One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Wang Ye put his hands in his pockets, looked at Zhuge Qing who was resisting, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

He knows this fox too well.

Despite Zhuge Qing's usual air of being a strategist who understands the ways of the world, he actually has a fatal weakness—he's afraid of ghosts.

It's not that I'm afraid of real spirits, but rather this kind of startling, disheveled "Chinese horror."

"Hey Lao Qing, since you're already here, this is the signature dish here."

Wang Ye grabbed Zhuge Qing's shoulder and dragged him inside without saying a word:

"You are a descendant of Zhuge Liang! Your strategies are flawless! How could a few staff members dressed as ghosts scare you?"

"Besides, Second Master said today's going to be exciting. If you don't go in, I'll tell Second Master you're cowardly, that you, Zhuge Qing, are even more timid than a mouse..."

"Who...who's a coward!"

Zhuge Qing instantly bristled, stubbornly straightening his back to save face despite the pain:

"Go ahead! I, Zhuge Qing, have never been afraid of anything in my life!"

However, ten minutes later.

"Ahhhhh!!"

In the dimly lit corridor, Zhuge Qing's outburst scream echoed.

"Old Wang! Behind you! There's a headless guy behind you!!"

"That's a prop! That's a plastic mannequin!" Wang Ye explained helplessly.

"It moved! It touched my butt!!"

"That's the curtain being blown by the wind!!"

"Leave! Fireflies' light! I'm going to burn this place down!!"

"No, no, no! Brother! Don't start the fire! Those are fire sprinkler heads!"

Wang Ye was laughing so hard his stomach hurt as he stopped Zhuge Qing from going berserk and burning down the haunted house.

Seeing the usually elegant and noble Young Master Zhuge now trembling against the wall, terrified by several young ladies dressed as ghosts.

They even started reciting "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops" haphazardly to bolster their courage.

Wang Ye suddenly felt that the gloom and pressure of the past few days had all vanished in that moment.

The two then playfully wrestled their way to the deepest part of the haunted house.

A scene called "The Palace of the King of Hell".

There were no tourists here; it was unusually quiet.

Only a few staff members dressed in black robes and wearing masks stood quietly in the shadows.

When Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing walked in.

One of the "ghosts" wearing a white smiley face mask suddenly moved.

He didn't rush up to scare people like other ghosts.

Instead, he approached the two of them with extreme politeness, even a touch of reverence.

Then, he presented her with both hands a delicate red lacquered box that exuded a faint woody fragrance.

"Ok?"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, their eyes instantly sharpening.

This is not an ordinary NPC.

The two could clearly sense that there was an extremely faint fluctuation of Qi on the ghost's body.

"What does it mean?"

Wang Ye did not reach out to take it, but asked warily.

The person wearing the smiling mask did not speak.

He simply placed the box gently on the altar beside him, then pointed to the box and then to the two people.

Then, he performed a Taoist cupped-hand salute.

He turned and retreated into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any unnecessary movements or a single sound.

"That's interesting..."

Zhuge Qing stepped forward and gently lifted the lid of the box with his fan.

"Click".

Inside the box was only a jade pendant, entirely emerald green and exquisitely carved.

And a neatly folded red letter.

Zhuge Qing picked up the letter and unfolded it.

The handwriting is elegant, yet it exudes an indescribable wildness:

We cordially invite fellow Daoists Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye to—

A brief chat at Biyou Village.

[Signature: Newly copied – Ma Xianhong.]

"Biyou Village? Ma Xianhong?"

Wang Ye looked at this unfamiliar name and frowned.

"Who is this deity? I've never heard of him before?"

"New interception..."

Zhuge Qing's eyes opened slightly, a glint of light flashing within them:

"The Jie Sect? Does it teach without discrimination?"

"It seems that the waters of this world of supernatural beings are deeper than we imagined."

"The name that Tianye tore off in the interior scene before... is this it?"

Wang Ye nodded and picked up the jade pendant.

The jade pendant is warm and smooth, and seems to contain some kind of peculiar energy.

"It seems we're being watched."

Wang Ye fiddled with the jade pendant, a bitter smile appearing on his lips:

"We just saw off one group of people who were monitoring us, and now another group of people are coming to invite us."

"And this invitation... in this kind of place, in this kind of way."

"This Ma Xianhong is a man of principle."

"Shall we go?" Zhuge Qing asked.

"Go ahead, why wouldn't you go?"

Wang Ye put away the jade pendant and turned to look at the exit of the haunted house, where a sliver of sunlight faintly shone through:

"Didn't the second master say that?"

"As long as you follow the natural way, you can do whatever you want."

"Since they've already sent us the invitation, wouldn't it be very impolite of us not to take a look?"

"and……"

Wang also recalled Zhang Tianyi's arrogant face, and felt full of confidence.

Chapter 73 Hot Pot with Fermented Bean Juice? Chairman Zhao's Darkest Hour!

When we came out of the amusement park, the setting sun had already turned Beijing into a golden hue.

Wow! Ma Xianhong is quite sensible!

Zhang Tianyi held the jade pendant he had brought from the haunted house in his hand, playing with it like he was handling a walnut, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"I was just about to go find him when he delivered the invitation to my door."

"Is this the legendary... two-way journey?"

"This saved me a lot of time finding my way. He's a very considerate person!"

Wang Ye followed behind, looking at his second advisor's "get-rich-quick" expression, and sighed helplessly:

"Second Master, this is clearly a trap. Sending an invitation to a haunted house like this, Ma Xianhong doesn't seem like a decent person."

"A respectable person?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and stuffed the jade pendant into his pocket:

"Who in their right mind would associate with the world of supernatural beings?"

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

"The most urgent matter right now is neither Biyou Village nor Ma Xianhong."

"But rather..."

Zhang Tianyi stopped, took a deep breath of the air filled with the warmth of everyday life, and waved his hand:

"Have a meal!!"

"Coming to Beijing and not having an authentic copper hot pot meal is like not having come at all!"

……

Inside a private room at Donglaishun Restaurant.

A steaming copper pot sits in the center of the table, the charcoal glowing red.

The clear broth was bubbling in the pot, with a few pieces of scallion and ginger slices floating on the surface.