Chapter 381 - 67_7

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Chapter 381: Chapter 67_7"Of course, what era is it now? How can there still be ghosts? Even floaters are hardly seen anymore. I haven’t had a corpse recovery assignment in ages." "You can’t even see floaters? That shouldn’t be the case. There are so many waterways here, it’s unlikely no one accidentally falls in and drowns, right?" "They’re all getting help from the villagers, rarely do they come to me. They think the shops on the street are expensive." "Are you actually cheaper?" "It is indeed expensive," Yin Meng said matter-of-factly, "Lowering the price would be a blow to my reputation. After all, I’m a bona fide corpse recovery diver." Tan Wenbin pouted, "No wonder you can’t afford the rent." "Let’s go, Brother Binbin." "Hey, I’m coming, wait for me, Xiao Yuan." The rest of the afternoon, Li Zhiyuan, along with Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin, meticulously toured Fengdu Ghost City. There were many sculptures and temples, and it wasn’t scary to visit during the day. Midway through, they encountered two performance troupes. The trio watched the performances, which exuded a rich traditional folk atmosphere. Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin watched attentively, eager to read every information plaque under each sculpture. While ordinary tourists just glanced casually, they treated it as an extracurricular study session. Li Zhiyuan strolled slowly, admiring the style of old buildings and sculptures. As for the plaques, he didn’t need to read them because he had plenty of information stored in his head. When he was younger and Li Lan didn’t dislike him so much, he was able to stay in her study while she worked. Li Lan would either give him drawing paper to play with or throw a pile of books in front of him to flip through. As night was approaching, the three of them descended the mountain and returned to Ghost Street. The street was still bustling with people. Many local residents had things to do during the day and could only attend the temple fair at night. Additionally, the atmosphere of the Ghost City was best paired with nighttime, especially with all those red and white lanterns overhead. Once they were lit at night, they would definitely set the mood. The coffin shop entrance remained deserted, so much so that Yin Meng was once again too lazy to man the counter. "We’re back," Tan Wenbin called out loudly. Yin Meng peeked out from behind the curtain, "I made pig’s trotters stew for dinner. Let’s have a good feast tonight, it’s going to be delicious!" Li Zhiyuan said, "Alright." At seven o’clock, night fell. Yin Meng brought out a large bowl of pig’s trotters, and everyone sat around a small table. The pig’s trotters melted in the mouth, cooked until tender. The premise was to overlook the prickly sensation in the mouth, as Yin Meng forgot to remove the pig bristles. She was indeed a lively and cheerful person. Possibly due to the lack of business, she rarely had someone to chat with, so she was very happy to engage in a lively conversation during dinner. Run Sheng was focused solely on eating, while Li Zhiyuan occasionally joined the conversation. The main speakers were Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng, who chatted back and forth without missing a step. Moreover, Binbin deliberately used the Sichuan and Chongqing dialect he had just learned a bit of. Though his pronunciation wasn’t accurate, he got the intonation down, and as they chatted, the pitch grew higher and the speed faster, like a duet of mountain songs. However, they didn’t discuss much about corpse recovery because Yin Meng didn’t have much practical experience. She had retrieved floaters but had never seen an actual ’corpse.’ Her knowledge and skills in corpse recovery were learned from her grandfather. Her parents divorced when she was very young. Her father ventured south and, once gone, disappeared without a trace; her mother remarried in a nearby town and had two boys. When she was young and naive, Yin Meng visited her mother, but only later understood her mother didn’t want to interact with her. Talking about this, Li Zhiyuan and Yin Meng raised their glasses of soda and clinked them together. Most of her time was spent living with her grandfather, who ran this shop and was also a genuine corpse recovery diver. Later, he entrusted the shop to her. She’s quite clever and could probably earn money doing some other business, but she didn’t want to change the nature of the shop because she knew her grandfather wouldn’t agree. Li Zhiyuan had seen her calluses and noticed the movements of her toes whenever she stood or sat. He knew she had some skills. This was also why a young girl like her could run a shop alone; practically all the hooligans on the street had been beaten by her. She joked that if she wanted, she could easily become the big sister of Ghost Street and charge protection fees here. The pig trotter-obsessed Run Sheng proactively raised his glass at this point and clinked with hers. Li Zhiyuan had asked her if her grandfather had left any books or anything, and she jokingly replied: "Don’t all corpse recovery divers rely on oral teachings passed down through generations? What can you learn from reading books?" This slightly disappointed Li Zhiyuan. He really wanted to see what treasures his peers had collected, but unfortunately, there were none. At the same time, he felt a bit envious. Based on Yin Meng’s various details, it seemed her grandfather had a high level of skill, and she’d received a complete ’educational inheritance.’ However, Li Zhiyuan did not think less of their own grandmaster because of this. After all, their own grandmaster could "gulp gulp" quaff ’Luck,’ and hanging out with him meant they could at least eat and drink well every day. In short, tonight was the most relaxed and pleasant night since leaving Nantong, everyone was delighted and relaxed. This sense of relaxation persisted until it was time to arrange for sleep, and then it was interrupted. "What, you want us to sleep in coffins?" Tan Wenbin held his head, looking incredulous. Meanwhile, Yin Meng was making the coffins up with quilts inside. "What’s wrong? Sleeping in a coffin is so comfortable." "Can I just sleep on the floor outside?" "We’re on the mountain, it’s cold at night, and I don’t have enough bedding. It’s warmer in the coffin." Tan Wenbin muttered, "It’s the first time I’ve heard of warmth being associated with coffins." The inner room was both a storage room and a kitchen, housing three coffins, while the shop outside had two. Since they were already here, they decided to do as the locals do. In the end, Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng slept in the two coffins outside, while Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng slept inside. The coffins were like stinky tofu, off-putting to look at, but once inside, they were surprisingly comfortable, providing a sense of security. Of course, the coffin lids were left slightly ajar for ventilation. After traveling and exploring all day, everyone was exhausted. Tan Wenbin quickly drifted into a dream, only to hear someone scratching at the lid of his coffin with nails. *Shh shh... shh shh...* Tan Wenbin was so frightened he broke out in a cold sweat, pulling the quilt up to his face, daring only to leave a slitted eye to peer upwards. Then, Run Sheng’s face appeared above: "Hehe." "What are you doing!" "Bathroom break." The toilet was behind the inner room, so Run Sheng, sleeping outside, had to pass through the inner room to get there. Tan Wenbin, annoyed, pulled the covers over his face and ignored him. After a while, he heard the scratching sound on the coffin lid again. Tan Wenbin began to feel scared, convinced it wouldn’t be Run Sheng this time. So who was it? Then, Run Sheng’s face popped out again. "What on earth do you want now?" "I finished peeing, just letting you know before I head back to sleep." Tan Wenbin was irritated to the point of teeth-gritting. Finally, he managed to work up a little bit of sleepiness again. *Shh shh... shh shh...* Tan Wenbin opened his eyes, slapping the coffin lid. The noise stopped. He turned onto his side, trying to find some sleepiness again. *Shh shh... shh shh...* Tan Wenbin flung off the covers, gripping the sides of the coffin, and sat up inside the coffin. He found that no one was around his coffin. Could Run Sheng have run that fast? Tan Wenbin swallowed hard, feeling a chill run through him. Not daring to go outside, he lay back inside the coffin. *Shh shh... shh shh...* Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The sound started again, Tan Wenbin covered his head with the bedding, pretending not to hear, while pulling his feet under the covers. Then, the sound disappeared. Tan Wenbin stayed concealed under the blankets. Having stayed under there long enough for his face to perspire, he thought to himself, *Finally, Run Sheng’s asleep and done teasing me.* He planned to get some air, grabbing the blanket for a quick lift and drop. One, two, three... The blanket on his face lifted, but it didn’t fall back as expected. Because, An old face had somehow already leaned into the coffin, face to face with him.

Chapter 381 - 67_7

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