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"The corpse-driving tradition in western Hunan is forbidden to the living!"

"Heavenly spirits! Earthly spirits!"

A burly middle-aged man was scattering ghost money in one hand and ringing a copper bell in the other.

Behind him followed a group of corpses dressed in official robes.

Under the cover of night, the corpse-drivers gradually led the dead bodies into the town.

We crossed the street and finally stopped in the church's backyard.

The burly middle-aged Taoist priest went out on his own and walked into the abandoned winery.

Ding Ding Ding!

He shook a copper bell and looked at the dark coffin.

The pale moonlight shone on the coffin lid, and no matter how he rang the bell, there was no response.

"Li Xiaohong! Why aren't you showing yourself?!" he shouted in a low voice.

The night breeze blew by, but there was no sound.

The middle-aged Taoist's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly began to calculate with his fingers.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Who...who exactly killed the evil spirit I've raised for so many years?!"

Chapter 87 The Red-Clad Ghost King: That Night Was Very Delicious (Please Subscribe!!)

Jiuquan Town.

Anjia Restaurant.

Ten people sat around a table, and after exchanging pleasantries, they began to toast each other.

In a corner where no one was watching, Annie's little feet were mischievously teasing under the table.

But Ning Chen grabbed it with one hand.

He glanced back at Ah Xing and Xiao Yue standing behind him, then turned to the hotel owner and said:

"Could you please add two more seats? My two apprentices haven't had dinner either."

The restaurant owner was Annie's father, and he glanced at Ye Guang cautiously.

Ye Guang smiled and pointed behind Father Wu, where a bald young man wearing a cross was also standing.

"Master, this is a formal banquet for the wise and virtuous elders of the town. These younger generations don't need to sit at the table, do they?"

This was clearly a polite way of rejecting Ning Chen.

The implication was that Ah Xing, Xiao Yue, and that junior cultivator were of too low a status to be worthy of eating at the table.

"How could you say that? All people are born equal, why can't they sit at the table to eat?"

Seeing that he ignored Ning Chen's request and simply put his feet back into his little leather shoes, Annie stood up and gave the order.

"Ah Fu, add three more seats and three sets of chopsticks and bowls."

"Okay, Miss."

After saying that, the waiter quickly set up three seats.

Ah Xing and Xiao Yue were pleasantly surprised. Without hesitation, they sat down, picked up their chopsticks, and began to feast.

The bald young monk hesitated, standing still, caught in a dilemma.

Anne looked at Father Wu again, puzzled, and said:

"You believe in God, but do you also believe that people are divided into different classes? Why can't this gentleman sit at the table?"

Father Wu was somewhat embarrassed and stammered, "Well... Mr. Ye said he wanted to invite me, not..."

Anne said coldly, "Hypocritical!"

She sat down, quietly took off her shoes, and naturally reached out to Ning Chen.

Father Wu, embarrassed by what Anne said, turned and said:

"Myson, you...you should sit down and eat too."

Seeing that they ignored his words, he still let the three of them sit at the table.

Ye Guang felt utterly humiliated, as if he had been slapped twice in public.

The smile had vanished from his face, and he slowly said:

"Master Ning, let's get back to the main topic."

After we finish this meal, let's all get along well from now on. I hope you can pass this message on to Uncle Jiu.

“Yes, we should strive for harmony to make money,” the restaurant owner agreed.

"It's true that harmony brings wealth, but these people... well, let's just leave them out."

Ning Chen said coldly.

Father Wu scratched his bald head and asked, bewildered:

"Young Taoist priest, is there something wrong with these people?"

He was new to the area and didn't speak the language.

We could only rely on Ye Guang's translation and our own guesses.

"Oh! Look at my memory, I completely forgot to introduce him to the priest."

Ye Guang stood up with a smile and introduced them one by one, afraid that Ning Chen would interrupt him.

"This is Mr. Dong, the owner of Ruyi Gambling House."

"A gambling den?" Father Wu frowned, clearly finding it beyond his comprehension.

Ye Guang quickly replied, "It means club, the name of a club."

Ning Chen scoffed, "gamble, it means gambling."

Father Wu understood now, gave a dry laugh, and a hint of wariness appeared in his eyes.

"And this one, Manager Li of Yunxian Opium Den."

"Opium den?"

"It's 'smoke,' meaning smoking."

Father Wu was clearly not entirely convinced by Ye Guang, and he glanced at Ning Chen slightly.

Ning Chen still spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Drugs, drugs."

Father Wu was horrified and even moved his stool away from them, trying to get further away.

Ye Guang looked embarrassed, but still forced himself to continue:

"And these three are the proprietresses of Phoenix Restaurant."

"And this Phoenix Pavilion is..."

"Um... it's chicken."

Father Wu no longer believed him and looked to Ning Chen for help.

The latter calmly replied, "Bitch."

"Huh?! Oh, it's Mai Gou's!"

Father Wu was so shocked that he fell backward.

Only then did I realize that everyone at this table was actually this kind of person!

It has all the harmful vices: prostitution, gambling, and drugs.

Fortunately, when Ye Guang invited him to the banquet, he said that everyone present was a wise and virtuous elder.

This is hardly a gathering of virtuous and capable people; it's downright chaotic.

Apart from Ning Chen and the restaurant owner, none of the rest were good people.

Ye Guang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his gaze toward Ning Chen was even more resentful, without any attempt to hide it.

"Junior Uncle, what are you talking about? 'Zhua Ge,' 'Bitch'... I've never even heard of them!"

Xiaoyue stuffed her mouth full and asked indistinctly.

Anne chuckled, "That's a foreign language. I didn't expect Mr. Ning to speak such a good foreign language."

Under the table, those two small, exquisite figures became restless again.

While eating, Ah Xing gave his junior uncle a thumbs up.

Junior Uncle is truly a hidden talent; he's far superior to Ye Guang, that "foreign-worshipping dog."

Ye Guang gritted his teeth, feeling incredibly aggrieved.

It was a perfectly good banquet, meticulously prepared to win people's hearts and ostracize Uncle Nine.