Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

The mortuary compound was quiet.

Qiu Sheng tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

As soon as I close my eyes, all I can think about is the girl I met last night.

That figure, that appearance, that delicate voice.

Qiu Sheng felt as if a fire was burning in his heart.

Before she left, the girl named Xiaoyu said that she would wait for him at the same place tonight.

Qiu Sheng rolled out of bed, combed his middle-parted hair until it was smooth and shiny, secretly applied some osmanthus hair oil that Uncle Jiu usually couldn't bear to use, and put on his most presentable little vest.

Qiu Sheng quietly pushed open the door.

The yard was dark, so I walked to the wall and pushed my bicycle out.

The chain creaked. It was quite loud in the night. Qiu Sheng shrank his neck and glanced towards Uncle Jiu's room.

He let out a breath and pushed the cart out of the mortuary gate.

In the guest room, Lin Chen had already heard the noise. His senses were now far beyond those of ordinary people. He could hear not only the sound of the bicycle chain, but also Qiu Sheng's sigh in the courtyard.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and walked to the window.

Watching Qiu Sheng ride his bike and disappear into the night, he knew in his heart that he must have gone to meet the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

Lin Chen didn't intend to interfere.

The rules of Maoshan are that everyone has their own destiny.

Qiu Sheng is usually too carefree; it's good that he suffers a little at the hands of the female ghost.

Anyway, that female ghost Dong Xiaoyu wasn't any kind of evil spirit; at most, she just absorbed some yang energy.

With Uncle Jiu around, Qiu Sheng will never die.

Lin Chen shook his head, returned to bed, and continued to cultivate with his eyes closed. Improving his strength was the only important thing.

Qiu Sheng rode his bicycle at breakneck speed along the dirt road outside the town.

The night breeze felt warm on my face, not cold at all; instead, it warmed my heart.

The pedals of the old-fashioned bicycle were being pedaled at breakneck speed, and the shadows of the roadside trees were rushing past.

I rode for half an hour.

A grove of wild trees appeared ahead.

Deep in the woods, two red lanterns were faintly lit.

Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up.

"Xiaoyu, I'm here!"

Qiu Sheng sped up and rushed over.

Walk through the woods.

A magnificent mansion came into view, with two large red lanterns hanging at the entrance, illuminating the area brightly.

The door was half-closed.

Qiu Sheng parked his bicycle at the door and straightened his clothes.

I pushed open the door and went inside. The courtyard was filled with all sorts of exotic flowers and plants, emitting a captivating fragrance.

The door to the main hall was open.

A woman in a red cheongsam was sitting at a table with several delicate dishes and a pot of wine on it.

The woman turned her head when she heard the noise. She was very beautiful, with captivating eyes that exuded charm.

It was the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu.

In Qiu Sheng's eyes, she was just a young lady from a wealthy family.

"Brother Qiusheng, you've finally arrived."

Xiaoyu stood up, her voice soft and sweet.

Qiu Sheng quickly went over and grabbed Xiao Yu's hand.

"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Something came up at the government office and I was held up, but I rushed over as soon as I finished."

Xiaoyu's hands were icy cold. Qiusheng, caught up in his passion, didn't notice anything amiss, and Xiaoyu leaned against him.

"I thought you weren't coming tonight. I'm so scared being all alone in this big house."

Qiu Sheng patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"What are you afraid of with me here? I'll come and keep you company every night from now on."

Xiaoyu smiled sweetly and pulled Qiusheng to sit down at the table, then picked up the wine pot and poured him a cup of wine.

"Brother Qiusheng, have a drink to warm yourself up first."

Qiu Sheng picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine was icy cold when it entered his mouth, but after going down his stomach, it turned into a ball of fire that surged wildly in his lower abdomen.

Looking at the beautiful and charming Xiaoyu in front of him, Qiusheng became bolder and reached out to put his arm around Xiaoyu's waist.

Xiaoyu obediently nestled in his arms, drawing circles on Qiusheng's chest with her fingers.

A wisp of white vapor drifted from Qiu Sheng's mouth and nose, entering Xiao Yu's body through his breath. This was the yang energy of a living person.

Qiu Sheng was unaware that his yang energy was being drained; he only felt a light and comfortable sensation throughout his body.

It was much more comfortable than practicing martial arts. The red lantern swayed a few times, and Qiu Sheng was completely immersed in this gentle embrace.

The red candles in the abandoned house were more than half burned.

Qiu Sheng leaned back in his armchair, a silly smile on his face, holding an empty wine glass in his hand.

Xiaoyu stayed close by, and the white yang energy was absorbed from Qiusheng's body, making his face rosy and his ghost body more solid.

She gazed at Qiu Sheng's handsome face, her eyes filled with infatuation.

"Brother Qiusheng, you're so good to me."

Xiaoyu murmured softly.

She genuinely liked Qiu Sheng, and she absorbed his yang energy in a measured way, without harming her fundamental health.

Qiu Sheng groaned incoherently for a moment, then reached out to grab Xiao Yu's hand.

"Xiaoyu...have another drink."

Xiaoyu glanced out the window.

A white light appeared on the horizon, and the faint crowing of roosters could be heard from the distant village.

Ghosts are most afraid of roosters crowing and dawn.

Xiaoyu nudged Qiusheng.

"Brother Qiusheng, it's almost dawn, you should go back."

Qiu Sheng rubbed his eyes, looking unwilling.

"Is it already dawn?"

"I don't want to leave, I want to stay here with you."

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and chuckled, then pulled him up from the chair.

"Be good, if your master finds out you didn't come home at night, he'll definitely punish you."

"Come again tomorrow night."

Upon hearing the word "master," Qiu Sheng shuddered.

Uncle Nine's cane is no joke.

He quickly stood up, but his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Xiaoyu quickly helped him up.

"What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

Qiu Sheng felt dizzy and lightheaded, with a sore back and aching waist, as if he had been carrying sand all night.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I probably just drank too much."

Qiu Sheng forced himself to stay awake and stumbled out the door.

I pushed my bicycle along the dirt road.

Qiu Sheng stepped onto the pedals, but the old-fashioned bicycle that he could usually ride so fast felt like it was filled with lead.

After riding a couple of steps, I fell into the roadside bushes along with my bike.

"Ouch, my back!"

Qiu Sheng got up, patted the dirt off his body, and wondered why he felt so weak today.

Could it be that I haven't been practicing martial arts enough lately?

He could only push the cart, walking step by step towards the mortuary.

In the mortuary.

It was already broad daylight.

Uncle Nine, dressed in a white martial arts uniform, was practicing Maoshan boxing in the courtyard, his movements fluid and graceful.

Master Simu, wearing only a pair of shorts, squatted by the well, brushing his teeth with a willow twig dipped in salt.

Lin Chen pushed open the door of the guest room and walked out. After a night of cultivation, he felt refreshed, his eyes were bright and his blood was vigorous.

Lin Chen walked into the courtyard and stretched.

"Good morning, Uncle-Master, Master."

Lin Chen greeted him.

Master Simu spat out the salt water in his mouth and wiped his mouth with a towel.

"Disciple, did you sleep well last night?"

"You look even better than yesterday."

Uncle Nine also stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Lin Chen.

He was secretly alarmed. After last night's battle, this kid was not weak at all; on the contrary, his aura had become even stronger.

That Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture is truly evil.

Just then, the gates of the mortuary were pushed open.

Qiu Sheng pushed his bicycle in.

He kept his head down, his steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be floating. His eyes were sunken and he had dark circles under his eyes.

His face was pale, and his lips were bloodless; he looked like a sickly person.

Uncle Nine's face, which had been slightly smiling, instantly fell. He strode up to Qiu Sheng, grabbed Qiu Sheng's chin, and lifted his face up.

Qiu Sheng was startled.

"Master... what are you doing?"

Uncle Nine squinted at Qiu Sheng's forehead, where a wisp of black energy swirled, his yang energy was weak, and he smelled of perfume and yin energy.

Uncle Nine slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of the head with his backhand.

"You bastard! Whose bed did you go to last night?!"

"With your yang energy depleted to this extent, do you not even want to live anymore?!"

Qiu Sheng staggered after being hit, covering his head and pretending to be stupid.

"What are you saying, Master? I didn't go looking for women."

"I had diarrhea last night, and it lasted for half the night. My legs were so weak."

At this moment, Wencai came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of white porridge.