Seeing Old Master Sun's ghostly figure about to vanish, Wang Fei Yin grabbed Pan Yun and was about to chase after him. They had only taken two steps when someone seized him. "Are you the Daoist on watch tonight? Where are you going?"
Wang Fei Yin paused before saying, "I'm going to the privy."
The other person looked at Wang Fei Yin suspiciously. "The privy is in the back. It's already night, so you must remain in the mourning hall at all times. Didn't the steward make that clear to you? Look, that master over there has been sitting without moving."
Wang Fei Yin looked over and met the gaze of that bald donkey Huiyuan. The two silently stared at each other for a moment, then looked away at the same time.
Wang Fei Yin hesitated between money and karma, but ultimately released Pan Yun's hand. Lowering his head, he kindly told her, "Fifth Junior Sister, go on by yourself. I'll stand watch here."
Through clenched teeth, he squeezed out, "Hurry. We released the dead soul, so we have to make sure he doesn't cause trouble. Otherwise, the karma will fall on us."
Pan Yun answered and took off running.
What fun was there in watching a mourning hall? Chasing Old Master Sun was far more interesting.
Old Master Sun was currently strolling around his own funeral feast.
At this hour, most of the guests who had come to eat had dispersed. Those still seated at the tables were family members, relatives who had come to help arrange the funeral, and villagers lending a hand.
The dishes were quite good too, all freshly prepared, unlike most funerals outside, where the food was largely leftovers.
Thus, the relatives and villagers who had come to help were full of praise, lauding the