“Master, is there any way to salvage this? Our family has been offering sacrifices to this python for three generations. I really don't want to lose it. Master, I know you're an expert, please help me.

I know it's wrong to steal people's wealth, but I didn't harm anyone. Even if I didn't use Tian Tian's corpse to block karma, she would have died anyway. I'm just using her corpse; I really didn't harm anyone." Tears welled up in the cremation girl’s eyes, and it was clear she genuinely cared for the python.

"You didn't harm anyone? That baldy was rolling in money, and you almost made him sleep on the streets. Doesn't that count as harm?" I looked at the cremation girl in astonishment. I really couldn't understand how she could shamelessly say she hadn't done anything wrong.

"So what if he's a little poorer? He didn't die, did he? What's the use of so much money to him? He'd just squander it away on wine and women, not using a penny for anything good. But I did it to save our family's python. Without offerings, the python's soul will dissipate. I had no choice, I really had no choice."

The cremation girl squatted on the ground, crying loudly.

I turned and left, not looking at the cremation girl again. I couldn't reason with her, so I wouldn't waste my breath.

I didn't know what the cremation girl had done last time she was willful, but judging by her messed up values, it was probably something shocking.

The cremation girl's last act of willfulness destroyed the python's physical body, which meant that her family's relationship with the python was over, and they should have properly sent the python into reincarnation.

But she refused, insisting on using evil magic to keep the python's soul. When her own abilities weren't enough to keep the python, she started stealing.

What I couldn't accept was that she stole people's wealth with such confidence. I really couldn't understand how a nice little girl with talent and good cultivation could have such a bizarre brain.

Originally, their family's python didn't have to dissipate. Even when I brought Baldy into her house, there was still a chance. As long as she returned the wealth to Baldy and sincerely apologized to him, it was possible that Baldy would forgive her.

After all, she was so beautiful, and they had a close relationship before. If she pouted, acted spoiled, and showed off her skills in bed, Baldy would definitely soften.

I was hired by Baldy. If Baldy said he forgave her, I wouldn't make things difficult for her. Then, both she and her python would be fine.

But she refused to admit defeat, deliberately making the python make noise in the room to lure Baldy in, hoping the python would take the opportunity to devour him.

As long as Baldy died, she wouldn't have to return the wealth.

But what she didn't expect was that the short, fat, and greasy Baldy had an extraordinary fate. The python's remnant soul couldn't suppress him at all and was instantly burned.

The cremation girl thought that Baldy had accidentally knocked over the box after being bitten by the python's soul, causing the python's golden statue to fall to the ground. But in fact, the python's soul suffered a heavy blow, and the statue fell out because its soul was unstable.

At that time, the cremation girl tried to summon the python's soul, but she couldn't. But she naively thought that the python was angry after being thrown on the ground and deliberately didn't respond to her until I seriously told her that the bite wasn't in vain, and she realized that her family's python had completely dissipated.

I really didn't want to say anything anymore; this girl was just a freak.

A chumaxian (shaman) who switched to learning corpse manipulation was able to control a corpse and mess around with Baldy for three months. The corpse was almost burnt to a crisp, but it still retained the aura of a living person. What kind of talent was that? I admired her. If she had a normal brain and normal values, she wouldn't have ended up like this.

Forget it, I won't say anything more. It's almost dawn. I'd better go back to sleep, or I won't be able to open the shop tomorrow.

I took a taxi back to Funeral Street and saw a figure swaying at the door from a distance.

In the middle of the night, would someone come to me for help?

I walked towards the shop, but as I got closer, I couldn't see the figure anymore.

Was I seeing things? With my eyesight, even a ghost couldn't slip past me like that.

I looked around again and didn't see anyone at the door, so I prepared to open the door.

But just as I was about to open the door, I suddenly shuddered.

A nude-colored cloak was hanging on the door of my shop. The material was clearly human skin.

Last time, someone hung a dudou (an ancient Chinese undergarment) on my signboard, and this time, someone hung human skin on my door. What did they think my shop was?

I took the human skin down, rolled it up, and went to Ding Kan's room to ask him what was going on and where the human skin came from.

Ding Kan was in the land of dreams. Suddenly woken up by me, he kept complaining that I was affecting his rest. Affecting his rest was affecting his recovery, and affecting his recovery was affecting his ability to make money, and he clamored for me to pay him.

"Bah! Didn't you say you'd watch the house for me? How did you watch it? You didn't even know someone hung human skin on my door. What did you watch?"

Ding Kan grabbed the human skin, glanced at it, threw it aside, and lay back on the bed.

"I thought some young maiden had died for you and hanged herself at the door of your shop, but it turned out to be just a piece of human skin. What's the big deal?"

"Nonsense, with a badass like you guarding the house for me, someone was able to hang the human skin on my door silently. Can you blame me for being surprised? If it were something ordinary, you would have noticed someone hanging such a heavy yin qi human skin on my door, wouldn't you?"

"Of course not, I hung this human skin. I hung it myself, how could I not know?"

"Ah?" I was completely dumbfounded. "Are you suddenly crazy? What are you doing hanging a human skin at the door of my shop? Trying to scare people? Luckily it's at night. If it were during the day, the police would have invited me for tea."

Ding Kan yawned and said, "I had no choice. A little girl was holding this human skin and insisted on giving it to you. I said you weren't here, and I couldn't make the decision for you. I couldn't just accept it and told her to take it back, but she refused. I'm a patient and need to ensure sufficient sleep. I couldn't keep wasting time with her, so I could only help her hang the human skin on the door, waiting for you to come back and decide whether to accept it or not."

Damn you, was I supposed to decide whether to accept it or not? You just accepted it for me, okay?

I asked Ding Kan what the little girl who sent the human skin looked like and if she said anything, but Ding Kan had already fallen asleep.