This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Wang Xiaoer ignored their shock.

He pointed his sword forward and gently tapped it.

The golden "soul-soothing talisman" transformed into a stream of light, silently drifting towards Li Ming's shoulder and slowly imprinting itself into the illusory little boy's body.

The little boy's body trembled violently.

His previously empty and bewildered eyes instantly regained a spark of life, as if dusty glass had been wiped clean.

He stopped stubbornly lying down and slowly sat up straight.

He raised his head, looking over Li Ming's head, and for the first time, looked at Wang Xiaoer, the only one who could see him.

His eyes held a hint of curiosity, a hint of timidity, and a deep sense of filial piety.

Wang Xiaoer's heart softened for no apparent reason.

He softened his voice and tried to speak in the gentlest tone possible.

"Is there... anything you haven't wished for?"

The illusory little boy looked at Wang Xiaoer, his tiny mouth opening and closing slightly.

A faint, almost inaudible sound echoed intermittently within the office.

The sound didn't seem to come from the throat; it was more like it was echoing directly in the person's mind.

"My...package..."

"Mom...is waiting..."

A package? Mom?

Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen exchanged a glance and instantly understood the source of the kid's obsession.

The problem wasn't with Li Ming, but with one of the packages he delivered!

The yin energy surrounding Li Ming did not originate from the little ghost itself, but rather from the illusory package in his arms.

Zhang Chen felt much more at ease; the job was in the bag.

He immediately turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto Li Ming, who was still somewhat dazed.

"Have you noticed anything unusual in any of the packages you've been delivering lately?"

His tone became serious and urgent.

"Or, is there something wrong with the recipient? Think carefully!"

Li Ming was taken aback by his question, his mind still replaying the divine scene of drawing talismans out of thin air.

He opened his mouth, stammering, "What...what was that just now? Is he...is he better?"

"Answer my question!" Zhang Chen shouted impatiently.

Startled by the shout, Li Ming quickly regained his senses and tried hard to recall.

He delivers hundreds of packages every day, with all sorts of addresses and recipients, so he couldn't think of anything special at the moment.

He frowned and muttered to himself.

"A suspicious package... an odd recipient..."

Time passed by, second by second.

The office was so quiet that only Li Ming's heavy breathing could be heard.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the little devil who had regained a bit of his senses but was still clutching the bundle tightly, and felt a little anxious.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Li Ming slapped his thigh and his expression became even more strange.

"I remember now!"

"There's an address! There's a very strange address!"

"I've been to that address several times, but I can't find it each time!"

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer were both instantly invigorated.

"Explain it more clearly!" Zhang Chen pressed.

Li Ming hurriedly took out his phone, but because his fingers were trembling, he had to unlock it several times before he succeeded.

He pulled up an order information and practically shoved the phone screen into Zhang Chen's face.

"This is it!"

The order details are clearly visible on the phone screen.

Address: No. 13, Xingfuli, Old Town.

Recipient: Lin Nian.

Li Ming's voice trembled with tears: "The address is in an alley in the old city, called 'No. 13 Xingfuli,' and the recipient is named 'Lin Nian.' But every time I go there, I can't find the number 13!"

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer's eyes fell on the screen at the same time.

Happiness Lane.

Lin Nian.

Zhang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't look at the address, but stared at the name "Lin Nian".

To remember, to cherish, to miss.

Combined with a non-existent house number, the answer is obvious.

Zhang Chen withdrew his gaze, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"No. 13 Xingfuli is not a place where a living person can live at all."

Li Ming froze, all color draining from his face.

He got it.

He understands everything.

No wonder, no wonder I could never find it.

Zhang Chen didn't give him much time to process his fear; he immediately stood up and grabbed his coat.

"Let's not delay, let's set off now."

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer and gave the order.

"Waiter, continue to stabilize him with the aura of the 'Soul-Soothing Talisman'."

"Try to communicate with him and ask him to stop bothering Li Ming. We'll help him deliver the package."

Wang Xiaoer nodded.

He turned his head and looked at the small figure floating above Li Ming's shoulder.

He focused his mind and transmitted his goodwill and promises through a mysterious connection.

"We'll take you to your mother and give her the package."

"Get down first, don't follow this uncle anymore, he's very scared."

A hint of hesitation flashed in the clear eyes of the ghost named Xiaobao.

He looked down at the terrified Li Ming, then looked up at the sincere-looking Wang Xiaoer.

He could sense that the older brother in front of him had a comfortable and reassuring aura about him.

Xiao Bao hesitated for a moment, then his small body floated down from Li Ming's body.

He didn't land, but hovered in mid-air, following beside Wang Xiaoer.

Li Ming suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulder.

The heavy feeling, like carrying a cold boulder that made it hard for him to breathe, vanished instantly.

He stretched his stiff neck and felt his whole body come back to life.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Wang Xiaoer had changed from initial suspicion to complete awe and trust.

Zhang Chen hailed a taxi on the roadside.

Li Ming subconsciously opened the back door, but Zhang Chen stopped him.

"You sit in the passenger seat."

Li Ming was taken aback for a moment, but still obediently sat down inside.

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer sat in the back row.

The car door closed, and the taxi smoothly merged into the nighttime traffic.

The car was a bit cool with the air conditioning on.

Li Ming couldn't help but sneak a peek into the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The back seat was empty, except for Master Zhang and the even younger Master Wang.

But he always felt that there was something else "in the back seat".

The carriage was eerily quiet, with only the monotonous voice of the navigation system broadcasting.

On the way, Wang Xiaoer kept his eyes closed, as if he were dozing off.

In fact, he was communicating with Xiaobao, who was beside him, in his own way, in fits and starts.

Xiao Bao's mind is not fully clear, and many of his memories are fragmented.

But Wang Xiaoer still managed to piece together the crucial information.

That package was a birthday gift he bought for his mother with his pocket money that he had saved up for a long time.

It's a very beautiful silk scarf.

Before he could deliver it, an accident happened.

His obsession was to personally deliver this belated gift to his mother.

The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Li Ming finally couldn't hold back any longer. He lowered his voice and asked Zhang Chen cautiously in a whisper.

"Master, is he...is he still alive?"

Zhang Chen glanced around.

Xiao Bao curiously pressed his semi-transparent face against the car window, watching the neon lights rushing past outside.

He looked no different from any other curious child.

Zhang Chen nodded to Li Ming, his voice not loud, but enough to reassure him.

"Don't worry, our Master Wang has already invited him down."

"Now, he is our customer."

client.

As Li Ming pondered the word, the fear in his heart was replaced by an absurd emotion.

Treating ghosts as customers?

This firm's business scope is really... wide-ranging.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of an alley in the old town.

The driver leaned out and said with some difficulty, "The road inside is too narrow for the car to get in; you'll have to walk in yourselves."