Less than two minutes later, Bai Tingting, with her exquisite makeup, started sweating, the muscles in the corners of her mouth twitched unnaturally several times, and even her walking posture became strange.

I found a bag of melon seeds and waited to see Bai Tingting make a fool of herself while cracking them open.

But Bai Tingting's adaptability was really good. After a few twitches at the corners of her mouth, she actually covered her face, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.

With so many cameras surrounding her, she completely disregarded her dignified and elegant image, crying hysterically as if in unbearable pain. While crying, she apologized to Wang Yongnian, saying that she originally thought she was strong enough, but she still couldn't hold on at this critical moment. She wished Wang Yongnian could be by her side now, she wished she had a shoulder to lean on, she missed Wang Yongnian so much. If possible, she would rather be the one who died than bear such a heavy burden alone.

Wang Yongnian had entrusted such a large enterprise to her, but she made such a big fool of herself on such a formal occasion. She was sorry for Wang Yongnian's trust, but she would never give up like this. The ceremony could be ruined, but the group could not collapse. For Wang Yongnian, for the only bloodline of the Wang family in her belly, she would definitely persevere, no matter how difficult it was.

Without the blessing of Miss Hu Ba (Fox Eighth Sister), Bai Tingting's crying scene was no longer breathtakingly beautiful, but her acting skills were in place, and she actually gained a wave of popularity through this opportunity, which made me so angry that I cursed in the street.

Damn it, just because you have good acting skills, you can deny my debt? I don't care if you are the first lady of the Wang Corporation or the head of the Bai Corporation, you must pay back the debt you owe my funeral shop. If you don't pay it back one day, you won't have a peaceful day.

I threw a handful of incense ash on the photo, and replaced the hemp rope with a rubber band drawn from my underpants. I'll see how long you can last.

Sure enough, at two o'clock in the morning, my phone rang. When I answered, Bai Tingting's weak and hateful voice came through:

"Wan Qian, are you the one playing tricks? I've checked the other few who know magic, and I'm sure they're not doing anything. Now the only suspect is you. Wan Qian, we're classmates, why are you doing this to me?"

I thought this woman was tough, so she had resisted until now. I didn't expect it was because she had offended too many people and didn't know who was dealing with her. I really overestimated her.

I coughed twice, cleared my throat, and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing. We're classmates, why are you denying my debt? Miss Hu Ba only helped you because of my reputation. You made her work for nothing. How am I supposed to explain to her?"

Bai Tingting gritted her teeth and said, "Wan Qian, I'll say it again, stop right now."

"I'll stop when you pay the debt. If you don't pay the debt, I'll keep tormenting you until you pay it," I said, with no room for negotiation in my tone.

"Do you want my face and ten years of my life that much? What good will it do you if I'm disfigured and die early?"

I said, "You're wrong. Before, it was a face plus ten years of life, but now you're denying the debt, so you need to pay twenty years of life, a face, plus two legs. So now you're not just going to be disfigured and die early, but you're going to be disfigured, crippled, and die early. I, Wan Qian, mean what I say, and you can't miss a single thing you should pay."

Bai Tingting laughed in anger, "Good, good, good, you heartless Wan Qian. You wait, I will make you regret it. I will repay you a hundredfold for what you have inflicted on me."

"Okay, I'll wait. Bye-bye."

I hung up the phone, changed two new batteries for the small electric fan, and went to bed to continue sleeping.

The next morning, I had just gone downstairs and was cleaning when I felt like there were eyes staring at me from behind. I turned around and saw a middle-aged man peeking out from behind the door.

"Good morning," I said, opening the door to greet him proactively.

The middle-aged man was startled, and after a long while, he asked, "Do you, uh, sell burial clothes?"

"Yes."

"Do you dress the body?"

"Yes, we do everything: makeup, dressing in burial clothes, paper effigies, coffins, mourning garments, urns, all kinds of funeral services. We do everything except wailing."

"Then," the middle-aged man was first pleasantly surprised, but soon showed a troubled expression, "if, if the burial clothes weren't bought from you, would you be willing to make a trip to help dress the body? Don't worry, I'll pay the fee. It's just dressing a body, it won't take up too much of your time."

I frowned and sized the man up a few times, then put my hand behind my back and started fiddling with the abacus on my wrist.

Buying burial clothes yourself and then finding someone else to dress the body, and this man is always acting suspiciously and hesitating. There must be something going on here. Old Zhao isn't the only one on Funeral Street who's willing to let others die rather than himself. I'd better be careful.

After fiddling with the beads for a while, the divination was fairly neutral, with no major dangers, and there might even be unexpected gains.

Only then did I feel relieved and invite the man into the house, asking him what kind of burial clothes he had bought, who he was preparing them for, whether the person had already passed away, or whether he was preparing them in advance because he was afraid something might happen.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched awkwardly. He took a set of weasel-skin clothes and pants from his backpack. The jacket was a sleeveless vest.

"This is what you prepare for the elderly as burial clothes?" You must be joking with me, I almost cursed him on the spot.

There are many things to pay attention to when it comes to burial clothes. Generally, they are put on when the elderly are about to die. If there isn't enough time, they can only be put on after the elderly have passed away. Secondly, you should wear an odd number of layers, usually three, five, or seven, but not two. Also, burial clothes should cover the deceased's hands, otherwise the descendants will be poorly clothed and beg for food.

These clothes not only don't cover the hands, they don't even have sleeves, completely violating all the taboos of burial clothes. And that's not even mentioning the fact that he used weasel skin, which attracts evil, as the material. It's as if he's afraid the deceased won't die peacefully.

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "It's, it's all what the old man ordered before he died. He won't go into the ground if he doesn't wear this."

"Tell me what's going on," I said, suppressing my anger, and sat down opposite the man.

The man's name was Ge Xiang. He lived in the mountains. His father was a butcher who slaughtered pigs, cows, sheep, and dogs for the surrounding villages. Ge's father had slaughtered so many animals that he had a big temper and a lot of courage. Although he was a bit difficult to get along with, he was really willing to take the lead and fight outsiders if anything happened in the village. The villagers had always respected the Ge family.

Some time ago, the village was plagued by yellow weasels, which not only carried away many chickens and ducks from the villagers, but also lured a child who was over two years old up the mountain. The villagers searched for three days and two nights before finding him. The child's stomach had already been emptied by the weasels.

The family blamed each other. In the end, the wife hanged herself, the parents drank poison, and the man chopped his own head with a knife. A good family was ruined by the weasels.

The villagers hated the weasels so much that they gnashed their teeth, but they didn't dare to offend them. They burned incense and kowtowed, begging the Great Immortal Huang (Yellow Weasel Immortal) to leave them a way out. They could eat chickens and ducks as they pleased, just please don't harm people.

From then on, the villagers didn't coop up their chickens and ducks anymore, they all roamed freely. The weasels swaggered into the village to eat and drink, and even drank a pot of chicken soup that Ge Xiang's family had prepared.

That was a pot that had been stewed for three hours, prepared to nourish Ge Xiang's pregnant wife, but the weasels drank it all in one gulp, which made Ge's father very angry. The next day, he set up a ring of traps around the village and caught eight large weasels, which he chopped to pieces with a knife.

The weasel meat wasn't wasted either, it was all distributed to the brave people in the village to eat.

The weasels seemed to be frightened. From then on, they no longer entered the village, and didn't even eat chickens.

But before the villagers could be happy, a woman in the east of the village gave birth to a monster with a tail, a slender body and neck, short arms and legs, a small flat head, and fingers and toes with curved, hooked nails, covered with sparse yellow fur. It was just like a little weasel.

The woman cried and said that she had dreamed of a weasel before giving birth, saying that the woman had eaten his meat, and he was going to eat the woman's child, and put his own child in the woman's belly to raise.

When Ge Xiang's wife heard this, she was so frightened that she almost fainted on the spot. She had also had such dreams, and more than once. She was also going to give birth in another month, and she was afraid that a weasel would come to her belly to be reborn.

After this happened, the villagers couldn't help but start complaining about Ge's father, saying that it was all his fault, that he had harmed his own wife, and that he had implicated the villagers.

What was Ge's father's temper like? How could he stand this complaint? He went up the mountain with his pig-slaughtering knife to fight the yellow weasels.

He left for three days, and when he returned, he was covered in weasel skins, saying that he would die that night, and after his death, he wanted the weasel skins sewn into clothes for him to wear for burial, otherwise the whole village would suffer.

Ge Xiang had listened to his father since he was a child, and planned to do as he said, but when he sewed the clothes and was about to put them on his father, he found that...

Ge Xiang was about to continue when there was a loud bang upstairs, as if something had exploded. I left Ge Xiang and immediately ran upstairs.