As we headed back, Master called Luo Jianhua.
In his other hand, he still carried that half-meter-long vicious poison fish...
The Feng Shui problem here was far too serious.
If it wasn't dealt with, the thirty-four water ghosts would only be the beginning. More evil entities would appear one after another afterward.
The call connected quickly, and then Master said:
"Luo Jianhua, there's a Flying Tiger Bay here in Bountiful City. The Feng Shui has gone terribly wrong. You'd better send someone over to deal with it..."
Master briefly explained the situation.
Luo Jianhua was also very courteous toward my master. He agreed over the phone and said he would report it immediately.
After hanging up, Master said:
"I'd long heard that the Mortal-Realm Patrolman profession was mysterious and unfathomable.
Now that I've met Uncle Jiang, I really feel like it's full of secrets.
If it had been me, I would've slaughtered those water ghosts directly. I never would've sent them off."
As soon as Master finished speaking, Uncle Yu said:
"That's why you're not a patrolman. I once heard Master say that Mortal-Realm Patrolmen
handle the affairs of the living world with the methods of the underworld.
They walk the paths of yin and yang, capturing the living dead."
Master nodded in agreement after hearing that, while I was left utterly bewildered.
After spending so many years with Grandpa, I had only recently learned how hard-won and difficult my life had been.
And how much Grandpa had silently sacrificed for me behind the scenes...
Before long, we returned to town.
That little shop from earlier was surprisingly still open. Old Cui, who had rented us the boat, was still sitting on a bench outside, chatting with the old vendor while eating peanuts and drinking liquor.
From far away, I