Liu Zheng: If You Don't Take Medicine, You're Not Sick

"I understand."

Liu Zheng quickly came up with an answer.

"Manager Xu, could I borrow your employees for a while?"

he asked.

"What do you need them for?"

the bald manager asked.

"To go door to door, kowtow, hand out money, and beg people to come mourn my godfather."

Liu Zheng said.

"Huh?"

The bald manager froze at those words, while the Bound Spirit's ghostfire lit up.

Seeing the Bound Spirit's expression, Liu Zheng knew he had guessed right.

What were Eighteen Escorts and Sister Blossoms for, if not to put on a show?

Now there was a dutiful son, and there was a funeral ceremony. All that was missing were relatives and friends to come pay their respects.

But given the Bound Spirit's usual conduct, the homeowners in the complex would rather see him scattered to the winds than come mourn him.

At a time like this, it could only rely on him, the bargain-bin dutiful son, to step in.

"I think I understand what you mean, but wouldn't it be better for you to handle something like this personally?"

The bald manager quickly figured it out as well.

"I'll go too. There just isn't enough time, so I need your help."

Liu Zheng said.

"Well..."

The bald manager hesitated.

To be honest, after working in the funeral business for so many years, this was the first time he had heard such a request.

"Help me out. There will be plenty of opportunities for us to work together in the future."

Liu Zheng stuffed a wad of cash into his pocket.

"All right."

The bald manager glanced at the City Hall Family Certificate on Liu Zheng's chest and ultimately agreed.

"Thank you. Everyone, come with me."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles and led the Funeral Home employees out of