After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 147

"Yes, they are the ghost messengers."

The egret nodded.

"Have the ghost messengers... left? Can I look up now?" Zhang Yu asked cautiously.

"That's it!"

Upon hearing Bailu's agreement, Zhang Yu finally looked up. Naturally, he couldn't see the ghost messengers, but he was greatly shocked. Although he knew that there were ghosts in this world, there must be ghost messengers!

But when I actually saw it, the feeling was quite different.

Whether he was shocked or not, Bai Lu didn't care. She only cared about one thing. She looked at Bai Chen and asked, "Did the ghost messenger mean that the underworld was somewhat dissatisfied with our frequent use of ghost techniques?"

To be honest, although Bailu doesn't wander around the cultivation world much, she knows that it's very difficult to borrow a path in the cultivation world. The human world, the cultivation world, and the underworld are completely three different systems. The underworld will not cooperate with the human world, nor can it cooperate with the cultivation world. Bailu has never borrowed a ghost path in the cultivation world.

But back here, because of Master Qingxu, Bailu uses the Ghost Path more frequently than the bus in their village, and has become very adept at it. If there were restrictions and it couldn't be used, that would be a bit of a problem!
"That seems to be the case on the surface, but—Master Qingxu and the others didn't tell us there was a limit to the number of times! Maybe we should ask them next time we meet?"

As Bai Chen spoke, he looked in the direction where the ghost messenger and Li Dali had disappeared. A ghost messenger! He was one of the people who had met a ghost messenger today!

He looked even more shocked than Zhang Yu.

After all, Zhang Yu only knew of the existence of the ghost messengers, but he had actually seen them.

One was dressed in black, and the other in white.

It must be the legendary Black and White Impermanence!
“That’s all we can do.” After saying that, Bai Lu looked at Zhang Yu and Zhang’s father: “You shouldn’t have been exposed to what happened today, but you were there in person, so you have no choice. Now you have two choices: either sign a confidentiality agreement and not tell anyone what happened today, or I will cast a forgetting spell on you and make you forget these things. There is no third option.”

The government maintains strict control over paranormal matters.

The government will not disclose such matters unless absolutely necessary, so they have their own set of methods for handling these kinds of things.

“I…” Zhang Yu looked at his father and hesitated for a moment: “I will sign the confidentiality agreement.”

He didn't want to lose this memory. "Put a forgetting spell on me."

Zhang's father and Zhang Yu made different choices. He felt that the old way of life was fine and he really didn't want to change. If he kept remembering these things and thinking about where the ghosts were every day, how could he live his life and go to work?!
Zhang's mother made the same choice as Zhang's father.

Zhang Yu asked, "What about Grandpa Li's son and daughter-in-law?"

"They might as well just use a forgetting spell."

Bai Chen said, "We took 45,000 yuan from Li Dali, and there's absolutely no chance of returning it to his family. If she keeps thinking about it, it might harm her health!"

That makes a lot of sense.

It's best if Li Feng and Chen Li's peaceful life isn't disrupted.

"Let's go, go back."

Bai Lu beckoned everyone out of the cemetery, and the old man guarding the cemetery saw them off, saying, "Come again next time!"

That's unnecessary!
Zhang Yu stated that from now on, he would never come to the cemetery late at night!

It was hard to explain why Zhang's father came to the cemetery late at night, so Bailu followed him back to Zhang Yu's house and cast a spell on him, along with Zhang's mother and Li's son and daughter-in-law.

The two sat on the sofa, quite moved: "We've lived for decades, only to realize that the world isn't what we imagined. I wonder what the world will be like after we die?"

"You'll have to experience that decades from now. Before I erase your memories, do you want to tell Zhang Yu something?"

The egret offered its sincere advice.

Mr. Zhang was so shocked that his mouth dropped open. To be honest, he never imagined that he would start making arrangements for his funeral before he was even fifty years old.

(End of this chapter)