This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The courtyard was very quiet.

Standing at the door, Li Ming looked at this bizarre yet heartwarming scene, and his eyes unconsciously reddened.

The fear in his heart had long been replaced by a bittersweet feeling of gratitude.

Zhang Chen stood aside, watching silently without making a sound to disturb them.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, intending to smoke one, but after thinking about it, he put it back.

He sighed softly, turned his head, and whispered an explanation to Wang Xiaoer and Li Ming beside him.

"Many years ago, this mother and son must have died in an accident."

"The mother was worried about her child who hadn't come home, and the child was also concerned about the birthday present he hadn't been able to give."

"This obsession runs so deep that it prevents them from reincarnating, and their souls are trapped here. Based on their last memories before their deaths, this small 'ghost realm' has been formed."

Zhang Chen pointed to the courtyard.

"This is where their obsession manifested."

He paused, then continued, "Xiao Bao's obsession is giving gifts, so he unconsciously follows you, the deliveryman, because your profession is similar to what he does."

"And the packages he stole weren't really stolen. He just pulled them into this ghost realm. Once he realized they weren't his, he would be expelled and reappear in some inexplicable place."

Li Ming suddenly realized why the company checked the backend and said that all those packages were eventually found, but in all sorts of strange locations.

"Now that their wishes have been fulfilled and their obsessions have dissipated, they should go to where they belong."

As Zhang Chen spoke, he took out a few more items from his bag, preparing to perform a simple ritual to send them off on their final journey.

Just then.

The mother, who was immersed in the joy of reunion, seemed to sense something.

The smile on her face froze abruptly, then was instantly replaced by extreme terror.

She suddenly raised her head, not to look at anyone in the courtyard, but to look outside the courtyard in horror at the entrance of the deep alley leading to the outside world.

Her body began to tremble violently.

She hugged Xiaobao tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to meld him into her body.

"master!"

The female ghost let out a sharp, trembling scream, her voice filled with despair.

"That person...that person is here again!"

"Who?"

Zhang Chen frowned and followed the female ghost's terrified gaze to the deep alleyway outside the courtyard.

The alleyway was deserted, with only the dim yellow light of the streetlights and long, thin shadows; there was no one there.

Li Ming also looked over, but found nothing. He was so frightened by the female ghost's shrill screams that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Where...where are there any other people?"

The female ghost did not answer him; she simply held Xiao Bao tightly, her translucent body trembling like a flickering candle in the wind, as if some ferocious beast lurked at the alley entrance.

She shouted incoherently to Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer, "It's him! It's always been him!"

"There's been a man with a really scary aura loitering around here lately!"

"He kept snatching Xiaobao's packages and even tried to break into our house!"

The female ghost's voice was choked with sobs, filled with the fear and helplessness of a mother.

"Xiao Bao clung to him because he wanted to avoid him!"

She pointed to Li Ming, who was already terrified, standing to the side.

Before Zhang Chen could process this information, Wang Xiaoer beside him suddenly froze.

His eyes had somehow become veiled with a faint golden light.

In Wang Xiaoer's "spiritual vision," a figure had appeared at the once empty alleyway.

He was a tall, thin man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses.

Even though it was nighttime, he was still wearing sunglasses, and his whole demeanor exuded an indescribable eeriness.

A faint black aura was emanating from his body, like the thick smoke produced by burning cheap plastic.

That's not ghostly energy.

The ghostly aura is cold and lifeless.

But this black aura was aggressive, carrying a kind of artificially created evil.

"At the alley entrance!"

Wang Xiaoer's voice was urgent and low.

"There's someone! Wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, I see him!"

Zhang Chen's face instantly darkened.

He immediately realized that the packages Li Ming lost were not taken by Xiao Bao at all!

It was this man who did it!

He was exploiting Xiaobao's obsession with "packages" to find and steal things from certain packages, like fishing.

Poor Xiao Bao was just a tool he used to cover up his true intentions and frame others!

The man at the alley entrance seemed to have noticed the gazes from inside the courtyard.

He turned his head slightly in this direction from a distance of several dozen meters.

The corners of his mouth curled up behind his sunglasses, revealing a cold and disdainful smile.

Without pausing, he turned and left with a cold smile, his movements swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

"not good!"

Zhang Chen's expression changed drastically, and he practically squeezed out those two words through clenched teeth.

He roared at Wang Xiaoer and Li Ming.

"It's a 'smuggler'! He's trying to escape!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Chen shot out like a cannonball.

He didn't even have time to explain further; just as he rushed out of the courtyard gate, he turned back and yelled at Wang Xiaoer.

"Waiter, keep an eye on this side!"

"This guy is a wicked sorcerer who steals other people's luck and opportunities; he's a hundred times more troublesome than a demon!"

The wind carried his voice back into the courtyard, but he had already disappeared around the corner of the alley.

In the entire courtyard, only Wang Xiaoer, the still-shaken Li Ming, and the trembling mother and child ghosts remained.

Li Ming's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Smugglers?

Stealing luck?

What on earth is going on?! The things he heard all night were more bizarre than all the horror movies he'd ever seen in his life.

Wang Xiaoer's chest heaved violently.

Zhang Chen's words were still echoing in his ears.

A hundred times more troublesome than evil spirits!

He looked in the direction Zhang Chen had disappeared, then glanced at the mother and son beside him, their faces filled with terror, almost fading away.

He knew he couldn't just wait around.

Since Zhang Chen went to pursue the enemy, the responsibility of protecting this place fell on my shoulders.

But what can he do?

He used to only know how to throw a few wild punches when he fought. With such skills, he probably wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of the other person's clothes, and would only become a burden to Zhang Chen.

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His gaze passed through the courtyard gate and was fixed on the direction in which the "thief" had fled.

In my mind, all sorts of mysterious and profound things about Taoist arts surged forth like a tide.

One of them is the extraordinary affinity with the Qi and fortune of heaven and earth.

What others crave as fortune is like the air he breathes.

A crazy idea suddenly sprouted in his mind.

Since that guy is stealing luck, then... can I use my luck to "add something" to his luck?

Wang Xiaoer is not yet able to fully digest those complex Taoist methods.

He was simply following his instincts.

He concentrated all his mental energy and actively "pushed" his innate, unlucky destiny in that direction.

He had only one thought in his mind.

"Help me, tell that guy... to slow down."

next second.

On the main road outside the alley, an old man riding a dilapidated tricycle, humming a little tune, was leisurely passing by.

A long aluminum alloy A-frame ladder was tied to the back of the tricycle.

Just as the tricycle passed the alley entrance, the rope used to secure the ladder snapped without warning!

The ladder, now freed from its restraints, was violently flung outwards by the jolting of the truck bed.

The heavy aluminum ladder, propelled by the tricycle's momentum, swept horizontally like a giant metal rod towards the trench coat-wearing man who had just rushed out of the alley, cutting him in the waist!