan Family Residence, in the Patriarch's ancestral residence.
"Chief Guan, are you really not going to consider it?”Ninth Uncle was wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a peach wood sword on his back. He sat beside Chief Su and frowned.
"Hu…Ninth Uncle, please forgive this old man for not agreeing.”
"You want us to move the graves and coffins of our ancestors for generations…This is simply unacceptable to the clansmen.”Director Su's hair was white and his face was wrinkled. He held his walking stick with both hands and had a solemn expression.
"Hey! Forget it, it's heaven's will." Ninth Uncle stroked his beard with his right hand and let out a long sigh. It was as if he could see the lives of the Guan family in misery.
Stomp ~ stomp!
"Patriarch, there's someone outside who claims to be Ninth Uncle's disciple. His name is Qiu Sheng.”
"He said that he had something urgent to discuss and came to visit Ninth Uncle.”A middle-aged farmer hurriedly walked in and bowed to Director Su.
"Qiusheng! Quickly let him in." When Ninth Uncle heard this name, he suddenly raised his right hand.
After a while, Qiu Sheng stumbled in and knelt in front of Ninth Uncle.
"Master! Master! Something bad has happened."
"What's wrong? Tell me slowly." Ninth Uncle quickly stood up and observed Qiu Sheng carefully. He found that there was a trace of Yin Qi on him.
"Master, the mortuary is haunted. Wencai was poisoned!" Qiu Sheng hugged Ninth Uncle's thigh with both hands. His eyes were red and teary.
"What?! The mortuary is haunted?" Ninth Uncle's pupils constricted. He could not believe his ears. Was he hallucinating?
"What kind of monster is this? How dare you take advantage of my absence to cause trouble.”
"Hu…Clan Leader Guan, I'm sorry. The mortuary is haunted. I have to go back quickly.”Ninth Uncle turned around and said goodbye to Chief Su.
"Ninth Uncle, here are eight dollars. Take it."
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