Early the next morning.
Chen Miao packed his things, went downstairs, and said goodbye to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked at Chen Miao and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"Chen Miao, could I ask you to help me make another real paper offering? I can pay you."
Chen Miao understood what Fang Zheng meant. After a moment's thought, he asked, "How long would it take you to make one, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Zheng immediately replied, "Ten days at most, seven if things go quickly. I want to make Xiuqin's body as well as I can."
Chen Miao frowned.
Yin energy had to be involved during the process of making a paper offering, so Chen Miao couldn't simply come back to help after Fang Zheng had finished.
But he didn't feel comfortable leaving the Soul-Calming Wood Set here, either.
After all, that thing couldn't be exposed to daylight.
After thinking it over, Chen Miao said to Fang Zheng, "Mr. Fang, ten days is a little too long. I still have things to handle at the funeral home."
Disappointment appeared in Fang Zheng's eyes.
"I see. Then-"
Knowing Fang Zheng had misunderstood, Chen Miao continued, "If you have the time, Mr. Fang, why don't you come back to Tianmen County with me?"
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded.
"Yes, yes, I have time. I'll pack right now, and we can leave together!"
Chen Miao nodded. "Then get everything ready, Mr. Fang. Bring all the materials you need. I don't have as complete a selection as you do here."
Fang Zheng answered with a smile, "Don't worry. I know what I'll need."
With that, Fang Zheng went to work.
An hour later, Fang Zheng had everything arranged.
Looking at the large truck outside the paper offering shop, Chen