"Thank you, Ellin."
Hu Tao looked at Ellin with a smile.
"The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's job is to satisfy the people of both worlds."
"Thanks to your help, we were able to bring Granny He's situation to a perfect resolution."
"It was nothing."
Ellin smiled.
Though dying free of illness and misfortune was a peaceful end, Granny He had spent her whole life working hard and doing good. Good people deserved good things in return.
Ellin was delighted to have helped her.
After settling Granny He's affairs, Ellin and Hu Tao left Qingce Village and headed to Wuwang Hill.
Wuwang Hill was eerie even in daylight, and more so at night. Graves filled the woods, and deathly pale moonlight spilled through the gaps between the trees, bathing the entire hill. Simply stepping inside was enough to feel a chill that unsettled the living.
As Liyue's burial ground, Wuwang Hill had always been a place the living were reluctant to enter.
Yet now, two girls strolled hand in hand among its countless scattered graves beneath the eerie, pale moonlight.
Knowing the route by heart, Hu Tao led Ellin through the winding paths between the graves to the center of Wuwang Hill.
She set down the basket in her hand, then planted three sticks of incense in the ground.
"All right, all right, come on out!"
Hu Tao clapped her hands rather perfunctorily.
At once, the already eerie Wuwang Hill filled with ghostly energy. Chilling winds swept through, and even the moonlight dimmed a little.
A vast crowd of spirits floated out of the graves.
There were men and women, old and young, in all manner of forms.
An ordinary person witnessing this scene would have been frightened to death-or at least fallen ill for two or three months.
Yet when these