Stewed!

Chen Feng did not stand on ceremony and accepted the money. However, his gaze fell on the tree in the courtyard. He had taken a liking to it, and he smiled.

"Master Yang, I'll definitely help you, but I think the tree in your home is quite nice!"

Chen Feng's meaning was obvious—he had his eye on their tree.

"Since you've taken a liking to it, sir, please take it!" Master Yang said with a chuckle.

Chen Feng nodded. "Alright. I'll take this tree back with me tomorrow. As for your matter, don't worry. With me here, nothing will happen to you!"

"Hahaha, with those words from Mr. Chen, I can finally rest easy!"

Master Yang left happily...

Next.

The people sent to buy supplies returned.

They had prepared many items for warding off evil—cinnabar, peach wood, and the like—all of which were placed on the table.

More people began gathering in the house. They were all Yang Family relatives, with several dozen men in total.

Having heard that a Taoist priest had come to perform a ritual, they all wanted to see what Chen Feng would do.

"Everything has been bought, Mr. Chen." Master Yang pointed at the items on the table. "What should we do now?"

Everyone looked toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was now the center of attention.

"Everyone, lend a hand and move the deceased into the coffin!"

Chen Feng said.

Master Yang immediately called for everyone to help carry the body, and he gave them some coins as payment.

These men were sturdy and muscular. They did farm work at home and were exceptionally strong. Naturally, they were happy to earn some money.

Together with Chen Feng, they lifted the corpse and carried it into a coffin inside the house. There was a cloth and