Hearing Ninth Uncle's words, Lin Fan couldn't help but frown. Ninth Uncle was planning to use the price of his punishment to bribe the ghost soldiers so that they would let Ah Wang off and not take his soul away.
This kind of method that did not benefit anyone at all and only benefited others was the worst choice. Lin Fan was starting to hate these nether soldiers from the underworld.
The 200,000 taels of nether money were printed very quickly. Ninth Uncle had also made all the preparations and was waiting for the arrival of the nether soldiers tomorrow night.
Early the next morning, Aunt Ah Qing sent Ah Wang to the mortuary. In her opinion, rather than letting Ah Wang wait until night to send him over, it was better to stay at the mortuary during the day.
Ah Wang didn't seem as scared as last night. With Lin Fan, Wen Cai, and the others around, he finally smiled.
Even Little Orange, who had been sleeping on its stomach, came up to play with Ah Wang.
However, time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, a day had passed, and it was already evening. Although everyone looked happy on the surface, they were deeply uneasy in their hearts.
"Brother Fan, will those Yin soldiers really take me away?”
Ah Wang seemed to have matured a lot in a day. When he asked Lin Fan this question, he actually calmed down a lot.
When Lin Fan heard Ah Wang's words, he felt pity for him. He gently stroked his head and said with a smile,""Don't worry, with Big Brother Fan and Ninth Uncle here, you'll be fine!”
"Ah Wang, go to the inner room with mom and don't come out if you hear anything. Do you know?"
At this moment, Ninth Uncle walked over with a solemn expression. He took out a rattle from his pocket and handed it to Ah Wang.
"Thank you, Ninth Uncle!"
Ah Wang was very happy when he saw the rattle drum. He followed Aunt Ah Qing into the house and never came out again.
"Qiusheng, Wencai, the two of you guard the door of Ah Wang's house. Don't let any ghost soldiers enter the door, understand?”
"Yes, Master!"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai knew the seriousness of tonight's matter, so they put away their usual sloppy personalities. They hung yellow talismans and Bagua mirrors on each of their bodies, and held their mahogany swords as they guarded the door with serious expressions, like two door gods.
"Xiao Fan, clean up the stone table in the courtyard and prepare some food and wine. We'll wait for the Yin soldiers to arrive!”
After saying that, Ninth Uncle placed the printed two hundred thousand taels of nether money on the stone table, crossed his legs, and looked in the direction of the door.
Seeing this, Lin Fan didn't waste any time. He quickly prepared all the food and wine. Then, he stood beside Ninth Uncle and waited quietly with him.
"Meow!"
Little Orange saw that everyone was ready for battle, so he didn't show any weakness. He jumped onto Lin Fan's shoulder and sized up the door in front of him.
Slowly, the sky turned dark, and Ah Wang's snoring could be heard from the room.
However, everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they did not dare to relax.
"Phew."
Suddenly, the slightly opened door was blown open by a gust of cold wind. Then, two black figures gradually appeared in front of everyone.
"Wencai, they're here! Get ready!"
"Oh, oh!"
At this moment, Qiu Sheng poked Wen Cai, who was about to fall asleep. Seeing this, the other party hurriedly picked up the peach wood money in his hand and looked in the direction of the door.
When Ninth Uncle saw the two figures, he immediately stood up and laughed. He made an inviting gesture and said,"It is truly an honor for me, Lin, to have the two great Yin soldiers come to the memorial hall! You two have come a long way. Why don't you sit down and eat some food and drink some wine?”
After listening to Ninth Uncle's words, the two black figures gradually retracted their auras and revealed their true appearance.
The two ghostly soldiers looked exactly as Ah Wang had described. Their hair was disheveled and their faces were pale. However, they looked fat and thin, which was very funny.
The two ghost soldiers were holding a whip that was emitting a green light. They kept rubbing it between their hands, and their eyes were moving back and forth, sizing up everyone in the mortuary.
"Lin Fengjiao, I didn't expect you to be so good at doing things.”
At this moment, the fat ghost soldier saw the sumptuous food on the table. He licked his lips, then threw the whip in his hand to the side and sat down.
"Kengchi, kengchi!"
Without waiting for Ninth Uncle's order, the fat Yin soldier began to grab the food on the table and stuff it into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten for 70 to 80 years.
Lin Fan clicked his tongue as he watched. He even wondered if this guy had starved to death in his previous life.
When the thin Yin soldier saw his companion's reaction, a hint of anger appeared on his face, but he did not stop him.
He gently placed the whip in his hand to the side and began to pour and drink by himself.
For a moment, the sound of eating and drinking could be heard. The two ghost soldiers acted as if Ninth Uncle and the others did not exist. They ate their own food and ignored the others.
Ninth Uncle didn't say anything. He was still smiling at the two Yin soldiers in front of him, his expression unchanged.
Very quickly, the table of food and wine was cleaned up by the two Yin soldiers. The fat Yin soldier, in particular, didn't forget to pat his bulging belly, looking very satisfied.
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