The moment Zhou Huan and the others entered, that wisp of pale smoke seemed to drift with the wind, moving toward the group. "Hey, what ghost is that, ha, hey!" Dongzi, clutching a talisman, hopped and skipped into the room.

Zhou Huan reached out and stopped him: "What's the rush? That's Old Master Sun.

Why are you barging in without looking?" Watching Zhou Huan scold him, Li Tianxiong burst out laughing on the side: "Dongzi, look at you, why are you so tense on your own turf?" Dongzi looked crestfallen, stopped what he was doing, stepped aside, and pouted, "How was I supposed to know it was Old Master Sun." Zhou Huan ignored Dongzi and spoke to the wisp of smoke: "Old Master, manifest yourself. Otherwise, someone won't recognize you.

See, your grandson has already come looking for you. This time, you'll have company." "Hmph!

It’s not me saying it, but he hasn't done a single good thing his entire life, only stirring up trouble for others—killing this one today, that one tomorrow. It's only right if no one offers him incense." Old Master Sun seemed quite sensible.

Zhou Huan gave a faint smile. "Then, Old Master, you'll have to keep a good eye on him in the netherworld." "I won't bother!

When he gets there, I’ll already be reincarnated. I received the notice from the Underworld yesterday; it says I can be reincarnated in forty days.

They said it’s so I can go to where that son of a bitch of a grandson of mine is. Haha, I can't wait to be reborn!" As the Old Master spoke, he lit his pipe.

"Sir, please hurry back. If someone else arrives, they might get frightened," Zhou Huan said, raising his hand and gently pressing the Old Master back into the bone.

Li Tianxiong led the way, placing the Old Master's bone onto the offering table, then turned back to help clear the dishes. Dongzi served the food, and the group began to eat.

Xiao He entered from the doorway. "Oh, you're eating without waiting for me?

Can you guys ever get it right!" she said, feigning petulance. Zhou Huan scratched his head helplessly.

"Oh, then wait for me to serve you rice!" Zhou Huan was indeed quick; he put down his bowl and went to serve Xiao He. Dongzi, chastised by Zhou Huan earlier, remained silent and glum, just eating.

When Zhou Huan brought the food over, Xiao He flashed a grin. In truth, she was very happy.

She knew Zhou Huan loved her, so she deliberately wanted him to serve her. After Zhou Huan was seated again, Xiao He began recounting the recent events.

"That guy just now, he was scared stiff by Brother Huan. He wouldn't say anything no matter what we asked.

Then I told Brother Huan to rough him up, and immediately, he confessed everything." "Haha, Master still has the deterrent power; he can scare that guy into talking instantly," Li Tianxiong chimed in quite opportunely. Dongzi snapped out of his daze then.

"Of course! Who is Brother Huan?

He has to subdue people instantly. Otherwise, how could he be our Master?" "Shut up, can't even your mouth stop stuffing itself while eating?" Zhou Huan’s words nearly choked Dongzi.

He felt terribly isolated and sorrowful, having his right to speak stripped away—it was agony. But he was someone who didn't dwell on things; after a moment of discomfort, he felt better.

Wang Xiao He was happy while eating. Zhou Huan even helped her pick up some dishes.

"Xiao He, was that guy just now a tomb raider?" "No, he was just a fence in the antique market, taking things and then selling them for a markup." "Oh, then why did you catch him?" Zhou Huan continued to ask. Xiao He explained, "We caught him because we wanted to find out the identity of the tomb raider from him.

Although what he did doesn't constitute a major crime, holding him for a couple of days won't hurt. Scaring him a bit will make him spill everything." "Heh heh, you really have your ways!" Zhou Huan laughed, and the others smiled along.

Suddenly, Xiao He felt unwell. She felt a faint nausea, and her stomach churned a few times.

She rushed toward the washroom, with Zhou Huan anxiously following, afraid something might happen to her. After rushing into the restroom, Xiao He leaned over, clutching her stomach, gagging repeatedly.

Zhou Huan stood behind her, gently patting her back, but Xiao He didn't throw up anything, yet she kept retching. "Xiao He, are you okay?

What's wrong? Did you eat something bad this morning?" Zhou Huan asked with great concern, then frowned and loudly shouted for Dongzi: "Dongzi, what did you feed your Sister Xiao He this morning?" "I didn't do anything!

Sister Xiao He made her own food this morning," Dongzi explained. Zhou Huan was about to look down at Xiao He when she gently pushed him away.

"Xiao He, what is it?" Zhou Huan asked anxiously. Wang Xiao He whispered softly, "Silly.

I won't tell you!" Zhou Huan scratched his head, then thought back to Xiao He's reaction. Zhou Huan's heart began to race; could it be that Xiao He...?

He seemed to realize something. Li Tianxiong, sitting nearby, was secretly smiling, as if he knew what was going on.

That evening, Xiao He and Zhou Huan discussed getting married. Zhou Huan agreed, saying they needed to find a free time to do it properly.

They settled on a date, and that was that. Two days had passed since Old Master Sun's death.

Early in the morning, Mr. Old Wang arrived with people to see Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan quickly threw on his clothes, grabbed Li Tianxiong and Dongzi, and they left, driving toward Old Master Sun's villa. Upon reaching the villa gate, dozens of sedans and sports cars were parked outside.

The courtyard was packed with people, yet Zhou Huan politely waited outside. Mr.

Old Wang specifically cleared a path for Zhou Huan to enter. There was no shortage of social elites in the courtyard, and being singled out like this by Mr.

Old Wang made some of them uncomfortable. But seeing it was Old Wang, no matter who they were, they politely yielded.

However, when they saw the unremarkable Zhou Huan, carrying a ragged cloth bag, walking down the dedicated path toward the villa, they all started speculating. Some began whispering quietly: "Hey, who is this kid?

Look at his attire; why is he carrying a tattered old bag?" "Hey, didn't you see Old Wang clearing the way for him? He must be somebody important, or Old Wang, with his status, wouldn't specifically make a path for him, would he?" As the whispers intensified, someone in the crowd recognized Zhou Huan and quietly said, "Stop guessing.

That's Zhou Huan." "Zhou Huan? That name sounds so familiar." "He's the head of the Fushou Hall in Badaogou, the one who deals with the spirits of the dead.

Didn't he just handle that difficult supernatural incident a while ago? The Public Security Bureau even gave him a banner." It seemed Zhou Huan had already made a name for himself locally; it was surprising that these prominent families knew of him.

In reality, Zhou Huan wasn't happy. Having so many people know him meant more trouble in the future, which had nothing to do with earning money.

But Dongzi, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Walking behind Zhou Huan, he puffed out his chest and strode along proudly.

"Master, wait for us!" At that moment, two people came running from behind Zhou Huan, calling out. Zhou Huan turned around; it was Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun.

Zhou Huan paused. "Why are you here?" "Ah, Master, ever since we became your disciples, our reputation has suffered, and we have very little work.

So, we've decided to come back and follow you. At worst, we can buy another floor on the third story where you live," Shi Bingyuan quickly explained his situation.

Zhou Huan smiled faintly. "That's fine.

We'll take care of that tomorrow. Besides, the first floor of the building I live in can still accommodate people for now." While the two were chatting, someone from the crowd stepped forward to greet Shi Bingyuan.

"My, Master Shi, it's you! What brings your esteemed presence here?" Shi Bingyuan smiled.

"You recognize me?" "How could I not? The number one funerary master in the Northeast!" "Not at all.

Now that I have my Master, I amount to nothing. If you need anything in the future, come directly to my Master at Fushou Hall," Shi Bingyuan said with a smile.

The man who had greeted him looked at Shi Bingyuan, then looked at Zhou Huan with great surprise, pointing at Zhou Huan and asking Shi Bingyuan, "Is he your Master?" "Yes, I just became his disciple. He is indeed superior to me." Shi Bingyuan spoke with ease and naturalness now, without any second thoughts.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp of surprise swept through the crowd, followed by even more animated discussion. Zhou Huan shook his head, turned, and walked ahead, with Shi Bingyuan and the others following him toward Old Master Sun's villa.

Upon entering the villa gates, a mourning hall had been set up in the main lobby. Zhou Huan had personally helped arrange this hall; he even directed the placement of the various objects, ensuring that no wandering spirits would cause trouble here.

Of course, Shi Bingyuan instantly recognized Zhou Huan’s arrangement upon seeing the scene. It contained a touch of superior skill, especially the unique flower pot placed precisely in the center of the hall, containing large firecrackers.

This was not something an average practitioner could manage, as such a display would attract numerous wandering spirits. However, this was beneficial for the deceased, ensuring they wouldn't be bullied by other ghosts after entering the underworld, even guaranteeing a moment of bliss as they crossed the Bridge of Helplessness.

Shi Bingyuan couldn't help but murmur in admiration of Zhou Huan, "Master, your arrangement is brilliant!" Zhou Huan didn't respond but watched as Old Master Sun’s friends came forward one by one to pay their last respects. Zhou Huan, meanwhile, was checking the time on his phone; it was almost noon.

Suddenly, the presiding officiant next to the mourning hall loudly called out, "The deceased has departed; let the living mourn! We will now stop the farewells for Mr.

Sun. Next, we invite Master Zhou Huan to perform the transcendence ritual for Old Master Sun!" "No!

The burial site for the old man hasn't been chosen yet. It can't end like this.

There are so many people waiting outside. Postpone the transcendence!" At that moment, a plump woman came down from the second floor, clutching a handkerchief and continuously dabbing her eyes.