Chapter 1 Someone Got the Wrong Person

While Lin Zhao and I sat facing each other, Xiao Zhao couldn't stand the silence in the room and went to sleep first.

As the hands of the clock on the wall gradually pointed to eleven, Lin Zhao transmitted her voice to me, "Look at Xiao Zhao's sleeping posture, doesn't it seem a bit strange?"

Xiao Zhao was lying face up on the bed, his hands together on either side of his body, his legs stretched out straight.

This was clearly the posture of a dead person!

Before my eyes could move away from him, I heard the sound of a car outside.

The car was clearly coming straight towards the duty room door, but my view was blocked by the door.

As Lin Zhao was about to get up, I sank my palm to my side, channeled my qi to my fingertips, and raised my hand to flick out two streams of saber qi.

The saber qi, one above and one below, instantly broke the hinges of the gate, and the door of the duty room was flattened to the ground with a push of my palm.

At this moment, I could clearly see a black hearse reversing towards the door.

The driver in the car didn't seem to know that the door of the duty room had been knocked to the ground with a single palm, and was still driving on his own.

The sound of the wheels pressing against the door panel crackled in the night, but the hearse didn't stop at all, and kept reversing.

A few seconds later, I heard the sound of a food box drawer being pulled open on the left side of the gate.

After a while, a tray carrying a bowl of white rice with three lit yellow incense sticks silently slid towards the door, stopping about three chi (one chi is about 1/3 meter) from the entrance.

The yellow incense sticks stuck in the tray burned quickly, and the ash fell into the rice, soon covering the white rice with a layer of gray powder.

Soul-summoning incense!

Legend has it that sometimes ghosts are attached to their homes and refuse to leave. If there are too many people guarding the spirit, it's difficult for the ghost messengers to enter and take them away, so they make the yellow incense in the house burn faster, urging the ghosts to come out quickly.

White rice as an offering, yellow incense to summon the soul.

I was right about the dead person in the room.

When the yellow incense in the bowl was halfway burned, the hearse had already reached the door.

The width of the duty room door was just right for the hearse, and the back door of the car was immediately raised.

A corpse bed tied with five red ropes slid out of the car and slowly towards the room.

Although the corpse bed was wrapped with red ropes, there was only a white cloth rolled up at the end of the bed and a pillow wrapped in yellow cloth.

When Lin Zhao was about to get up again, I reached out and pressed her back down: "Wait and see!"

The window of the duty room was on the side near the window, and Lin Zhao and I were sitting at the table, so it didn't interfere with the corpse bed moving in the room.

The corpse bed seemed to be oblivious to its surroundings, sliding past me and crashing into the wooden bed where Xiao Zhao was lying.

After the two beds collided with a thud, the corpse bed slid back half a meter and crashed into the bed again.

Three knocks on the door?

This was clearly the "three knocks on the door" technique commonly used by corpse carriers.

When corpse carriers collect corpses from outside, they first knock three times on the carriage, meaning to remind the dead: I'm here to pick you up.

They were using this technique on a living person?

Lin Zhao became anxious: "Aren't you going to save him?"

"He's already dead!" As I spoke, I raised my hand and struck the wooden box in the corner.

The solid wood box was shattered on the spot by my true qi, and the moldy food poured out of the box.

I said softly: "Didn't you notice that when Xiao Zhao was eating, he swallowed it directly without even chewing? Dead people can't eat the food of the living; if they eat it, they have to spit it out. That box is where he spit out his food."

"Xiao Zhao doesn't know he's already dead. He thinks he can eat his fill because of the yellow incense in the cigarettes he's been smoking these past few days."

Ghosts don't eat food; they only feel full when they see incense.

The person who arranged for Xiao Zhao to stay didn't want him to know that he was already dead.

As I was speaking, the corpse bed had already hit the wooden bed for the third time. This time, the corpse bed didn't move back. Instead, the five red ropes tied to the bedpost seemed to have been untied, and the five large coins tied to the ends of the ropes hung down to the ground.

Those five coins should have been wrapped in red rope and hidden under the handle from the beginning. Unless the ropes were untied, or I was lying on the ground looking up, I wouldn't have been able to see where the coins were.

Who are these coins for?

The moment this thought flashed through my mind, Xiao Zhao sat up on the bed, slowly lay down on the corpse bed, grabbed the white cloth and covered himself, and lay down again, becoming a newly deceased corpse.

At the same time, the wardrobe behind the duty room slowly opened its doors without anyone touching it.

The secret door hidden behind the wardrobe also opened automatically in Lin Zhao's surprised gaze.

From my position, I could only see a yard full of weeds connected to the wardrobe.

Lin Zhao looked at me in surprise and said, "What's going on?"

"Someone must have mistaken someone else," I stood up and walked to the corpse bed. "Give me a hand, let's push the dead man into the yard."

As soon as I finished speaking, I quickly transmitted my voice, "Restrain your aura, don't scare them away."

Lin Zhao also transmitted her voice and asked, "What do you mean, someone mistook someone else?"