Beneath Dead Man Mountain

"Haha, I saw this Mage carrying so many things alone and worried he might run into danger on the road, so I came to escort him!" Song Cai, the Ghost Messenger, said with a laugh. Fang Xin knew at once what was going on. Since when were you so kind? You just want a share of the food and wine.

Oh, well. I'm about to make my fortune, so I won't quibble with you...

He laughed heartily. "Perfect, perfect. I've already invited Clerk Zhao to a banquet today. Brother Song, you must join us!"

"I'm not sure I should. I still have to patrol the mountain," Song Cai said, without showing the slightest intention of moving.

Fang Xin scoffed inwardly, but grew even warmer on the surface. After a few words of persuasion, Song Cai stayed, making a show of reluctance.

Only then did Tang Changsheng smile faintly. "I'm glad I didn't let you down... Everything is here."

Fang Xin looked everything over, so delighted he could hardly contain himself. "Brother, you're wonderful! This is far beyond anything I imagined..."

Both the lavish banquet of ritual food and wine and the quality of the ritual money far exceeded Fang Xin's expectations. His delight only grew...

Tang Changsheng smiled. "The living and the dead must keep their distance, after all. Since your superior will be arriving soon, I'll be on my way."

Fang Xin did not try to keep him. With Tang Changsheng there, certain things would indeed be inconvenient. "I'll see you off."

After walking Tang Changsheng partway down the mountain, he took out a bag. "Brother, what you asked for is in here. This is a Cloudwater Bag. It has plenty of space and can hold many spiritual implements and ritual objects. With this bag, you wouldn't need so