Exterminating Ghosts

As the old Taoist stroked his sword and sighed, the young man busied himself excitedly for a while before walking up to him.

"Master, I've finished maintaining your guns. I oiled the chambers too!"

He handed the items in his hands to the old Taoist.

The old Taoist nodded in satisfaction and accepted the two fully loaded Uzi submachine guns, inspecting them from side to side.

He then fired several controlled shots at the wild green persimmons on the tree, bursting one with every shot.

"Master, your marksmanship is incredible!" his disciple applauded excitedly from the side.

"Enough kissing ass. Grab your things—we're heading down the mountain."

The old Taoist hung the two submachine guns inside his Taoist robe, forcing down the corners of his mouth that were threatening to curl upward as he said sternly.

One sword, two guns—off to exterminate ghosts.

"Got it, Master. I'll be ready in a second. Should I bring the grenades too, Master? And it looks like I can't carry the rocket launcher. Oh, right, I need to bring my slingshot too."

The young man muttered as he armed himself from head to toe.

Then the two of them crossed a winding trail that barely existed and headed down the mountain. Faintly, they could already hear the howls of possessing evil ghosts from below.

At a mountain village eight hundred kilometers away from the old Taoist, a group of sallow, gaunt, elderly farmers had also gathered together without prior arrangement, speaking in a dialect full of "four tones."

There were no young people in this village—only them.

Moreover, they all knew one another extremely well. The village's two hundred elderly residents were practically aware of each other's every move.

After a brief village meeting, their eyes, once filled with the twilight of old age,