Outside the Tianmen Funeral Home, about a kilometer north along the Twin Ridge River, there was a road running along the embankment.
It was nearly midnight, and the embankment road had long since emptied, but an SUV was still parked along one stretch of it.
There were two people inside.
One sat in the driver's seat, with a gauze bandage still wrapped around his forehead.
The other sat cross-legged on the reclined back seat. An incense burner and three earthenware jars rested on the seat in front of him. Two of the jars had been opened, while a talisman seal remained pasted over the third.
After a long while, the man in the back seat slowly opened his eyes.
"Mission accomplished."
At those words, delight immediately spread across Du Xiang's face.
"Master Zhang, it worked?"
"There were a few complications, but yes."
Master Zhang looked at Du Xiang.
"It seems the person you offended knows about yin cultivation. He may even have connections to yin cultivators."
"At noon today, I posed as a bereaved family member. I wanted to look into that young man's courtyard, but he spent most of his time there, so I never got the chance." "The first ghost I sent in just now lost contact with me shortly after entering. I imagine the courtyard has some defenses against ghosts." "But those defenses were limited. Once the second ghost went in, it was all over."
After hearing this, Du Xiang's eyes filled with resentment.
"I knew there was something fishy about that ghost haunting me! That bastard must have hired someone to do it!"
"Good thing you were here, Master Zhang. Otherwise, who knows what he would have done to me next."
Master Zhang offered no comment.
He was only being paid to do a job. Now